Chapter 5 chapter Five

There is a first time for everything.Since Tao Fan inscribed Taoyuan Hotel, more and more people asked him for inscriptions.I really couldn't shirk it, so I had to bite the bullet and ask the question.In less than half a year, many signboards in Xizhou City were replaced with Tao Fanti.Tao Fan became cautious and vowed not to write any more inscriptions.But there are more and more people in Xizhou who love calligraphy.The business of calligraphy classes in the city is exceptionally good.On Sundays, many parents take their children to learn calligraphy. On the eve of New Year's Day, Wu Mingxian asked Tao Fan to hold a calligraphy competition among local government officials.Tao Fan said: "You guys do it, don't ask me for instructions on this matter."

Wu Mingxian said: "What I mean is, if you want to invite the leaders of the prefectural committee to participate, it is an encouragement for the cadres." Tao Fan said: "The leaders of the prefectural committee should not participate. We participated, who will be the judges? You can't invite the leaders of the provincial party committee. The comrades below have concerns about being judges, which will affect the fairness." Wu Mingxian said with a smile: "Without the leadership of the prefectural committee, the significance of the calligraphy competition will be discounted."

Tao Fan also laughed, and said: "Old Wu has learned to be humorous. How much discount do you want? How about this, the leaders of the prefectural committee, you can report separately. If they are willing, please write adverbs. They only participate in the exhibition, not in the competition. Show your support for this event.” Wu Mingxian pondered: "I wonder which leaders are willing to write inscriptions?" Tao Fan saw what Wu Mingxian meant. He was worried that some leaders would not be able to write inscriptions, so he said, "Just ask the leaders of the prefectural committee to report separately. They don't have to write inscriptions. No one asks the leaders. They are all calligraphers, just expressing a meaning."

Wu Mingxian nodded and said: "With your instruction, I have a bottom line in my heart." Guan Yinda was very interested when he heard that there was going to be a calligraphy competition.But his works have not been handed over for a long time.Wu Mingxian took care of this matter personally, and when he saw Guan Yinda, he asked, "Xiao Guan, why haven't you seen your masterpiece yet? Your voice is the loudest!" Guan Yinda just laughed and said, "Where is it? The prefectural committee has hidden dragons and crouching tigers. What am I Xiaoguan? I will actively participate in group activities. I will definitely submit the manuscript on time."

In fact, Guan Yinda already had a plan in mind, but he just didn't have time to create it.He thinks that the calligraphy works of today's people are nothing more than Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, or Su Shi and Xin Qiji, which is not very interesting.What is more vulgar is either "the sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", or "there are roads in the mountains of books and hard work as a path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning and hard work."Modern people have no literary talents to speak of, so they have to pick up the wisdom of the ancients.Guan Yinda was very proud of his poems, but this time he suddenly felt ashamed.He thought it would be a bit ridiculous to write his poems into calligraphy works.He had a strange feeling that calligraphy must match ancient poetry.For example, new poems can only be written in hard pen calligraphy at most.Guan Yinda thought that even if he used ancient poetry, it should be as special and appropriate as possible.He has always liked Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Nian Nujiao · Dongting Green Grass", which is bold and unrestrained and fits the charm of wild grass.These days he went out with Tao Fan, sat in the car thinking about the layout of the work, and couldn't help gesticulating on his knees.

One night, Liu Ping ran to Guan Yinda's dormitory and smiled as soon as he walked in, looking very embarrassed.Seeing him, Guan Yinda felt a little shy, and thought it was strange that they were the same as usual. "Liu Ping, what happened to you today? Didn't someone introduce you to a girlfriend?" Guan Yinda asked with a smile. Liu Ping smiled and said, "Chief Guan, I also want to participate in the calligraphy competition. It's a learning opportunity." Guan Yinda said: "That's good, your participation in the calligraphy competition is much more meaningful than that of the leaders of the prefectural committee."

"Where is it?" Liu Ping shook his head and took out a piece of paper from his arms.Unfolding it, it turned out to be his calligraphy work.I didn't expect Liu Ping's handwriting to be passable.He wrote in regular script, which was fairly upright, but it was too dull. "Very good, you have practiced calligraphy!" Guan Yinda nodded in praise. Liu Ping said: "Where, I used to know how to pinch a brush. Seeing that you and Secretary Tao practice calligraphy every day, I also secretly learn it. The more I learn, the more interesting it is. It's good to learn something. Just driving a car is boring. "

After hearing this, Guan Yinda figured out what Liu Ping was thinking.Liu Ping wanted to gradually arm himself so that he would have a chance to become a cadre.Almost all agency drivers have this idea, which is human nature.But Liu Ping's comprehension is not bad. He hasn't read many books, so it's not bad if he can stabilize his words.Guan Yinda saw that Liu Ping wrote "I don't feel dawn when I sleep in spring, and I hear birds singing everywhere", so he said, "I suggest you change the content. This poem makes everyone's ears callused. It's boring."

"What to change? I'll listen to Section Chief Guan." Liu Ping was very respectful. After pondering for a while, Guan Yinda wrote down Li Bai's "To Wang Lun", saying: "Li Bai's poem is also familiar, but it is better than Chunmian. You should also pay attention to the composition. Calligraphy works are very particular about layout, including The density of the characters, the thickness of the ink, the inscription, etc. You have to write every word of this poem before you come to me." Liu Ping kept nodding his head and said a lot of compliments.Seeing that Guan Yinda's desk was full of flamboyant characters, he couldn't recognize any of them, so he said, "The characters of Section Chief Guan are so beautiful."

Seeing what Liu Ping meant, Guan Yinda said it was a poem by Zhang Xiaoxiang of the Song Dynasty, and read: "The green grass in Dongting is near the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is no color at all. Yujian Qiongtian has 30,000 hectares, and I have a leaf on my boat. The moon is shining, and the bright river is a shadow. Both the outside and the inside are clear. The heart is leisurely, and the beauty is hard to tell you. . "Should read the Lingbiao for many years, the solitary light shines on itself, the liver and gallbladder are full of ice and snow. The short hair is Xiaosao and the sleeves are cold, and the sea is wide and wide. The West River is full of water, and the Big Dipper is fine. Vientiane is a guest. I don’t know what is going on tonight. Xi."

When Liu Ping heard this, it was like a basket of soybeans fell from his head, without a single one between his ears, but he said, "It's really good, the articles written by the ancients are good." There were only a few days before the deadline for submission, and Guan Yinda finally chose a word he was most satisfied with to enter the competition.It happened that Tao Fan also handed over his writing to Guan Yinda that day.Tao Fan only wrote the word "Chongshi", using the Wei Bei style of writing.Below is a long paragraph, starting from the word "real", using elegant language, and admonishing the cadres what to do.Guan Yinda read the inscription carefully and admired Tao Fan's writing skills. The book fair was so serious that Tao Fan, Zhang Zhaolin and other prefectural committee leaders went to see it in person.A brief opening ceremony was held, and Wu Mingxian invited Tao Fan to speak.Tao Fan just said a few words, saying that it is very necessary for the prefectural committees to carry out some meaningful cultural activities, which can cultivate the sentiments of the cadres and promote a good atmosphere of loving learning and pursuing business. Guan Yinda looked carefully and found that all the leaders of the prefectural committee and administrative office had written inscriptions.The words of some leaders really cannot be put on the table.What Zhang Zhaolin wrote was "There is a road in the mountains of books, and diligence is the path, and the sea of ​​learning is boundless and hard work." The title of the signature is: Share encouragement with all cadres.Zhang Zhaolin's handwriting is a bit flamboyant, not like his own gentleness.Guan Yinda secretly thought it was fun, thinking that it would be hard for these leaders.They must have had a hard time thinking about this inscription.If you don't write a few words, it seems that you don't give Tao Fan face.Everyone secretly thought that this calligraphy competition was clearly favored by Wu Mingxian for Tao Fan.Besides, as long as there is an inscription by the leader, other leaders have to inscribe it, otherwise it seems that there is no position. Tao Fan looked very interested, with his hands behind his back, browsing the entries one by one.Walking in front of Guan Yinda Zupin, Tao Fan stood for a while and nodded slightly.Guan Yinda felt hot all over, sorry.Tao Fan did not mention Guan Yinda's words, but only Zhang Xiaoxiang's words: "This poem has a broad artistic conception, a vigorous pen, and a lofty embrace. The liver and gallbladder are ice and snow, and the outside and inside are clear. Du Fu has a poem that expresses joy in his heart." Shuangqing also means the same thing. It's really hard to tell you how wonderful it is!" Tao Fan felt rather strange in his heart: Why did Guan Yinda choose Zhang Xiaoxiang alone?This poem is bold, aloof, and transparent, but every word and every sentence implies the sentiment of demoting officials.I think Guan Yinda likes the artistic conception of words, forget about Zhang Xiaoxiang's situation.Tao Fan is not a nervous person, but when he silently recited Zhang Xiaoxiang's words just now, his heart trembled slightly.The more he sighed indescribably in his heart, the more kindly he smiled. Seeing Tao Fan's appreciation, Zhang Zhaolin said, "Xiaoguan's calligraphy is really good. It's just different if you follow Secretary Tao." Zhang Zhaolin's words, the front meaning is to praise Guan Yinda, and the back meaning is to praise Tao Fan.Guan Yinda didn't know whether to nod or shake his head, so he just smirked.He nodded because he was not humble, and shook his head because he didn't admit that he had benefited a lot from Secretary Tao. Meng Weizhou was even more embarrassing. His pen writing felt ashamed, not to mention brush writing.He did not submit his work for the competition.Hearing Zhang Zhaolin praise Guan Yinda, his face turned red.He couldn't recognize the wild grass, so his eyes flew up and down.It turns out that there is a piece of white paper attached to the bottom of the banner, which is the original text written in lower case. Tao Fan walked up to Liu Ping's works and praised them greatly: "Liu Ping, your handwriting is not bad either. Good! Good! Comrades love learning as much as Liu Ping, and improving the professional level of the organization can be implemented. " Zhang Zhaolin looked at Liu Ping with a smile.Wu Mingxian said "Little Liu" in his mouth, and couldn't help but raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.Liu Ping scratched his head and blushed to the back of his neck. No one noticed here, Zhang Zhaolin's driver, Ma Jie, had already turned dark.Ma Jie was so arrogant that he didn't even pay attention to Meng Weizhou.The first time he saw Meng Weizhou's handwriting, he smiled meaningfully.Ma Jie sat in Meng Weizhou's office when he was free, and liked to find a piece of paper and take out a pen to write.Usually writing the lyrics to military songs he sang in the army.Once, Ma Jie knew that Zhang Zhaolin didn't need a car anymore, but he sat down with Meng Weizhou and refused to leave.Meng Weizhou had some materials to get out, and he was very anxious, making his head dizzy.Ma Jie sat across from him and wrote, shaking his head, making the paper rustle. Meng Weizhou was upset, but he couldn't say anything.He knew that if he didn't praise Ma Jie's handwriting, the military calligrapher would not leave.So, as if he just discovered it, he said, "Ma Jie's handwriting is so beautiful." Ma Jie stopped writing and complained: "When I was in the army, I asked me to do clerical work, but I didn't do it. I like to drive. I have driven for five years with the chief of the army. That old bastard is a prudish person, and he doesn't take advantage of the masses. One stitch at a time, and one stitch at a time for our masses. In the end, I didn’t even become a cadre. Otherwise, would I still be like this?” He said, threw away his pen, got up and went out.Suddenly remembering that the pen was his own, he turned back and took it. Meng Weizhou held his breath in his heart, and talked about Ma Jie with Guan Yinda.Guan Yinda felt that Xiao Meng was not mature enough, so what is there to say about this kind of thing?It's not worth keeping in mind.From then on, he paid attention to Ma Jie intentionally or unintentionally, which was really strange.Tao Fan praised Liu Ping's words, Ma Jie didn't seem to hear it, and looked away. A few days later, the calligraphy competition was announced.Guan Yinda won first place, and Liu Ping also won a commemorative award. Not long after, Ma Jie ran into Guan Yinda and said mysteriously, "Chief Guan, some people are still not convinced that you won the award." Guan Yinda laughed and said, "Whether you are convinced or not, it's only such a big deal. Isn't it just a reward of a towel and two pieces of soap?" Seeing that Guan Yinda didn't care who was not convinced, Ma Jie seemed a little disappointed.But still not giving up, he said: "He said that all arty calligraphy learners in Xizhou are flattering Secretary Tao. He said two old sayings, I can't remember them all. Why is the king of Chu so thin? After reading a few words , Speaking of it, it is the egg bag of Confucius, and it is very elegant!" Guan Yinda couldn't help laughing, thinking that Ma Jie's "gentle" allegory was probably the most level words he had ever said.Guan Yinda knew right away that Ma Jie was talking about Meng Weizhou.He guessed that Meng Weizhou probably said something like "The king of Chu is so thin, and the palace starved to death".Guan Yinda didn't know on what occasion Meng Weizhou said this, maybe it was a joke.He didn't care about it, but worried for Xiaomeng.I thought Meng Weizhou had been a secretary for so long, and he was still so immature.If he doesn't get rid of this problem, he will suffer sooner or later.