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"Qi Zhenming!" Seeing the deskmate wearing a plaid and half-sleeved chair, Lu Wei trotted and chased him from behind and patted him hard.

"Who!" After being suddenly attacked, Qi Zhenming screamed, then turned around and saw Lu Wei, and smiled and said, "Who am I thinking I am? Brother, you almost scared my soul."

"Haha, it's not so exaggerating. Hey, what are you doing? Why are you going to the small auditorium? Is there anything wrong?"

"Well, buddy, you didn't see the notification on the blackboard next to you. Pang Zhonghua is here to hold a lecture in our school. It will start in a while. Are you going?" Qi Zhenming said excitedly.

"Pang Zhonghua?" Lu Wei came to the announcement wall next to him and looked at the notice written with a brush on the large rice paper:

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Mr. Pang Zhonghua, a famous calligrapher, educator, and lifelong honorary chairman of the China Hard Pen Calligraphy Association, came to our school to hold a calligraphy lecture. Time: 7 pm, location, school auditorium.

Of course, Lu Wei is familiar with Pang Zhonghua. He remembered that he also came to school to give lectures in his previous life, but at that time, because he happened to be home, he didn't catch up. After he came back, he heard Qi Zhenming, a calligraphy fan at his deskmate, telling the process vividly, and he kept regretting it. Although Lu Wei in his previous life also liked hard pen calligraphy, he did not put in a lot of effort on it. Later, he worked and had no time to practice, so the pen writing that he had written was gradually becoming "unbearable". This has always been something that Lu Wei regretted.

Speaking of hard pen calligraphy, although there are many famous Chinese masters, if anyone is the most famous, I am afraid no one can compare to Pang Zhonghua. The outside world commented on his hard pen calligraphy, fresh and elegant, good at each style, and has its own unique style. He is known as the "Pang style". His original "happy three-dimensional teaching method" is well-known at home and abroad. In addition to calligraphy, he is also good at music, poetry, prose, speeches, etc. Public opinion at home and abroad calls him "the number one person in China's hard pen calligraphy."

However, Lu Wei did not particularly like Pang Zhonghua's calligraphy. When he was in junior high school, some classmates in the class who liked to practice calligraphy came to him and posted him with his diary, and when he was fine, he would play with it. However, Lu Wei always felt uncomfortable when he saw the flat characters. However, Lu Wei still liked Pang Zhonghua's calligraphy very much. Lu Wei had read Yan Zhenqing's "Duobao Pagoda Stele" he copied, which had a bit of Yan style and earth charm.

"It's better to go and listen. After all, there must be something real under the reputation." Lu Wei thought, and walked a few steps to catch up with Qi Zhenming and walked towards the small auditorium together.

"Didn't you say seven o'clock? It was just past six o'clock, so why are you in a hurry?" Lu Wei said as he walked.

"Peace a better place early. Otherwise, there will be no seats in a while." Qi Zhenming said, walked into the small auditorium, and Lu Wei walked in with him.

The school’s small auditorium is an old house covering an area of ​​nearly 600 square meters. Although it has been painted several times, the walls in many places are still cracked. The structure of the auditorium is similar to that of the step classroom. The more than 600 chairs are all old-fashioned wooden chairs painted in yellow. Usually, this place is mainly used for study at the party school. Occasionally, teachers from the primary school give open classes to normal students who are about to graduate. It is also here.

When the two walked in, more than 600 seats were already almost done. Lu Wei had to sigh that Master Chang's calligraphy education was indeed very solid.

"How is it? What do I say? If you come later, you can't even find the place to stand." Qi Zhenming said, his eyes quickly scanning the seats. Seeing that there were two places on the right side of the front row, he hurriedly pulled Lu Wei and walked over.

"Lu Wei, come and listen to the lecture too." As soon as Lu Wei sat down, he saw Chang Ling, the representative of the writing class in the class, sitting behind him and greeting him.

"Yes. Pang Zhonghua is so famous, I want to see it too." Lu Wei smiled and looked at the low-headed writing class representative. Although Chang Ling is not tall, she is very energetic and her short hair gives people a weird feeling. But even such a small girl writes beautiful words. Especially her chalk calligraphy gives people a sense of power. Even ordinary boys can't write that sharp momentum, and they really can't behave like a person. I heard that Chang Ling has always been a representative of the writing class in the class since elementary school. When she was in junior high school, she had reached the level of level seven of amateur calligraphy. After arriving at Master Chang, she became a proud disciple of the calligraphy teacher. I heard that she is now studying official script with Teacher Zhang Zhicheng and she writes quite well.

"It's really rare to see you attending such public activities in school. But to be honest, Lu Wei's handwriting is very good. If you weren't just busy with music now, I think you could have achieved some results in calligraphy. Teacher Guo in our class commented that your handwriting is very vivid." Chang Ling said with a smile.

"Really." Lu Wei agreed with a smile, but didn't say anything. In fact, he was not focused on music like Chang Ling said. In his spare time, Lu Wei would occasionally write a few words to adjust his mood. However, Lu Wei would always throw it away after writing it. Therefore, except for a few people who have read Lu Wei's writing, few people know that Lu Wei also wrote good words.

On the podium in front, before Pang Zhonghua came, the two writing teachers of the school, Liu Zhicheng and Pan Xisi, were already busy at the podium. Also coming together were Yao Yinghua, the officer of the Youth League Committee, wearing a very flat blue plaid shirt, directing several students from Class 5 to place tables and chairs on the rostrum.

On the blackboard in front, the words "Pang Zhonghua's Calligraphy Lecture" were written in art words, and some decorative paintings were painted on both sides, which were obviously written by the art class. Looking at the paintings painted with paint, Lu Wei disagreed and smiled at Qi Zhenming on the side, saying, "The people in the art class don't bother. They do this like this. After finishing, they have to brush in ink. Isn't it over just drawing them with colored chalk?"

"Brother, can the color effect be so good? Please be afraid of something. He is a great calligrapher, so it is rare to have a comeback." Qi Zhenming smiled.

"Hey, why are you still holding a roll of paper in your hand?" Lu Wei looked at the roll of rice paper in Qi Zhenming's hand and smiled.

"I wrote a few words to see if I have any chance to ask the master to give me some advice and see how it is written." Qi Zhenming said, unfolding the rice paper in his hand.

"Come on, let me see." Chang Ling in the back seat stretched her head curiously.

"The sword is sharpened by the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Oh, these two lines of running script have a bit of "Lanting Preface"." Lu Wei looked at a narrow line on his hand, and the ink marks on it were still a little wet, obviously it was just written.

"What a beautiful word." Chang Ling exclaimed, not sure whether it was from the heart or subconscious.

Several people were chatting, and only a "creak" sound was heard in front of them. The distinctive door opening sound of the auditorium sounded, and the original "buzzing" sound below also quieted down with the sound of the door opening.

Director Li Yuhua of the school opened the door and followed closely behind. A middle-aged man with a slightly thin body but very energetic figure walked in.

Looking at the middle-aged man behind Director Li, many of them showed a very excited expression on their faces, because many of the students present were calligraphy enthusiasts, so they naturally saw Pang Zhonghua's photos from the characters and recognized him at a glance. The middle-aged man following Director Li was Pang Zhonghua.

"She, no one inspires me, the students below consciously applauded.

Director Li Yuhua brought Pang Zhonghua to the center of the front of the rostrum and sat down with him. Afterwards, the two calligraphy teachers and Yao Yinghua also sat down on the rostrum respectively.

"Okay, please be quiet, classmates." Director Li Yuhua took the microphone in front of her and said in her usual majestic voice. Looking at the students below, she showed a very satisfied look on her face as she looked very polite.

"Today, we are very honored to invite Mr. Pang Zhonghua, a famous calligrapher, educator, and lifelong honorary chairman of the China Hard Pen Calligraphy Association, to our school to hold a calligraphy lecture. This is a rare opportunity for our school. Mr. Pang Zhonghua is able to take time to teach us this class in his busy schedule. It is also a great event for all of us who like calligraphy. First of all, let me introduce to you the person sitting next to me, Mr. Pang Zhonghua. Let us all welcome his arrival with warm applause!"

Director Li's words aroused warm applause from the audience. Afterwards, after making some requests and hopes for the lecture, Director Li handed the microphone to Pang Zhonghua.
Chapter completed!