Chapter 497

Meiya's face suddenly turned red. She shook her head and kowtowed: "no, no, I don't know a few words like this. How can I practice?"

"But your font is beautiful," Chen Qingxuan looked at those "Zhong" characters again, and then said to Meiya, "do you want to practice? Shall I teach you after that? "

Meiya is stunned. Looking at Chen Qingxuan's smiling face, another face emerges in her brain irresistibly

"Don't hold it too tightly. Don't be so stiff with your fingers. What's so tense? You're going to break the brush. "

"I haven't taken a pen before. You don't know. When I see this screwdriver, my legs and stomach turn. I'm not afraid of it. I'm afraid of it."

"What is there to be afraid of? It's just like embroidery needles. Practice makes perfect. Don't be afraid. I'll teach you how to write. "

"You see, I just don't have talent."

"When I first wrote, was it uglier than this? Sir, I was still in charge, didn't he? Think of it as an embroidery needle. "

"How can it be compared with embroidery needle? For the first time, I used embroidery needles. It's good. Good master, teach me again! "

"You don't pay for tuition. Master wants to teach you anywhere."

"Is that enough?"

"That's enough..."

……

That day, in the warm winter sun, she held the pen for the first time in her life. She was really nervous. Fortunately, Zhong Mingwei's hand was holding her hand all the time. That hand was really big and warm. She wrapped her whole hand in it. Then she was not nervous, and her hand was not shaking. Under the guidance of that hand, she left ink on the rice paper for the first time in her life Trace, also for the first time, in the rich fragrance of ink, kiss the dark.

……

"What's the matter?" Meiya is silent for a long time. Chen Qingxuan is worried and asks, "is it uncomfortable? Why is your face so red? Did you sleep last night without closing the window

In the second half of yesterday night, there was a sudden heavy rain, spring thunder and strong wind, which blew trees out to several trees.

"No, no, I'm fine," said Meiya, shaking her head in a hurry, as she hung her head to clean up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, while casually saying, "what would you like to eat at noon, Mr. Chen?"

"What? Just want to teach you to write, you remember to pay tuition for me Chen Qingxuan suddenly smiled.

Meiya's hand suddenly froze and paused. Then she hung the brush on the pen holder. When she looked up, there was no smile on her face. The red face just now was back to normal. She looked at Chen Qingxuan and said slowly, "Mr. Chen, I don't want to learn to write."

"What's the matter?" Chen Qingxuan was confused. "Why don't you want to write all of a sudden?"

"I already have a master who teaches writing. I don't want to find another master." Meiya said softly.

Chen Qingxuan was stunned, and then he leaned over and said in a small voice, "it's him?"

Meiya nodded and said nothing more. She took the book "hundred family names" and turned out of the room, leaving Chen Qingxuan alone to stare at the full page, big and small "Zhong".

……

It's a door mender and a window mender at home. After knocking and beating all day, he talked about Pang Yi. Even Gu Changlin was tired of listening. The old man didn't want to stay at home. He went down the mountain and wandered. Pang Yi wanted to go down the mountain. Since he sent Xiaoan back that night, he had never seen Xiaoan again. He really wanted to. But he looked at the Kang Zhong Mingwei, who can't afford to lie down, still hasn't gone anywhere. He is sitting in the outer hall honestly, listening to the clang outside, and his ears are going to grind out cocoons.

"Pang Yi." Pang Yi was in a daze in the outer hall when he heard the voice of Zhong Mingwei coming from the bedroom.

"Ah!" Pang Yi is so busy that he answers, and then pushes the door in. "You call me, sir?"

Zhong Mingwei sat up from the Kang. Those who didn't have a good meal and sleep for a few days were so haggard that pangyi didn't dare to see more. He was so busy that he made a cup of jasmine tea and handed his hands to Zhong Mingwei: "Sir, you should drink a cup of tea to moisten your throat first."

Zhong Mingwei is not thirsty at all, but he looks at the jasmine flowers in the cup. After all, he takes them and drinks them one by one. They are full of sores, but he can't wait for the tea to cool. So he drinks the whole cup of tea. After drinking the tea, he doesn't put the cup down, so tightly holds it in his hand. Then he follows Pang Yidao "Have all the house deeds been completed?"