"Yuan Ri" is a seven-word quatrain by the Northern Song Dynasty politician Wang Anshi, describing the lively scene of the renewal of Vientiane on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Shen Zhining watched Song Xing calm down, calm and relaxed on the rice paper, and looked like a god in his pen.

"The sound of firecrackers in the year old except,

The spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

Thousands of households,

Always replace the new peach with the old charm. ”

Song Xing was concentrating on writing, and he didn't even notice that the door creaked at this time, and it was Shen Yao who walked in.

Shen Yao saw the smile on his father Shen Zhining's face, blooming like the sound of firecrackers outside the small courtyard. I also saw that Song Xing's calligraphy was open and vigorous, and the strokes were strong and healthy, and I was amazed.

Song Xing's handwriting is so good?

Shen Zhining only cared about reading the poems, and forgot the original intention of letting Song Xing write.

"This poem is good, Wang Anshi wrote this poem just when he paid homage to the prime minister, the Song Dynasty was in crisis, Wang Anshi wrote a book to advocate changing the law, this poem, although it is to write the details of the people's life in the New Year, it shows Wang Anshi's spirit of hard work, and the sun shines on thousands of households...... You happen to be called Song Xing again, it seems that you are not satisfied with the glimmer of the stars, but you are going to be looked up to by everyone like the sun. ”

The last word was written, and Song Xing gently put down the pen.

Professor Shen praised it falsely, but he just thought that this poem was easy to memorize. ”

Although it was not the first time that his father and brother had been watched and writing, Song Xing still felt his face hot.

"It's just that children are writing and playing, and it's not as big as the play in your study. ”

Shen Zhining followed Song Xing's gaze and looked up, only then did he remember his original intention of letting Song Xing write—didn't he want to identify whether his daughter's handwriting was related to hers?

As soon as he looked up, he saw Shen Yao holding his forehead.

Father also said yesterday that Song Xing is definitely not Shen Qiao, which means that he dares to think about such an outrageous thing, and he will try his best to test Song Xing today.

After thinking about it, I felt that ginger was still old and spicy.

A person's appearance can be changed, the name can be changed, the personality and habits can be changed, and the font is difficult to change.

Shen Yao looked at Song Xing's words carefully, and his brows furrowed tightly:

"This font ...... It doesn't look like a girl at all. ”

Shen Zhining beside him was also confused.

Song Xing's font strokes are tight and high, not sticking to the traditional layout rules, each stroke is very upright and serious, with the charm of Wei Bei, and some of the atmosphere of Su style, but no matter how you look at it, it is completely different from the face on the roof of his study.

Not to mention Shen Zhining, who has some research on calligraphy, even Shen Yao, who is a complete layman, can also distinguish the handwriting of two people with the naked eye.

Song Xing looked at his father and brother ignorantly.

"Professor Shen, Brother Shen Yao, is there any problem, did I make a typo?"

Shen Zhining hurriedly shook his head:

"No, no, I just think you're a word...... It's so well written. ”

Song Xing smiled:

"We taught in the second class of Yanzhou No. 1 Middle School, and many students applied for calligraphy classes in the second year of high school. ”

Shen Zhining nodded with some disappointment, and heard his wife shouting Song Xing outside the door.

"Xiaoxing, Auntie steamed rice cakes for you to eat, eat them while they are hot. ”

Song Xing whispered a smile at Shen Yao:

"Rice cakes to eat? Oh, that's great, my favorite is the Jiangmi bean paste filling. ”

Song Xing happily pushed the door and left, and as soon as he closed the door, Shen Zhining sat down on the stool in a gloomy manner.

Shen Yao walked to his father's side:

"Even you can't see any similarities between Song Xing's handwriting and his sister?"

Shen Zhining nodded with his eyes closed, pointed to Song Xing's calligraphy and said:

"Look at this Japanese character, the strokes are heavy, but it is not the physique of the face, but the people who often come to the Wei monument will write such a multi-faceted style, which is also in line with Song Ning's open-minded and helpful character. The structure is skewed, probably because she first learned Su style, so there is some little woman's charm in the font, which is also normal. But no matter how you look at it, it bears no resemblance to the face body your sister is learning. ”

Shen Yao nodded, and said with disappointment:

She heard that there were rice cakes to eat just now, and what blurted out was the taste of Jiang rice bean paste, but in fact, her sister loved to eat yellow rice date cakes...... Father, I think I miss Qiao Qiao too much, so the more I look at Song Xing, the more I look like it. ”

Shen Zhining looked at the four big words "The play is bigger than the sky" above his head, and the old tears were rampant.

"When I was young, I really felt that the play was bigger than the sky, and I couldn't go home for a few days in order to rehearse a play, and when I got old, I realized that only family members are the most important thing in this world. A father can't accompany his children to grow up healthily, and he has a body full of honors and titles, but he is just something outside his body. ”

Song Xing's brisk pace became heavy as soon as she walked out of the Shen family's study, and the ease on her face gradually disappeared, replaced by a solemn face.

My father and brother had begun to doubt themselves.

Otherwise, he would not have introduced the topic to calligraphy for no reason, and Shen Yao would not have a clear face after entering the house, looking at the expressions of the two, there should be no discussion about testing himself together, but Shen Yao did not speak much after entering the room, indicating that he was suspicious of himself earlier.

Although it was a cold day, although the sweater on his body was very thick, he still wrote a cold sweat in just four lines and seven words.

She still remembers her father's heart attack at her funeral when she returned from rebirth.

She knew that no matter how unbelievable the setting was, it would have its own order, and maybe the order of rebirth was not to let anyone know that she was Shen Qiao in her previous life, otherwise she would wipe out all those who knew about it.

So after this insider dies, will he be cleaned up......

Shen Qiao didn't want to use this secret to harm people, and first of all, he must not let anyone know this secret.

After eating the rice cakes, Shen Zhining gave Shen Yao and Song Xing New Year's money, although Song Xing wanted to stay in the Shen family's courtyard for a while, but this quiet courtyard was full of crises in her eyes.

It seems that there are cameras everywhere, and every action has to use acting skills to hide identity.

After lunch, Song Xing used the excuse that he would return to Yanguidao Film and Television Base tomorrow to film, so he had to go back to Brown Sugar Hutong to prepare.

Song Yuanqing was a little disappointed, he asked Shen Zhining to play chess early in the morning, Song Xing didn't want to spoil the interest of the two fathers, and said that he could just drive back, of course Du Zheng didn't agree, so Shen Yao volunteered to drive Song Xing back to Brown Sugar Hutong.

Song Xing was afraid that some of the arrangements in the courtyard would make Shen Yao think of something again, so he pushed it for a long time and said no, but Shen Yao opened the door of the nanny's car.

Du Zheng has already loaded the nanny car full of return gifts.

There are dried Arowana fish that she pickled and dried in the sun, as well as pillows filled with magnolia petals and cassia seeds that she saved for a spring, as well as mattresses that she sewed by hand.

Song Xing touched the food and supplies that his mother had also made for him in his previous life, and used all his emotional control to almost cry. I want to talk about "The Shadow Queen of the First World War under Rebirth" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~