Chapter 14

No matter how powerful or talented a person is, there must be something he is not good at.

Qin Wanrou has worked hard to learn zither for three years. She doesn't believe that Qin Qing can have the energy to give consideration to others.

Calligraphy is as good as Beidou in the literary world? Hum, those must have been touted by others.

After thinking about this, Qin Wanrou calmed down and walked to the stage with a smile. When passing Qin Qing, she whispered, "sister, you shouldn't have come today."

If you come, you'll only humiliate yourself.

At that time, hearing this insinuation, Qin Qing stopped a little. A very cold smile was outlined on Jiao Hao's side face. He also whispered back: "this is the second time, Qin Wanrou. You sent someone to block me and have crossed my bottom line."

Hearing the speech, Qin Wanrou was surprised. Subconsciously, she blurted back, "how do you know..."

Here, it's too late to stop.

The first time she was in the bar was her mistake, but in the afternoon she was transferred to duty at school for no reason, and then she was blocked to go home late. There was an hour and a half left for the dinner, but the team left. Under so many coincidences, if Qin Wanrou could not guess that she was making trouble, she was really wasting her chance of rebirth.

Qin Qing raised his eyes and glanced at her. He shook his head in disappointment. "In another hundred years, you can't win me."

Not everyone has IQ.

"You..." blushed with straightforward sarcasm. Qin Wanrou held back her anger and clenched her teeth. "Your aggressive method is useless to me. I'll let you show your genius later."

With that, she straightened her back and went straight to her position to concentrate on grinding.

Qin Qing faintly took back her sight and stood on the other side without interfering with each other.

Both of them write a poem at the same time. After writing it in their best font, it will be evaluated by everyone present.

However, before the stage started, there was a lot of noise under the stage.

"Looking at the appearance of the second miss of the Qin family, I think she has two brushes. It is said that Qin Jin has brought her to the company and plans to use her words to develop new fonts. Qin Qing hasn't received such treatment yet."

"If you win tonight, it's estimated that Qin's font development is the second Miss's."

……

Listening to the continuous discussion, Qin Qing finally understood that Qin Jin had a good plan in mind. Her eyes flashed coolly across the paper. She gently lifted the corners of her mouth, picked up her pen and touched it with ink. Her pen was as fast as the wind. When her wrist turned over, white and black words were quickly extended into the paper. Her posture was willowy, and a few strands of broken hair fell to her ears, adding a bit of the casual elegance of literati and poets.

The Qin family wants to use her as a stepping stone. It also depends on whether they have this ability.

Patta... The brush was put into the pen wash. It was only a few minutes before and after. When they were surprised that the girl on the stage was writing at one go, they saw her pinch her tail finger and touch the cinnabar on one side, and then smear it on the paper.

"I've finished it." when the people couldn't figure it out, Qin Wanrou on the other side stopped and calmly announced the composition of her work.

Qin Jin took the first step to hang the rice paper for her. He couldn't help admiring and praising, "OK, the brush is skillful and beautiful, the font is gentle and smooth, quite a bit of your mother's style."

Qin Jin's wife is also the daughter of the big family. This praise is also raising Qin Wanrou's status in disguise.

"Thank you, Dad. I'm still a novice and can't compare with my sister." Qin Wanrou glanced at the other side pretending to be curious. "I don't know what my sister is doing?"

Hearing the speech, Qin Jin also noticed Qin Qing's skillful painting, frowned and said, "calligraphy is exquisite, but it's useless to want to use some opportunistic methods. Qin Qing, did you hear it?"

The Qin and Jin Dynasties angrily walked over and reached out to pull the rice paper.

But as soon as his hand reached mid air, Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of the scene on the paper, and he was stunned.

"Dad, what's the matter? Is it my sister who hasn't finished writing?" not far away, Qin Wanrou was already a little impatient and wanted to win a hard fight, so she hurried: "the time is up, sister, you can't write any more."

She thought she was naughty with a trace of pride, as if she had won.

"OK." Qin Qing, who stopped at the time point, wiped her fingers with a paper towel. Seeing that the man in front of her was still stupid and didn't move, she said coldly, "father, the guests are waiting."

"Ah, oh... OK, OK." suddenly, Qin and Jin responded with some gaffes, and their eyes fell on the rice paper. The impatient mood just now suddenly became extremely heavy.

If he could, he wished he hadn't come on stage.

However, with so many eyes staring at him, he had to hang up the rice paper in his hand and let the calligraphy he thought was opportunistic be made public.

On the yellowing white rice paper, the four lines of quatrains are thick and sharp, like the blade out of the scabbard and showing its sharpness. At the end of the overbearing stroke, a little cinnabar is prominently dotted next to the ink, just like plum bone branches blooming, softening the composition of the whole rice paper and making the picture closer to aestheticism.

With a bang, after seeing Qin Qing's works clearly, the audience exploded.

"It's really written by a little girl. I've heard that Miss Qin's five-year-old Nengwen is so good at writing."

"She wrote it in three minutes and added vermilion ornaments. This is the level of a painting."

……

Everyone rushed to the stage. Several gray haired old pedants came up with magnifying glasses and nodded in admiration as they watched.

At this time, the result of winning or losing is that no one cares anymore.

"Ha ha, I don't blame me for praising the girl of the Qin family. She can write and draw at the age of five. Although her handwriting is a little immature, the skill of combining calligraphy and painting is rare in the world." as a referee, old Zhang stroked his beard and continued to boast to the students with great pride.

Not far away, Qin Wanrou was stiff and had not moved for a long time. Her face was green and white. The two works hanging above were like a loud slap Hula fan, which made her eyes red with pain.

They are all seventeen years old. She also works hard. Why does she still lose to each other everywhere

Aware of this unwilling sight, Qin Qing, surrounded by the crowd, walked towards her, stopped in front of the rice paper that no one cared about, and said in a cold voice: "I was punished to stand because I couldn't recite Tang poetry when I was three years old, and I have studied calligraphy since I was five years old. Qin Wanrou, what you think of as efforts is just self pity. The successor of the Qin family is not as simple as you think."

You have to pay as much as you enjoy.

Others seem easy, but it's just the accumulation of training day and night.