The next day.
It was morning and the weather was not bad.
Zhang Ye woke up late. The moment he opened his eyes to look at his watch, he immediately sat up in bed. He rubbed his eyes and quickly got out of bed to get dressed. He went to the bathroom to wash his face as he said, "Mom, do we have a brush, ink, and paper at home?"
His father had left for work.
His mother had an afternoon shift today, so she was still at home. "What do you think? You bought it in primary school, but it's long gone. I don't know which box it's in. Even if you find it, it can't be used. Why do you want it? Isn't your school on holiday? Why are you in such a hurry? You still have to go to work? "
Zhang Ye said, "It's not work. It's my leader's birthday banquet."
His mother said, "Then why aren't you up early? Hurry up and go! "
"I know. Help me pack my bag. I'll put my cellphone inside." Zhang Ye did not care anymore and quickly brushed his teeth. Then he took the bag his mother handed to him and rushed downstairs to drive.
What about the birthday present?
He did not even have a brush and ink. There was no time to buy one!
Zhang Ye was also a bachelor. Forget it. Since Wu Mo had said that he did not need to bring anything, he might as well go. At most, he would make up for it when the time came.
......
The sun was spreading its heat.
It added a hint of warmth to the winter day.
Looking at the signboard at the entrance, it was an antique restaurant. It was a two-story building, but there was a large courtyard at the back. The restaurant was not small, and looked very antique. There were even red lanterns hanging at the entrance. It looked like someone had booked the entire place. There were quite a number of cars parked outside the entrance, and people were getting out of their cars to enter the restaurant. Many of them were holding calligraphy and paintings in their hands. This made Zhang Ye a little confused. In his opinion, Wu Zeqing was such an elegant woman. It was only her birthday, so there was no need for her to make such a big deal out of it. Comrade Old Wu was also not someone who liked to be extravagant.
After getting out of the car, Zhang Ye straightened his clothes.
"Eh? Isn't this Teacher Zhang? "A woman called out to him from behind.
Zhang Ye turned around in surprise. "Yo, Teacher Su is here too?"
The person was his colleague from Peking University's Chinese department, Su Na. She was wearing a thick coat. "Why are you here too? Oh, did President Wu invite you? "
Zhang Ye vaguely acknowledged. Actually, he knew very well that such a gathering should not have been his turn. The reason why Wu Zeqing got Wu Mo to invite him was probably because he was the spokesperson for her nephew's company. He was doing his best to help out, so President Wu gave him face.
But why was Su Na here?
Professor Zeng and Professor Yan were not invited, right?
Zhang Ye wondered, "Why are you here?"
Su Na giggled, "I'm not that important for President Wu to invite me. I came with my dad. My dad arrived a long time ago and went in already. He's from the Calligraphy Association."
Zhang Ye was enlightened. "So many people came today?"
"Yeah, it's about the same every year. Last year was even livelier than this year," Su Na said casually.
Zhang Ye was even more puzzled, "They are all here to celebrate President Wu's birthday?"
"Birthday? Don't you know? " Su Na laughed, "How could President Wu be so extravagant? Today is the Calligraphy Association's 31st anniversary, so everyone gathers on this day every year to exchange literature and calligraphy. That is the main goal. As for celebrating a birthday, a senior from the calligraphy world and President Wu also happen to have their birthday today, so we decided to celebrate it along the way. However, that shouldn't be the main point. The main point is still an exchange and a gathering for the calligraphy world. Of course, if you want to give a gift, that's not a problem. "
Zhang Ye coughed, "Then, did you bring a gift?"
"I didn't bring one." Su Na giggled, "But my dad wrote two pieces of calligraphy. He just gave it to me."
"You all came prepared. I woke up late and didn't bring anything." Zhang Ye said gloomily. If he came empty-handed, it would be so awkward.
Su Na blinked, "If you didn't bring anything, then so be it. A lot of people probably won't give anything. If it really doesn't work, there's still the impromptu calligraphy segment. Why don't you just write a poem? How's your calligraphy? "
Zhang Ye subconsciously said, "My calligraphy is not presentable at all."
However, he suddenly remembered that he had just drawn a Calligraphy Skill Book last night. Furthermore, he had eaten a hundred of them in one go. Although he had not tested it before, based on his past experience, his calligraphy was definitely not bad. A hundred books! He did not know how he would turn out. Who knew if his calligraphy was even better than Wu Zeqing's?
Right!
He could write it on the spot!
He definitely had to give President Wu a gift!
… …
At the restaurant.
In the backyard.
This place had been turned into an exhibition stand. There were all sorts of famous people's calligraphy and paintings on display. There were also some calligraphy works by members of the Calligraphy Association, as well as works by contemporary calligraphy masters.
"This is Sun Gu's calligraphy?"
"It's a fake, right? Wasn't it lost a long time ago? "
"This is the real deal. I heard that it was collected by Master Zhou. Master Zhou also spent a lot of money to buy it. To be able to see it today is our honor!"
"This won't do. I have to make a copy later!"
"Eh, this is Teacher Cheng's calligraphy? This cursive script has made a breakthrough from last year! "
"Haha, President Wu has also brought out her calligraphy today. Little Wu's calligraphy has always been so gentle. No matter how you look at it, it has a kind of beauty to it. It's a rare sight in the calligraphy world."
No one went upstairs because it wasn't time for dinner yet. Everyone was chatting in the backyard, commenting on the works on display today. Although it wasn't an official exhibition, this kind of internal exhibition of calligraphy and paintings was even more precious than the official exhibition. Everyone didn't hold back in their internal communication. The thirty-first anniversary celebration of the Calligraphy Association could also be considered as an exhibition of their academic achievements.
Wu Zeqing had already arrived and was chatting with a few friends.
Today's birthday boy, Old Master Wei, was already very old. He was about 80 years old and was sitting in an armchair in the yard. Many juniors went over to greet him.
"Master Wei, is your body still as good as ever?"
"I can't take it anymore. I'm old. Hur Hur."
"I couldn't tell, but the calligraphy you displayed was still very robust!"
There were about 70 to 80 people scattered in the yard. Those who came today were all famous figures or family members of the calligraphy and painting world or the literary world. None of them were light weight. Even the worst of them was a member of the Calligraphy Association. They were also teachers who had some achievements in the field of calligraphy. Of course, there were not many people who came. After all, it was not an anniversary celebration, so there were no people from other fields to congratulate them. It was just an ordinary gathering using the anniversary as an excuse.
At this moment, Su Na came in, "Dad!"
Father Su was about 50 years old. His hair was not too white, but his beard was white, "Why are you here so late? Didn't you go out early? "
Su Na giggled, "I just met a colleague at the door and chatted a little."
Then, Zhang Ye followed them to the backyard. However, he was wearing sunglasses. As he did not have much interaction or direct conflict with the calligraphy world, no one recognized him. Actually, some people did not even know who he was. At most, they had heard of Zhang Ye's name before!
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