Chapter 90

Lin Xi was stunned.

He didn't know why Sheng Qingtang asked, but he answered: "yes, the grand meeting is long. On Saturday, I just sent this painting to master Wei Hou. He said it was his practice."

"Practice writing?" Sheng Qingtang put up with it, remembering that it was not his own son, so he didn't slap it.

He laughed angrily: "as for Wei Hou's broken character, does it mean that it's his practice? Does he deserve it? "

With these words, other artists around changed their faces.

Although Sheng Qingtang focuses on calligraphy, he has also made great achievements in traditional Chinese painting and sculpture. He has a very high status in the art world and is almost unique.

He has a strange temper and no apprentice.

But that doesn't prevent other artists from respecting him.

Since Sheng Qingtang said that, he must have seen something.

Lin Xi was shocked.

"Now, at once, call Wei Hou over here!" Sheng Qingtang yelled at the president of Shanghai Art Association, "I want to see his people in ten minutes."

"The grand meeting is long, calm down, calm down." The president of Hucheng Art Association apologized, "I'll go right now. You just left the hospital. You can't be angry."

"You care about me..." Sheng Qingtang was angry again. As soon as he was about to lose his temper, he saw the girl in front of him glancing at him.

Light, very light.

Sheng Qingtang was silent immediately.

Oh, No.

He forgot that Dr. Ying was here.

In case he accidentally falls his skull next time, no one will treat him.

"Cough." Sheng Qingtang felt guilty. He waved his hand and said, "hurry up."

"Yes, yes."

The president of Shanghai Art Association left in a hurry.

The barrage exploded again.

[crouching trough, who is this old man? Why does the president of Shanghai Art Association respect him so much? 】

[he also said that Wei Hou was not qualified to write this word. Although he didn't know why, he was inexplicably convincing. 】

[ah, ah, this is Sheng Qing Tang!!! 】

[who is Sheng Qingtang? 】

[Sheng Qingtang, popular science in the front row, was the last president of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association. He was good at official script, regular script, cursive script, big seal script and small seal script. Each character started with tens of millions of Chinese characters. He also had many kinds of Arts, such as traditional Chinese painting, printmaking and carving. He was invited to participate in the carving competition in o Zhou and won the laurel. 】

[three years ago, Sheng Qingtang retired as the president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association and lived in seclusion. Even his colleagues couldn't find him. I didn't expect to see him here today. 】How strong is the carving? 】

[wocao, Qingzhi, even shengqingtang has been invited. The headmaster is so powerful. It's not in vain for me to skip class and watch the live broadcast today. 】

so the barrage was full of praise.

Headmaster: --

He's not. He doesn't.

Where he has such a big shelf, he is also very confused.

**

off stage.

Zhong Zhiwan's fingernails pinched his palms, and his eyes were red with anger.

Does Sheng Qingtang know that the character is not Wei Hou's?

How can Sheng Qingtang condescend to come here?

Is this the word Sheng Qingtang wrote?

Zhong Zhiwan frowns.

No.

Sheng Qingtang's personal style is too obvious, his regular script is not this kind of font.

As long as Wei Hou does not admit it, Sheng Qingtang has no evidence.

Even if something happened, it would not involve her. After all, it was Wei Hou who wanted to be greedy.

Zhong Zhiwan calmed down and was a little relieved.

**

before ten minutes, the president of Shanghai Art Association has returned.

Behind, there are two staff members supporting Wei hou to go this way.

Wei Hou's face was blue and white. He was carsick. He vomited several times just now.

Lin Xi called out: "master Wei Hou."

Wei Hou is more arrogant. How can he manage a younger generation?

He did not look at Lin Xi, coughed a few times, came forward, very respectful: "the grand meeting is long, I do not know you are here, Wei Hou lost far welcome, please forgive me."

"What's wrong Sheng Qingtang's eyes are very cold, "if you come to meet me, I'm short life!"

Wei Hou's face sank: "the grand meeting is long, what do you mean?"

Isn't it because Sheng Qingtang was 20 years older than him that he got the position of president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association?

If they are of the same generation, can Sheng Qingtang compare with him?

"What do I mean?" Sheng Qingtang sniffed and picked up the scroll. "He said that you wrote the word, you said."

Wei Hou looked over and his eyelids jumped.

He was very impressed by the word.

This is a height that he can't reach in another ten years.

Wei Hou has been famous in the art world for a long time. He knows many people and can see at a glance that the character does not belong to any famous calligrapher.Those who are lower than him do not dare to contradict him. They can only give up the word to him.

So when Lin Xi brought it, Wei Hou recognized it directly.

He didn't come out of the mountain for a long time because of a bottleneck.

This pair of words can just help him stand more firmly in the art world.

"Not bad." Wei Hou still did not deny, "this word is really my practice, what does the grand meeting director want to say?"

He didn't see that when he said this, the big screen behind him was covered with the word "garbage".

Is Wei Hou fifty this year? The writing is not as good as a 17-year-old high school student. No wonder he is said to be rubbish. 】

[hahaha, I admit it in public. I guess I don't know what happened before. I really hurt my face. 】

[I remember that Wei Hou is also a member of the Chinese Calligraphy Art Association, right? It seems that the position is not low, which 】

Sheng Qingtang looked colder: "so, you know, some students took your words and cheated to participate in the competition?"

Wei Hou frowned and thought of what Zhong Zhiwan said that day. He was calm: "my words were borrowed to the students for copying. Why, who stole them?"

"The grand meeting is long, this is really master Wei hou..."

Lin Xi wanted to argue, but he was blocked by Sheng Qingtang's eye knife: "can you interrupt me when I speak?"

Lin Xi's face turned red when he was reprimanded face to face, but he did not dare to say anything.

Sheng Qingtang looked at Wei Hou again: "when did you write it?"

"Four days ago, I was inspired." Wei Hou is very impatient, "if President Sheng just asked me such trivial things, I will not accompany Wei Hou."

"Good, good!" Sheng Qingtang angrily patted the table, "you said that you wrote this four days ago, but I saw it a week ago and took photos. Did you go back to write it?"

He turned on his mobile phone, called out the group photo of that day, and connected it to the camera.

"See clearly, this is taken at Laozi's house. This is Laozi's bald and unfilial son. This is Laozi's watermelon and apple." Sheng Qingtang sneered, "Wei Hou, do you know where the door of Laozi's house is going?"

"It's a good idea to say that this painting is your practice writing?" The

screen enlarged as like as two peas. It can be seen clearly. The photo is exactly the same as the previous Lin Xi.

There's no difference.

Wei Hou looked up and didn't care.

So, with a "buzz", his brain was directly emptied.

“……”

The whole court didn't expect such a reversal. They were surprised.

Zhong Zhiwan's face turned white and his lips trembled.

Actually Is there really evidence?

Isn't that a coincidence?

The barrage exploded even more.

[wocao, so this "trash word" is not written by Wei Hou. How trash should he really write? 】

[so who wrote this picture? The mystery of the century? 】

[no, no, the point is, why does Wei Hou fake it? What does he want? 】

[now I deeply doubt whether Wei Hou's previous achievements are false. 】

[Wei Houcai is a disgrace to the art world. I beg the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association to thoroughly investigate him! 】

"you say, you say!" Sheng Qingtang pressed forward step by step and sneered, "this is your calligraphy practice?"

Wei Hou was so cold and sweaty that he couldn't stand steadily.

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word.

Lin Xi was also shocked.

"Dare to deceive me and slander students for cheating." Sheng Qingtang suddenly turned his head, "you, now call the Chinese Calligraphy Artists Association. I want Wei Hou's punishment now."

The president of Shanghai Art Association wiped a sweat and took out his mobile phone.

"The grand meeting is long!" Wei Hou's face changed greatly. "It's too much for the grand meeting to be long."

If he had known that Sheng Qingtang had photos in his hand, he could not have falsely claimed them.

"Joke, if I don't come today, don't you force this student to admit that she cheated?" Sheng Qingtang didn't listen, "and you, Lin Xi, right?"

"If you don't make a clear investigation, let Qingzhi expel the students in public. I also want to ask your teacher, how does he usually teach you?"

Lin Xi pursed her lips, clenched her fingers, and did not speak.

How can he doubt Wei Hou's words?

Although this matter, what he did was a little impulsive.

"Oh, by the way, this little classmate asked me to read it not long ago. He said he would take it to the art festival." Sheng Qingtang's voice is cold, "Wei Hou, I'll ask you again, how is your seal on it?"

He was about to die of anger.

Such a good character was destroyed by Wei Hou's seal.

His heart ached beyond endurance.

“……”

Lin Xi suddenly turned his head.

Ying Zijin leans on the pillar, quietly.

The sunlight was cut into pieces by the leaves and fell on her skin. The light golden light floated.It's so beautiful that it doesn't belong to this world.

She seemed to be aware of something and slowly looked this way.

A pair of Phoenix eyes are bright and beautiful.

It was extremely quiet.

The photographer forgot the action.

After a long time, the first bullet screen finally appeared on the big screen.

【emmm…… So this is my ruthlessness, even I scold myself? 】