Zhong Yue found that every time she came over, she sat in the sun and didn't draw the curtains.

If you bask in the sun in the cold winter to keep warm, you can still understand that the problem is June now, even if the air conditioner is turned on indoors, isn't it hot to sit in the sun like this?

He took the beaker and added some water to the ink dish. Xiao Hao was slightly infiltrated, Wen Zhengming from beginning to end, there was no copy of his own book for Zhong Yue, or the "Lingfei Sutra", Zhong Yue could only copy this rubbing version of the "Lingfei Sutra".

Forty-three lines, now Zhong Yue can basically write coherently, without looking at the slightest stroke of writing, this is practice makes perfect. While paying attention to calligraphy, diligent practice cannot be saved. Calligraphy everyone, can not be achieved overnight, are in the waste of writing a lot of pens, practice full of calluses, can be improved.

In one go, Xiaokai pays attention to penmanship at the same time, and the chapter is also exquisite. If a column of words is placed in the center with a line, then the center of each word should be on this line, not staggering. For beginners, there will be auxiliary lines on the paper used, but Wen Zhengming strictly requires Zhong Yue not to use this kind of auxiliary paper, that is, on ordinary white rice paper, there is such a line in his heart, and every word is placed on this middle line in his heart.

Zhong Yue put down the pen and listened to the sound of the piano in his ears, feeling a little irritable.

It stands to reason that with the penmanship system, his progress has been considered fast, but the poor charm of the small Kai written is not a point or two, but a big section.

Xiaokai doesn't learn Wen Zhengming, is it because he has set too high requirements for himself? Wen's Xiaokai is not easy to write, and he writes gently and exquisitely, and there are even fewer of them. Now what Zhong Yue pursues is no longer the so-called good-looking and ugly words, this is just a superficial evaluation of ordinary people for calligraphers.

If he is a contented person, Zhong Yue feels that now, with a lacquer book, although in this era of calligraphy and loneliness, most ordinary people do not think that such a font is beautiful, but as a Chinese art, art masters who are not recognized by most people abound.

If you can endure it, you will be outstanding, and if you can't stand it, you will be out.

This is art, perhaps in the same era, Xiaokai wrote exquisitely, not only Wen Zhengming, but now known to the world, talking about the first person in Mingkai, it is none other than Wen Zhengming, this is the choice of history.

When you're upset, it's better not to write. Xiaokai is not like a lacquer book, it needs to be integrated with joy, anger and sorrow, it is more like a delicate work of art, what needs to be done, is that no matter from which angle, it is perfect. If the lacquer book pays attention to the meaning, then the small Kai focuses on the penman structure, as long as the stroke is bad, the word will collapse, a word will collapse, and the whole work will be defective.

Zhong Yue washed the pen, the pen had been destroyed to the point that it could no longer be used, and another pen was scrapped.

It's a bit early to stop today, but he's not in the mood to practice anymore.

Guangling San, this may be the most famous guqin song.

Zhong Yue poured the water from the beaker, picked up his schoolbag, and prepared to go back to school.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"Wait a minute. ”

Zhong Yue turned his head, "Something?"

These days, apart from the initial discussion of tap water or soft water ink, there has been no communication since then, and Zhong Yue is also very curious about what this person wants to do.

"Come here. ”

Zhong Yue frowned, what does this imply......? He still walked over, anyway, he didn't suffer, "Under the big sun, you sit like this all the time, it's not hot?" He looked at the woman's fair face, and was a little surprised, even if he turned on the air conditioner, he was so basking in the sun all the time, and there was not a trace of ruddy blood?

Could it really be a ghost......

"Grandpa said that I am the Nine Yin Cold Body. Originally, I didn't turn on the air conditioner, the summer solstice is the most comfortable day for me, you turn on the air conditioner, I can only sit in the sun, otherwise I will freeze to death. ”

"......" Zhong Yue hesitated for a moment, but still said bluntly, "I think you and your grandfather should both go to the doctor." ”

Nima, what era is this, I'm afraid of cold in the summer, this is obviously sick, and there is a snake spirit sick grandfather, who actually said that it is the Nine Yin Cold Body, this is especially because the immortals have cultivated too much, and the brain is confused.

The woman didn't get angry, she seemed to be used to hearing such advice, and just said lightly: "After so many days, you have used my distilled water in vain, should you give something in return?"

Well, this guy should go with his grandfather to the psychiatric department. I didn't use the water in the beaker before, I played some harsh and poisonous piano sounds, but now I use it, and I actually want to reciprocate, the woman's routine is really deep enough......

"What do you want?"

The woman took out a thick brocade silk from under the guqin.

"Help me write, I'm illiterate. ”

Zhong Yue heard the biggest joke of this century. Please, this is not a poor ravine that is so remote that it is not a dime, this is Huizhou, even if you are poor, there is a nine-year compulsory education, and now you tell me that you are illiterate?

"You didn't go to school?"

The woman looked up at Zhong Yue, "When I read the words, my head hurts." ”

Well, that's a good reason not to study.

Zhong Yue opened the brocade silk, which was actually a greeting card, but this greeting card was more luxurious.

"What to write?" he pulled out the curtain and dipped it in the unwashed ink disc.

The woman pursed her lips lightly, "I wish my grandfather a long life than Nanshan, and my granddaughter Huang Youwei respects you." For fear that Zhong Yue would make a mistake, he specially added a sentence, "Young young, picking Weiwei, this sentence doesn't need to be written." ”

After the woman finished speaking, Zhong Yue also finished writing. Such a greeting card is not very demanding, for Zhong Yue, this small hand should be quite handy.

"Do you think that's okay?"

Huang Youwei said expressionlessly: "I can't read the words." ”

Zhong Yue glanced at Huang Youwei, who had a serious face, and stretched out his hand to signal, "Hello, my name is Zhong Yue." ”

The woman hesitated for a moment, but finally stretched out her hand, just touching Zhong Yue's fingertips, "Hello, my name is Huang Youwei." ”

Zhong Yue's fingers trembled, so cold?

Is this really a living person?

"I have to go, I don't know why your body temperature is so low, as for you to say that you have a headache when you read the words, it may be dyslexia, I suggest you go to the hospital to have a look. ”

"Oh...... Look bad. The woman carefully put the card away.

Zhong Yue rolled the pen into the pen curtain, put on his schoolbag, and turned off the air conditioner when he went out.

Seeing Huang Youwei sitting in the sun, Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, well, it shouldn't be a ghost, ghosts are afraid of the sun......