"Mo Changsheng, did Qingyan tell you about Ren Jingyu?"

Li Jing deliberately asked Mo Changsheng, and without waiting for him to reply, he continued to talk to himself:

"Ren Jingyu is one of the grass of our college, and he is also the head of the Literature and Art Department of the Student Union, who is not only handsome, but also versatile. ”

Zhang Ying added: "I heard that Ren Jingyu's family runs a company, and they are very rich. But he is not the kind of rich second generation who is useless and gnaws at the old family. ”

"When he was a sophomore, he opened his own café, right behind our school. My family and I went to that café, and business was good. ”

When Zhang Ying said "gnawing the old clan", she deliberately glanced at Mo Changsheng, as if she had deliberately said it to him.

Li Jing also glanced at Mo Changsheng and said leisurely:

"Among Qingyan's countless suitors, Ren Jingyu's comprehensive strength can be ranked in the top three, if he really gets the first place this time, tsk!"

Mo Changsheng's face was silent, and there was already a bit of discomfort in his heart.

"I used to be that virtuous, Sister Qingyan can still treat me consistently, Mo really owes her a lot!"

Mo Changsheng sat there, quietly listening to Zhang Ying and Li Jing touting that Ren Jingyu.

Mo Changsheng likes a sentence in "Hanshan Asks to Find" very much.

Although this sentence is contrary to the mentality of a cultivator, the artistic conception in it is quite lofty.

"In the past, Hanshan asked and said: The world slanders me, deceives me, insults me, laughs at me, despises me, despises me, hates me, deceives me, how to deal with it?"

"Pick up the clouds: just endure him, let him, let him, avoid him, bear with him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years and watch him. ”

Those who cultivate the truth should care about the ignorance of the ignorant.

But if the other party is a cultivator, then it's a different story.

......

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, the auditorium was already full, and a rough estimate estimated that there were about one or two thousand people.

Because the calligraphy competition is more time-saving than the painting competition, the first thing to hold in the afternoon is the calligraphy competition.

Calligraphy is an art that reflects life, and people's inner emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow and joy can also be expressed in Chinese calligraphy, just like in poetry and music.

If writing is likened to the literacy stage of primary school, where it is required to write words accurately and plainly, then calligraphy is the writer's use of words to form a pleasing essay or poem.

Generally speaking, calligraphy is about "both form and spirit".

"Shape" includes stippling lines and the resulting spatial structure of calligraphy, while "Shen" mainly refers to the splendor of calligraphy.

Southwest Jiaotong University is worthy of being one of the few institutions of higher learning in China, and its students are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

In just over two hours, more than 20 contestants who participated in the calligraphy finals have completed their respective works.

It's a pity that Wen Qingyan, an amateur, only barely won a winning prize, which is actually the legendary consolation prize.

"That champion's calligraphy is good, and it can be regarded as quite charming. ”

Mo Changsheng looked at the champion works displayed on the big screen and commented casually.

"Do you understand?"

Zhang Ying has a hearty personality, in other words, she is straightforward. She couldn't help but laugh when she heard Mo Changsheng unashamedly commenting on other people's champion works.

"Do you know who the champion is? That's the granddaughter of Professor Chen of our Academy of Chinese Literature, a talented girl who has won the first prize in a national calligraphy competition! You have never been to school, how dare you judge other people's works indiscriminately!"

Mo Changsheng was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and didn't bother to defend anything.

It is estimated that in Zhang Ying's eyes, she is a poor dick who doesn't know how to pretend to understand and brag nonsense.

How could she possibly know that Mo Changsheng's previous life was a primordial old monster who had been cultivating for more than two hundred years.

Not to mention that he was writing with a brush at that time, let's just say that the cultivators who have achieved cultivation, which one does not have an artistic conception beyond ordinary people.

What's more, when most cultivators make talisman seals, they also need to use brushes and cinnabar, and even the slightest mistake will not work.

Mo Changsheng also had a lot of knowledge of Fu Seal in his previous life, so his calligraphy level was also extremely high, at least his calligraphy level was definitely much higher than that of most calligraphers now.

"I don't have any self-knowledge, what kind of person is this!"

Mo Changsheng's words made Zhang Ying and Li Jing's impression of him a little worse, and at this moment, they didn't even bother to do the superficial politeness, and looked at the game on the stage by themselves.

It took more than half an hour to evaluate the results of the calligraphy competition, so the contestants in the painting competition also completed their works one after another.

The picture on the big screen on the stage also shifted from the calligraphy competition to the painting competition group.

"Look quietly, is that Ren Jingyu's painting, it's so beautiful!"

Zhang Ying suddenly exclaimed.

"Really, look, he painted Qingyan, and he painted Qingyan so beautifully!"

Li Jing's eyes were full of little stars, looking at the big screen obsessively, with endless envy in her tone.

Mo Changsheng's face was a little unsightly.

Ren Jingyu painted a portrait of Wen Qingyan with colored pencil painting.

In the painting, Wen Qingyan is wearing a gorgeous pink dress, sitting quietly on a bench in the tree-lined path, and the sun shines through the leaves on Wen Qingyan's body, which is indeed extremely beautiful.

What made Mo Changsheng extremely unhappy was that in this painting, there was a handsome man wearing a slim tuxedo kneeling on one knee in front of Wen Qingyan, who was holding a bouquet of roses in his hand, and it was self-evident what he was doing.

What made Mo Changsheng even more unhappy was that Wen Qingyan in the colored pencil painting was shy and timid, obviously ready to agree to the man's pursuit.

"Ren Jingyu is worthy of being the head of the Literature and Art Department of our college, his painting is really good, in my opinion, he must be the first. ”

The students in the auditorium began to talk as well.

"Not necessarily, he's just a student at the School of Business Administration, you see those contestants in our Academy of Fine Arts, how good their sketches and oil paintings are. ”

The students of the Academy of Fine Arts are not happy, they are the ones who really understand art.

"Cut, if you want me to say, Zhang Jie's ink painting in our Academy of Chinese Literature is good, and he deserves the first place!"

The student of the Department of Chinese Literature retorted.

Who still likes ink painting now, the painting is not like it at all, and what artistic conception does I always say, my artistic conception is that you are a big-headed ghost, who can the hell understand?!"

Students in the Department of Business Administration are committed to supporting their fellow students:

"Ren Jingyu is not only good at painting, but also the person who paints is also the school flower of our school, do you dare to say that his paintings are not good-looking?"

Several of the other students stopped talking.

Painting beauties is more beautiful, this is really irrefutable.

However, the students of the art department still said stiffly:

"The first place must be between the contestants of our Academy of Fine Arts and Ren Jingyu, what the hell is ink painting!"