After laying two pieces of rice paper, Yu se picked up the pen.
The old lady's pen is naturally the best.
It's just that the ink has been ground for a long time, so she doesn't need to grind it any more.
As soon as Yu se picked up the pen, he said, "good pen.".
The Sheng brocade Mo Mou color that hasn't made a sound all the time is deep cold.
Inexplicable on some panic.
She originally wanted to see the metaphorical jokes, but now it seems that she can really write some good words.
Her eyes swept to Mo Jingmei.
Mo Jingmei receives her line of sight, loud cold hiss a way: "pretend."
Yu se doesn't care. If a dog bites her, she can't bite back. She's a human, not a dog.
Su Mu Xi is not happy, "if the color wench writes really well, that is you put on airs, you talk nonsense."
"Well, it's just writing. Even if you write well, it's nothing. No one can write any more." Mo Jing mei just no matter who Sumu river is, continue to accept metaphor color.
Yu se turns her head to look at Sumu river. The meaning in that eye is to make her feel at ease.
Su Muxi has been anxious heart, a pair of metaphorical eyes, relaxed down.
Anyway, for the sake of love, she just needs to believe in metaphor.
Yu Seke has never let her down.
For a moment, all the people in the hall focused on Yu se, some were curious, some were sniffing. But except Mo Jingyao, no one at the scene believed that Yu se could write any amazing works.
Yu se stood in front of the table steadily and dipped his pen into the thick ink. Then he gently dropped the pen in his hand.
But just before it fell on the paper, she suddenly picked it up again, looked at the old lady and said, "it seems that she has lost a pen."
People are puzzled, she has speed and rushed into the old lady's study, really took out a pen.
At this time, Mo Jingyao's eyes color has been stretched out, just looking at the metaphor color gently, no longer nervous.
Sheng Jinmo secretly looks at Mo Jingyao, and then at Yu se, but he still can't figure out what Yu se is going to write.
No matter how good the words are, they are just the words written by the old lady.
The old lady's character is unique.
There is no upper class in T city who does not know the good handwriting of the old lady.
Therefore, the four treasures of the old lady's study are very complete.
I think that metaphor is to please the old lady. I think that the old lady loves writing, so I also want to write for her.
But as for the ability of metaphor, it is estimated that she will give it to the old lady after she has finished writing. Even if the old lady won't throw it away face to face, she will tear it up and throw it into the garbage can later.
Such a young man is also a teacher in front of such a master as the old lady.
With this thought, Sheng Jinmo also relaxed.
After all, how picky and harsh the old lady is about words, she knows best when she used to come to Mohist school as a child.
However, at this time, she was a little confused.
Yu se just went to get another pen. At this moment, it's actually a sheep's hair pen in one hand, and it's still a model.
What is this for?
Do you draw?
What else would you do with a pen in your left hand?
But can this kind of character be drawn?
Can you read the words? Can you recognize what it is?
"Metaphor, do you want to write abstract characters?" The so-called "abstract" is to scribble, not to scribble.
When she finished this sentence, there was a roar of laughter around her.
It didn't stop until the old lady coughed.
However, they all looked at Yu se with a smile, and they didn't take her seriously.
Mo Jingyao glanced at Sheng Jinmo coldly. He thought that she had played more and turned herself into an actor.
It's more like this.
Now Sheng Jinmo let him down even more.
The scene was quiet because of the old lady's cough.
Just like Mo Jingyao playing the piano, the needle can be heard quiet.
It's all waiting.
Waiting for the metaphorical joke.
At this moment, Yu SE's hands fall down.
My pen is on the rice paper.
All of a sudden, the atmosphere did not dare to come out.
Then he saw the two pens in Yu SE's hand walking like flying, brushing on the two pieces of rice paper.
All of a sudden, one by one of the words with her pen in the hands of the movement and magic out.
No, it's not illusory, it's written on rice paper.
On the white rice paper, the ink words, word by word, are clear and beautiful.
Yes, the metaphorical words are very strong and beautiful.
But beautiful writing is not the main thing.And the most important thing is that it has shocked the people at the scene.
It's the first time they've seen such talent.
Even some people think that they can play the piano better than Mo Jingyao.
Yes, the skill of metaphor has shocked many people.
It's amazing.
It's beautiful.
It's shocking.
Sheng Jinmo was also surprised.
At first, she thought that the most important thing was that the words of metaphor were well written.
But I didn't expect that the metaphor is two hands at the same time, two pens respectively fell on the two rice paper placed side by side.
Then, two hands at the same time, two strokes at the same time, one left and one right to write four words each, is also a total of eight words.
The left hand is as blessed as the East China Sea, and the right hand is Shoubi Nanshan.
It's not very difficult to write the same words with two hands at the same time, but it's difficult to use metaphor. What she writes at the same time is different words.
Just write different words. She writes beautifully.
Yes, the handwriting is really beautiful.
Without waiting for Yu se to finish writing, the old lady stood up and let someone help her. She looked at the ink that Yu se had just written before it was dry. She couldn't help exclaiming, "good word."
Sheng Jinmo is on pins and needles now.
When she performed, the old lady just nodded her head casually, indicating that her performance was good.
But when it comes to Yu se, she not only gets up to see it in person, but also gives a high evaluation.
Because everyone here knows that the old lady knows how to write.
Therefore, the evaluation of people who understand Chinese characters is naturally the highest level.
So, she was completely defeated.
Once again lost to metaphor.
She looks at Luo Wanyi with an ugly face. The talent show is Luo Wanyi's proposal. At the moment, she even thinks whether Luo Wanyi intentionally let the metaphor shine in this way, and embarrasses her in this way.
But now, it's not the time to pursue these, she hasn't completely lost, she still has a back move.
Since all of you have come, how can you not prepare for the post recruitment.
That's not her style, either.
She won't give up easily.
"Grandma, Miss Yu's handwriting is excellent. It's very suitable for your birthday party. It should be mounted and hung in the hall." Sheng Jinmo stood up and boasted the metaphor.
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