A repost from Zhou Qingyu's Weibo is even better than the headlines of major newspapers in Huizhou.

In just half a day, the forwarding reached tens of thousands, and the comments reached fifty thousand!

Zhong Yue downloaded the Weibo post and tinkered for more than half an hour. Finally, he found Zhou Qingyu's Weibo post, clicked on the top Weibo post, and clicked on the comments. It was all about the memories of youth that some netizens had after seeing this work.

"I didn't expect the goddess to be so connotated. This work reminds me of my youth. Playing football with classmates on the football field in college is from ten years ago. Now my daughter is born. Thanks to the years and those lost youth."

Zhong Yue read several popular comments, all of which were sentimental. The words that touched the heartstrings resonated with many people.

If calligraphy is just handsome in the shape of characters, then there will not be such a big response. Zhong Yue's work has made many people recall their green years.

He did it, indeed, he did it.

Zhong Yue put down his cell phone and began to copy "Lingfei Jing".

No matter how the outside world evaluates it, Zhong Yue is still as calm as water. He brushes, horizontal scales, vertical strokes, and the second of the nine powers of the gods and man. Zhong Yue needs to make more efforts on this road.

The brushwork has never been easy forever, but its usage has been unpredictable.

When you encounter a mountain, you rise when you encounter a water. When you skim the water, you fly away, and when you pass by a white horse, you also skip. As for how to use it naturally but not mediocre, this is what Zhong Yue wants to understand by himself.

Now Zhong Yue’s copy of Lingfei Jing is not a copy of Wen Zhengming or an original copy of the Tang Dynasty, but his own writing.

This is the only way for every calligrapher to form a style - condense his own calligraphy style from the calligraphy methods of his predecessors. If he blindly imitates, he can only fall into the bottom.

Even after Ling Fei finished copying, Zhong Yue locked the door and walked out of the house. In the rural customs of the village, there is now some industrial smell, tractors in the fields; the scattered street lights on the country road will be pushed forward for a hundred years, which will be the real work from sunrise to sunset.

However, compared to the nightlife of big cities with bright lights and wine, Xiaohe Village finally has such a living state.

The only convenience store in the village also changed. Zhong Yue remembered that when he was a child, there were almost no things in Aunt Pang’s convenience store. Due to the limitations of consumption capacity, cigarettes, wine, rice, noodles, and other things, except for some necessary daily necessities, there might not be any special things.

Now it’s different. The consumption level has improved, and the needs of the villagers have increased. The things in the convenience store have also been added in a variety of ways, especially for children’s snacks. I remember that when I was a child, the one who had the most influence on Zhong Yue was candy. There were cheap candies that cost 20 pieces per dollar, and there were also green arrows that only "tall, rich and handsome" could afford. They spent 1.5 pieces, only five pieces.

"Aunt Fat, did you buy the vegetables you asked you to buy for Uncle Laifu yesterday?"

Aunt Fat took the blue bag to the counter, "Here, the ones I just bought are all fresh."

"Thank you."

Aunt Pang drank a sip of strong tea. The tea stain on the cup was probably deposited for more than ten years, and it was so dark. "Don't blame Aunt Pang for being too talkative. Last time I was not a boss from Songhu. Since there was such a good opportunity, please call me and catch it tightly. In the future, we fellow villagers can also have a familiar head in big cities, right?"

Faced with Fat Aunt's invisible investment, Zhong Yue could only smile without saying a word, pick up the big blue bag, and sweep his eyes to the green arrow in the glass counter.

"Give me one of this gum."

"Ah? Oh, OK."

Aunt Fat took a piece of chewing gum in her fat hand and handed it to Zhong Yue.

"Aunt Fat gave it to you, so you don't have any money. Take it to eat."

Zhong Yue smiled, is this considered an investment? He found a few steel pounds, "How much is it? How can you be embarrassed?"

“Haha, one piece five.”

Zhong Yue put the money on the counter and said, "Let's go."

One yuan five, the price ten years ago is still the same price now. Some things were considered luxury goods ten years ago, but in ten years, they would not be.

Zhong Yue walked on the country road with a bag.

He advised Zhang Laifu to live in Xiaoheshan. After all, his water and electricity facilities are very complete, but Zhang Laifu refused, saying that he was used to it and could not sleep if he changed the ground.

Zhong Yue walked into Zhang Laifu's yard and shouted, "Master."

Zhang Laifu stretched and said, "Go and practice the pen making work well."

"Hey, okay." Zhong Yue knew that Zhang Laifu had no pursuit in his life, and the only hope was that his skills could succeed him.

The pen making technique is not very skilled in degreasing the brush tips, and all the skills at hand are in the water basin. Zhong Yue can now stand alone, holding the iron pliers to tidy up the well-organized brush tips in the water basin.

Roll it into a cylindrical shape, pull out the hairs, fix the tips of the pen tip with rosin. These tasks seem to be not very skillful at each step, but just some subtle surprises can affect the writing feel of the entire pen.

It was still early for lunch, and Zhang Laifu packed up the ingredients that Zhong Yue brought, and came to show Zhong Yue's shortcomings in making pens. Overall, he was quite satisfied, so he lit a cigarette and sat happily beside him smoking, "People who went to college were still very smart. At that time, the work in this basin that had been practiced for a year or two years was not necessarily as good as your level in the past few months. If you had a year or two, you would be able to get a teacher."

Zhong Yue finally heard a compliment from Zhang Laifu and smiled happily.

Some were happy and some were sad. Wu Zhonghe looked at the voting platform of the public account that had been paralyzed, and the surprise on his face could not be concealed.

He didn't expect that a municipal competition could actually squeeze the voting platform!

The current platform can no longer vote.

No. 60, "Whose Youth is Flawless"

Eighty-nine thousand and thirty-two votes.

The total number of votes in the first fifty-nine works is less than half that of Zhong Yue…

Zhong Yue originally thought that Zhou Qingyu forwarded his works, but he underestimated the influence of celebrities. It was such a simple Weibo that forced the voting platform of the public account.

For most netizens who have no attainment, they do not pay attention to any composition and brushwork. As long as they can make them pleasing to the eye, they are masterpieces. Especially the regular works like Zhong Yue, which have both artistic conception and content, has attracted many people's memories of youth.

Some things do not have so much content and connotation attached to them, but after they resonate, they extend and expand, forming a trend.

In this era of lack of culture, calligraphy seems to be forgotten in a corner. Most people treat people who can write calligraphy in a state of admiration.

"Ah, you can actually write calligraphy."

"So amazing, he can actually do calligraphy and his handwriting is so beautiful."

This is the attitude of ordinary people towards calligraphy, and they think it is a very profound art.

Soft pens and hard pens have indeed become a barrier for many people to come into contact with calligraphy. Therefore, many people start with calligraphy with fountain pens, which is actually far from traditional calligraphy.

The post bars of Hui University, the Academy of Fine Arts and other universities were all in a frenzy. Zhou Qingyu forwarded Zhong Yue's works. The popularity caused by this incident is no longer comparable to the popularity of the "chicken chop tycoon" backed by the original "chicken chop tycoon". As a relatively well-known star, he basically does not accept such Weibo promotions without advertising fees. Even if there is one, it will be an advertising endorsement fee of hundreds of thousands or even millions. Obviously, Zhong Yue cannot pay such expensive promotion fees, so everyone is speculating about what ulterior motives Zhou Qingyu and this chicken chop tycoon have.

People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. This reposted post on Weibo has caused many people to sneak into the campus of Hui University to find Zhong Yue, and want a signed photo of Zhou Qingyu, or a notice of Zhou Qingyu's recent event.

But their wishful thinking was gone, and Zhong Yue had already returned to his hometown early to live a summer life. The entire Hui University campus was looking for Zhong Yue, and the uncle chicken chop shop, whose popularity had already declined, once again ushered in a lot of new customers.

Even the uncle didn't know what was going on, so he inexplicably lined up again.

"Uncle, is the person who wrote this banner really the work of the person who forwarded it on Zhou Qingyu on Weibo?"

"The font of this banner is indeed the same as the big characters in "Whose Youthless"."

The uncle understood that when his store asked a passerby to write a banner, he was looking for the right person. The customer source and popularity brought by this was simply amazing!

The other two chicken chop shops whose business was gradually recovering, saw this scene again and were already considering transferring the store.

No one expected that a banner would have such a great effect.

In a high-end cafe, Huang Youwei was sitting in front of a woman wearing a baseball cap.

"Hello, what coffee do you guys need?"

The woman wearing a baseball cap deliberately lowered her voice, "A cup of black coffee."

"Where is this lady?"

Huang Youwei smiled and said, "Lemonade."

"Okay, please wait."

After the waiter left, the woman wearing a baseball cap raised her head slightly, revealing half of her beauty, "Youwei, do you know what those fans on Weibo call me now?"

"What?"

"Talented girl."

A hint of cunning flashed in Huang Youwei's eyes, "Sister Zhou is already very talented."

"You are just a little bitch and sweet."

Huang Youwei handed a USB flash drive to Zhou Qingyu, "There are five modified Chinese-style songs here. Sister Zhou takes the time to listen to it."

"I don't worry about doing things. To be honest, your ancient style composition skills are almost as good as those Hong Kong and Taiwan producers. Are you here to be a producer for your sister? How about it, are you interested?"

“Your black coffee, your lemonade.”

"Thank you." Huang Youwei picked up the lemonade and took a sip, "No. Grandpa will scold you."

"Haha, sister is just kidding you. Hey, by the way, does the Zhong Yue you introduced have his contact information?"

"what?"

Seeing her serious look, Zhou Qingyu chuckled, "Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid that your sister will steal your sweetheart?"

"Sister, don't talk nonsense."

"Didn't the works forwarded on Weibo cause heated discussion? My sister wanted to use his works as the cover of this album Youth of the same name, so I want to contact him, you can see..."

Huang Youwei put down the glass and breathed a little relieved, "But I don't know him."

Zhou Qingyu was stunned, "I don't know? I don't know why you asked me to forward this work?"

"I met in the Youth Palace, but he hasn't been here for a long time."

“…”

Zhou Qingyu frowned slightly, "I thought he was such an important person. Do you know how much pressure my sister was forwarded by the agency? If it weren't for the topic of this work that overshadowed those rumors, otherwise those paparazzi might have to gossip or have any scandals."

"Sister is afraid of scandals, why should I find him?"

Zhou Qingyu held a small spoon and gently stirred it in the coffee cup, "Buy the copyright of this work, an ordinary cooperative relationship, wouldn't that be a kill of two birds with one stone?"

"Oh...it's like this, Uncle Diao seems to know his phone number."
Chapter completed!