Chapter 690

Miss Qin not only shocked everyone present, but even Qin Qing was slightly surprised.

She didn't expect the other party to remember her voice.

"Mr. Hans, I haven't seen you for a long time." Qin Qing was stunned, then reacted, nodded and smiled at each other.

Hans turned his steps and came back, with a surprise on his face. Just when he was close, he suddenly noticed the girl's strange, "Miss Qin, your eyes..."

"It's ok if you're hurt." Qin Qing still smiled. Last time in Eliza Hotel, they were all parties. I believe Hans will get it.

"I only heard that you were hurt, but I didn't expect it to be so serious." Hans carefully looked at the girl's pupil reaction. After he was sure that he was completely blind, he couldn't help sighing heavily, with imperceptible pity in his tone, "how are you now?"

After Fan Hong's death, the news of Macao was completely blocked. He only knew that Zhan Chen inherited the position of home owner, while the girl took over the position of the new gambling king, but she never showed up.

Now seeing her dress and injury, I couldn't help asking one more question.

Hearing the speech, Qin Qing tilted her head in doubt. She didn't know when the two met by chance and became friends with each other. At the point where they could care about each other's current situation, she nodded, "I'm fine. I've gone back to school. Now I'm a student of Yingcai. I thought you didn't remember me just now, so I didn't say hello."

In fact, what Qin Qing wanted to say was that she thought that if she dressed up like this, the other party would not recognize it.

"Why, Miss Qin has always impressed me." Hans replied without thinking about it. Realizing that his tone was too urgent, he paused, changed the topic and said, "just now you said you had practiced calligraphy. I don't know I haven't had the honor to see it now, or it's inconvenient for you. Sorry, I didn't mean anything else."

Qin Qing listened to the other party's confused explanation, but it was rare to give birth to a kind feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign country, so she shook her head, half lowered her eyes and smiled, "I understand. I'm glad Mr. Hans can appreciate Chinese culture. Please wait a moment."

With that, she didn't think much. She turned around and asked Bai Ling to grind for her, but she found that the other party seemed to be distracted, and there was no movement from the students' Union next to her.

For a long time, Xiang Lecai, who was standing beside her, suddenly swallowed his saliva, "Qin Qing, how do you know Mr. Hans?"

"Oh, when my eye was injured, he was just on the spot and took me to the hospital." Qin Qing thought out his speech at the moment of talking just now. Anyway, it's right to choose the key point.

But her calm attitude made the boy crazy.

"Get rid of it. It's not the old man of the community. It's ambassador Bai Gong. Now the fried chicken is popular in the political arena. Why didn't you say it just now?!"

Qin Qing reluctantly spread his hand, "because I'm not sure if he remembers me."

"You..." love almost choked to a breath of words, but in a flash, the girl's expression is not like a lie, and silently swallowed her words. She could not make complaints about it.

In such a strange atmosphere, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were rolled out again. After learning that the girl who was about to display calligraphy was blind, many people felt lack of interest. They thought that Hans's acquaintances were showing off their friendship, and even the compliments became more and more false.

Only when the girl stood next to the table, if interested people would find that the original low-key and insignificant breath of her whole body had changed.

"Yes, the ink has come out."

Listening to the girl's instructions, Bai Ling stopped grinding and looked up. She saw the people in front of her with their hands closed in front of her, and the pink lips lightly pursed. It seemed that a solemn and solemn ceremony was going on, and the noisy air around her was like static.

The atmosphere of peace and tranquility gradually spread in the venue.

"In fact, calligraphy itself is not standardized. Calligraphy means self-cultivation and careful concentration. Under what state a person is in at present, it will be reflected in a single word. The evolution of Chinese fonts for thousands of years and the divine images displayed by literati and poets are all just for expressing their feelings." as a successor trained by the family of calligraphy, Qin Qing himself is a living textbook of Mo Wenbao. He used to play a role as an example of explanation in Yuhuang high school. Now he just uses a different language to publicize the quintessence of the nation.

With the faint spread of her ethereal and elegant voice, the originally impetuous crowd gradually calmed down. While surprised at the girl's foreign language proficiency, they also carefully experienced the deep meaning hidden in Chinese calligraphy.

"Silent poetry, invisible dance, no picture and no vocal music are the highest realm of calligraphy." the slender and dexterous fingertips crossed a row of pen holders and finally landed on the last strong Langhao pen. Wolf hair is rough, crazy, bold and domineering. It is difficult for ordinary women to control. Most of the middle-aged and elderly people use it with calm wrist strength. Now they are held in the girl's porcelain white jade hand, but they can't see the slightest sense of violation because of their natural and unrestrained movements.

"Today, I will dedicate my shallow skills to this calligraphy note."

The last sentence fell. Langhao pen was filled with ink and fell on the rice paper with a thunderous force. The ink dots the size of an egg splashed around. Then his steady wrist pulled down. The flowing ink walked upstream of the white rice paper, like a dragon out of the water and a dragon flying and Phoenix dancing freely.

When the pen was finished, the rice paper had been filled. The girl put down her brush strokes. When she waved the pen, the unstoppable sharpness converged back into the shell, leaving only a faint temperament of simplicity.

Hans looked closer and recognized the words on it for a long time, "Sheng."

"Yes, this word of victory is given to Mr. Hans. I hope what you want to do can be victorious and powerful." Qin Qing believes that the ambition hidden under the man's gentle and kind face can not be underestimated, and his future achievements must be more than that.

This word of victory is in line with his current state of mind.

Although Hans is not proficient in Chinese culture, he can see the magnificent momentum of the sharp blade coming out of the scabbard from this word, and the strokes are full of madness. As the girl said, it was like a grand and passionate dance and a magnificent and warm hymn, which made people excited and arrogant.

"You are always so amazing," he said with a silent exclamation, and his hand unconsciously applauded.

First he took his head alone, and then there was a roar in the audience. This time is not a compliment, but a sincere appreciation.