Most of the contemporary practices of calligraphy are learned from Ou Yan, Liu and Zhao, and at most Wang Xizhi is added. Fu Quanyi was a little surprised when he heard this, nodded and said, "Very good."

Then he got up, picked up the chalk, and ranked alongside Song Qi's poem "Bamboo" on the blackboard. In the slightly shorter space, he wrote two powerful characters: "Ode to Bamboo".

The old man wrote running script, but probably just to write quickly, he could not see the elegance and smoothness of the running script. He could only see the force similar to "the brush is clear and the tip of the brush", which may also have something to do with his old-fashioned personality.

Chalk was tapped on the blackboard from time to time, making a slight sound, and Fu Quanyi quickly finished the twenty words.

The snow presses the bamboo head down, and the head down is about to get stuck in mud.

The red sun is still in harmony with the sky.

Han Yongtai read it and recited it twice, and his expression gradually changed from surprise to gloomy, and was a little unbelievable. He hoped that Fu Quanyi would be able to name someone else next.

How can such a poem be written by Zhang Yang?

"Zhang Yang's poem "Ode to Bamboo" is very well written. You can take a look first. If you have anything you want to say, you can just say it."

Fu Quanyi once again smashed his expectation, pride and the little mind that had just been sewn up.

After waiting for two minutes, when no one spoke, the old man looked at Zhang Yang, "Zhang Yang, come and tell me how it was written. Just sit there. Don't use crutches again. Someone who passes by will think I'm corporal punishment of the students."

Some people laughed laughing, but few people found it funny, so few responded.

Zhang Yang had no choice but to sit down and answer, "Actually... I can't say it well, so I think I can write like this, so I think about what to write and how to express it."

This is not that he can't get any creative inspiration, but that this is more in line with Su Hui's changes in writing poetry before and after.

However, worried that the old man was not satisfied with the answer and turned around and refused to return the phone, he paused and added: "I think it's better to express my feelings than to make words and sentences."

Fu Quanyi looked at him with a look of surprise, but he seemed quite satisfied with this answer. He nodded and said, "It's better to speak well than to make words and sentences. A large part of the reason why poetry has almost disappeared now is because of this point. He pays too much attention to form and forgets what the most important thing is in poetry, not the parallelism, emotion, and artistic conception are the most important!"

After he praised, he paused and said, "However, "A red sun will still be with the sky." This spirit is certainly good, but it depends on what matters. Life is not a fairy tale, and everything cannot be done well, let alone play. You must distinguish the importance and what is the most important thing now."

Zhang Yang's previous performance in poetry was mediocre, but this time, such a masterpiece suddenly appeared. The old man obviously understood his "feelings from the touch".

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment before realizing something. He looked at Lin Yiran and saw that although she sat upright and looked at the podium without looking sideways, her jade-like cheeks were slightly flushed, and it was obvious that she could hear the old man's implicit sound.

Zhang Yang opened his mouth and closed it again. The more he described the matter, it was getting darker and there was no explanation at all.

Fu Quanyi briefly talked about all the techniques and techniques of this poem from an appreciation perspective, and then saw that it was a few minutes left before school was over, so he said, "Okay, this class is here. If you want to study, you can study yourself, and if you want to go and eat."

Then he put the two stacks of manuscripts together, holding the teacup in one hand and the other, glanced at Zhang Yang, got up and walked out.

Zhang Yang naturally understood, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Lin Yiran: "It's okay, there are plays and shows, let's give up."

Lin Yiran also noticed the old man's glance before leaving, got up and moved out of his position, and told him: "It's okay to be a few days late. If Teacher Fu doesn't give it, you don't have to bother him."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely get it back for you."

Zhang Yang walked out of the classroom with a crutch, among the sparse crowds of people going out, and walked towards the office next to the middle corridor.

Before the other classes finished school, the students in Class 2 went down from the corridor on this side, and there was no one in the corridor. Zhang Yang came to the corridor, and the figure of Fu Quanyi just happened to be seen walking into the office.

He walked over with a cane. When he approached, he saw the English teacher, the Chinese Englishman, leading a little boy with short blonde hair, coming out of the office.

When this teacher came to China for travel when she was young, she was unwilling to leave. Later, she married a Sichuan girl and obtained a green card from China through marriage. Later, she became a naturalized person. She spoke Sichuan accent and was very real. She also gave a Chinese name called Tang Shi because his wife was Song Ci.

The tall and handsome teacher Tang Shi led his son out of the office and said in a whispering manner. He did not notice Zhang Yang. He led his son straight to the middle stairs next to the office. Zhang Yang heard him scolding his son from an authentic Sichuan accustomed to him:

"You still don't look like an English pot man? You still don't look like an English pot man? You only scored more than 30 points in English, so what did you do? When you go back, your mother won't break you, you're the one who's mine..."

Zhang Yang's mouth twitched, and he quickly held it in front of the office door and looked inside. He saw that Fu Quanyi was the only one in the office, and was writing something on the table, so he reached out and knocked on the door.

Fu Quanyi looked up at him, lowered her head again, and continued to write.

At this time, Zhang Yang could actually go in, but he knew that the old man was hard to serve and had something to ask for, so he naturally had to put his posture on his face, so he stood at the door with a cane, motionless like a punishment.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…”

Zhang Yang felt a little stupid for a few seconds, but fortunately he could chat with Luo Shen to relieve his boredom and asked, "How long do you think the old man will let me in?"

"What if he ignores you all the time?" Luo Shen asked replies without answering.

"Then I'll just stand there and write an anonymous letter to report him to corporal punishment of the students."

Luo Shen was probably shocked by his shamelessness. After a while, he was silent, and then said quietly: "...You are really suitable for the entertainment industry."

"Is that right? Actually, I have reflected on the past two days and feel that I have chosen the wrong career before. I am born to rely on my face to make a living. I didn't expect that you think so too, and it's really a hero who sees the same thing."

Luo Shen said lightly, "It's also a matter of shamelessness to make a living."

Before Zhang Yang could think of how to fight back, Fu Quanyi raised his head again, looked at him, and asked knowingly: "Is there anything wrong?"

Then Zhang Yang shook his head and limped in with a crutch. He took a step more difficult, just like standing for too long, he aggravated his injuries. He walked to the old man's desk and said in a muffled voice: "Come and admit your mistake to you."

Fu Quanyi said: "What's wrong to admit? Shouldn't you write love poems?"

Zhang Yang almost couldn't help but slam the old man in the head. It was clearly a poem that conveyed the optimism of revolutionism, so why did it become a love poem?

He looked up at Old Man Fu with a puzzled expression, "Ah?"

Fu Quanyi didn't know if he saw through his poor acting skills or was too lazy to deal with it, so he said lightly: "Then what are you going to admit? "

Zhang Yang said: "What happened in the morning... I see you are still angry..."

Fu Quanyi said: "I'm quite angry. The rules of our school are not strict, so we are not allowed to go beyond the rules. We are not allowed to play with mobile phones during class. There are clear regulations. If you come to get your mobile phone, you don't have to open your mouth and go for a meal. There will be classes in the afternoon."

Zhang Yang didn't expect that the old man was more shameless than him. He clearly suggested that he was here to get his cell phone, but before he opened his mouth, he actually wanted to block his mouth in just a few words.

He smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "I'm here to admit your mistakes and promise you that I will definitely review it carefully and not make such mistakes again."

"Didn't you promised to pass in the morning?"

Fu Quanyi looked at him, and a faint smile passed by, "And she performed well, don't worry, after the final exam, she will definitely give you your phone back."

Seeing that he was so humble, the old man refused to give up. He really wanted to give him a crutch, but under the eaves, he had to continue saying: "That..."

Fu Quanyi asked: "What?"

Zhang Yang looked up at the teacher, but he stopped talking, and his expression became a little embarrassed. Seeing that the old man had no intention of asking, he gave him a step, he had to stutter: "Sorry, Teacher Fu, I lied to you in the morning..."

"Um?"

"I borrowed the phone from Lin Yiran..."

After saying this, he paused a little, wandered, looking embarrassed, and whispered: "That was the birthday gift from her parents. I'm really not easy to explain..."

Fu Quanyi stared at him for two seconds, lowered his head, opened the drawer, took out the very thin and exquisite white mobile phone, carefully placed it on the book, pushed the book over, and said, "Okay, take it back. If I don't have it, I'm afraid I will compensate if I break it. In the future, I'll be less clever and treating people with sincerity is the foundation of my life."

Only then did Zhang Yang realize that the old man was not deliberately making things difficult for him, but he made things back on his own. If he had just walked in and said that he wanted to return the phone, the old man would have returned it to him happily, but when he was playing with this little trick, the old man deliberately taught him a lesson.

He was stunned for a moment before owing his body, picked up his cell phone with one hand and whispered: "Thank you, Teacher Fu."

Fu Quanyi said "um" and waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Zhang Yang turned around and walked out of the office, glanced back again, and saw Fu Quanyi packing up the things on the table, standing up, and it seemed that he was about to leave.

The old man is not tall and thin, and looks a little small in the spacious and empty office.

Two years ago, when Zhang Yang first saw the old man in the classroom, he sat down and the old man stood on the podium. Perhaps because of this, Zhang Yang had never really seen clearly what the old man looked like. He was just a thin old man over fifty years old and was about to retire.

After Su Hui, from looking up to looking straight, the old man appeared in the halo of being a teacher.

Although Fu Quanyi is not hunched, he is only over 1.7 meters tall. The two of them are standing face to face, and he can't even block the Changyang vision.

So Zhang Yang has to bow his head when facing the elderly in the future.
Chapter completed!