It turned out that the last time the fight, Hua Jin didn't want to come out, she has always been able to avoid this kind of thing, when she was in Suzhou before, how many times will there be a year, if you want to be famous, participate a few more times, and come up with a classic name, her reputation has long been greater, but she has no pursuit of this, this is meaningless, what she prefers is to make a fortune in a muffled voice, the wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, she has no interest in being a target. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ning Hao knew her thoughts, so she stood up on her own at that time, in fact, Ning Hao is also a low-key person, for so many years, although he is a disciple of Wang Ming, whether it is poetry or articles, he has never been exposed outside, it can be seen that he does not want these reputations, but knowing that Hua Jin does not want to, he will replace Hua Jinshang, very simple thinking.

But some people don't like Hua Jin, she is low-key, and she actually provokes her, although she slapped her face happily, but she was not very happy to come back, she was afraid of being struck by lightning, so she announced that she should not be so high-profile anymore, and sure enough, from then to now, Hua Jin will not write like that.

Of course, there will still be practice every day, this can not be neglected, once you don't practice, it will be over immediately, one day without practicing yourself knows, two days without practicing the teacher knows, three days without practice that the whole world knows, Hua Jin likes calligraphy, but also likes to write, so every day will insist on practicing words.

Yang Kuan was originally very yearning for Hua Jin's words, to be honest, Hua Jin said that he was also able to write well, or modest, her words can be said to be self-contained, others want to learn can not learn, and there is a practice in the previous life, this life in the space is a lot more practice time, not as good as the big calligrapher, but it is already very good.

Now I heard Xu Shen say that Hua Jin generally doesn't write like this now, and he yearns for it, and hurried to the yard.

"Auntie, when the slave maid came back from the kitchen just now, she saw the eldest young master hurrying to the courtyard of the eldest lady, could something have happened?" said a mother-in-law in front of a woman.

"What can it be, can it be that the dead girl is dead?" Forget it, let people go over and investigate!" After the woman finished speaking harshly, she ordered a little girl who didn't bother to go over and investigate.

"Haha, Xiaoliu, I thought you wouldn't know when you would write next time, but I didn't expect to suddenly be interested!" That's right, Hua Jin is so willful, there are too few times to write well, it still depends on her mood, and she often writes casually on weekdays.

"Why is Senior Brother here?" Hua Jin was a little surprised when he saw Xu Shen, and then glanced at Yang Hui.

Yang Hui stepped forward and explained, "Uncle Shi is not strange, my brother liked Uncle Shi's words very much before, if Hui'er didn't tell him this time, he would be angry with Hui'er." "Poor bastard.

Hua Jin could only sigh, what kind of life is she, no matter how big the writing is, is it going to be a ritual?

"Okay, since you're here, let's help in a while!" Hua Jin also made the best use of everything.

Xu Shen nodded, and then said to Yang Kuan, "You and Uncle Shi will hold the paper together for a while, let's keep the same pace and watch the rhythm of your sixth uncle!" This is not easy, if it weren't for Hua Yu taking people to the street to play, Yang Kuan wouldn't be needed.

"Senior brother, let's come!" Before Yang Kuan could agree, he heard Hua Yu's voice, and he was all here.

Hua Jin was already numb, "I want to say, I'm not in the mood to create now, what will happen to you?"

Xu Shen's black line, "Xiaoliu, you have been preparing for so long, do you dare to pick a child?" Moreover, you don't want to think about it, how long has it been since you have written seriously, don't regress when the time comes!" Xu Shen is also really worried about Hua Jin's character regression, it would be a pity.

Hua Jin glanced at Xu Shen, shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Hui'er, sharpen ink for Uncle Shi, move quickly!" On the other hand, it is to stabilize his mind, as Xu Shen said, such focused writing has been a long time ago, and it can't always be like that, and it still needs such practice.

Suddenly, Hua Jin's temperament was more calm and introverted, the big desk and paper were placed on the table, Hua Cheng and Xu Shen grabbed one side, Yang Kuan observed on the side, it was the first time he had seen such a big battle for writing!

Hua Jin stood in front of the table, glanced at Xu Shen and Ning Hao on one side, the three of them nodded tacitly, Hua Jin smiled slightly, picked up the wide sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and calmed down, the black ink characters on the snow-white rice paper were dancing with dragons and phoenixes, and Hua Jin, who was usually lazy, was very focused at this time, and everything around him was gone.

Yang Kuan had already attracted all the attention at this time, and Yang Hui was also surprised, but he knew that his work was very important, so he continued to sharpen the ink, fortunately, he had prepared at the beginning, and the small courtyard was quiet, and I don't know when, another group of people came over.

It was Yang He who was the leader, and when the staff behind him saw this scene, he opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by a hand full of small wounds and frost, and the voice of the person who came was hoarse as if he was in pain, "Don't disturb her!"

Yang He glanced at the young man's tired face, and then asked his staff to shut up and look intently at Hua Jin who was writing, Yang He had to admit that even though the usual Hua Jin was already full of beauty, Hua Jin at this time was completely different and awe-inspiring.

Hua Cheng and Xu Shen cooperated tacitly, focusing on Hua Jin's writing, as long as Hua Jin was dipped in ink, they pulled a part of the paper over, and then let Hua Jin continue to write, as if art was as pious and serious.

“…… I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees. After the last few words were written, Hua Jin threw away the brush casually, took out a seal from the cuff, and the blood-red cinnabar mark was printed at the end.

The young man who had just started to stop the staff from disturbing Hua Jin, when she saw the seal used by Hua Jin, a smile appeared on her tired face, it seemed that she liked this birthday gift!

Writing all his life, Hua Jin likes a lot of poems, naturally they are classics, the poetry fairy Li Bai naturally does not need to say, Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is her favorite, when she was in middle school, she has memorized the whole article, and later when she practiced words, she often wrote, and when she practiced words in the space before, she didn't know how many times she had written, this time, she didn't even think about it, so she wrote this.

Put away the square seal, picked up the white jade folding fan on the side of the table, opened it gently, looked up, and saw the familiar figure, Danfeng's eyes raised a warm smile, "You're here?"

All the way to the fast horse, all the way hanging, worried heart, when I saw this little woman who had already occupied his entire soul, they were all relieved, even if he had lost the whole world, but at least, she was still there, standing here well, smiling indifferently and saying to him, 'You're here!'

Yes, he came back, lost the whole world, every day in the future, only the place where this little woman is his home, step by step in front of Hua Jin, Hua Jin smiled faintly, reached out to touch his tired eyebrows, this person, come here so quickly, it's hard!