Chapter 497: Mr. Chen, I do n’t want to learn to write anymore

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Mei Ya's face flashed red, and she shook her head so busy that she said, "No, no, I don't know a few ligatures like this. How could I have practiced it?"
"But your font is beautiful," Chen Qingxuan looked at the "bell" again, and then said to Meiya, "Want to practice the word? Then I will teach you how good?"
Meiya stunned, looking at Chen Qingxuan's smiling face, but another face appeared uncontrollably in her mind ...
"Don't hold it too tight. Don't be so stiff with your fingers. What's so tense? You have to pinch off the brush."
"I haven't taken a pen before, you don't even know that, when I saw this ink pen, ink and paper inkstone, my calves turned around, and I was afraid of these things.
"What's so scary? This is like an embroidery needle. Practice makes perfect. Don't be afraid. I'll teach you how to write."
"Look, I just don't have talent."
"When I first wrote, was it uglier than this? The sir still hit my hand at that time, didn't I say that? Just when the pen came from an embroidery needle."
"How can it be compared with embroidery needles? I used embroidery needles for the first time, well, Master, you will teach me!"
"You don't pay for tuition fees, where does Master want to teach you?"
"Is this enough?"
"That's enough ..."
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That day, in the warm sun of winter, she held the pen for the first time in her life. She was really nervous. Fortunately, Zhong Mingwei ’s hand was always holding her hand. Those hands are really big, big and warm. The hands are wrapped in it, and then she is not nervous, and her hands are not shaking. Under the guidance of that big hand, she has left ink marks on rice paper for the first time in her life, and for the first time, in the rich fragrance of ink , Kissed dimly.
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"What's wrong?" Mei Ya didn't say anything for a long time, and Chen Qingxuan asked with some concern. "Where is it uncomfortable? Why is it so red? Didn't you close the window last night?"
The heavy rain suddenly dropped in the middle of the night yesterday, the spring thunder roared, and the wind blew, and the trees outside were blown to several trees.
"No, no, I'm very good," Meiya shook her head busy, while pursing the pen, ink and paper inkstones on the table with her head hanging down, she said casually, "Mr. Chen, what do you want to eat at noon?"
"Why? Just want to teach you to write, you are thinking of paying me the tuition?" Chen Qingxuan smiled abruptly.
Meiya's hand stiffened and paused, and then hung the brush on the pen holder. When she looked up, her face was no longer smiling. The face that was red and fluttered just now, she had recovered her true color, she Looking at Chen Qingxuan, he said slowly, "Mr. Chen, I don't want to learn writing anymore."
"What's wrong?" Chen Qingxuan was confused, "Why didn't you want to write anymore?"
"I already have a master who teaches writing, and I don't want to find another master anymore." Mei Ya said softly.
Chen Qingxuan was stunned, and then he rushed over and whispered, "Is he?"
Meiya nodded and said nothing, and took the "Hundreds of Family Names" and turned out of the room, leaving Chen Qingxuan stunned at the full-page, large and small "bell".
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The house is repairing doors and windows again, knocking and beating for a whole day. It is said that it is Pang Yi. Even Gu Changlin is annoyed. The old man said that he would not stay at home and went down the mountain. Pang Yi actually wanted to go down the mountain. Since he sent Xiao An's back that night, he has never seen Xiao An's again. He really thought a lot, but he looked at Zhong Mingwei, who was lying on the kang, and he still went everywhere. Did not go, honestly sitting in the outer hall, listening to the sound of the outside, the ears are all coming out of cocoons.
"Pang Yi." Pang Yi was confused in the outer hall and heard Zhong Mingwei's voice coming from the bedroom.
"Hey!" Pang Yi was so busy that he pushed the door in. "Grandpa, are you calling me?"
Zhong Mingwei sat up from Kang, and those who had n’t eaten or slept for a few days, the haggard Pang Yi did n’t dare to read more, so busy to make a cup of jasmine tea, his hands were handed in front of Zhong Mingwei:
Yeah, you first Drink a cup of tea to nourish the throat. "
Zhong Mingwei was not thirsty at all, but looking at the jasmine flowers stretched out in the cup, he still took it, and drank it bit by bit. Rao was sore all over, but he could n’t wait for the tea to cool, so he took one The whole cup of tea was drunk. After drinking the tea, he did not put down the cup, he held it so tightly in his hand, and then said to Pang Yi: "Have all the deeds been completed?"