"So, you told me for a long time, and you used me as a trash can?" Mu Qiuniang remembered a word that Jiang Nuo had said to her, and asked with a faint expression. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Song Weiming smiled embarrassedly: "I really don't mean this, in fact, I wanted to ask Sister-in-law Jiang for something, and as soon as I started talking, I forgot about it." ”

"What's that?"

"I don't know what to call it, but it's for fetal protection anyway. My wife is pregnant now, the time is still relatively short, and the matter of Tianhe has not been dealt with yet, I am afraid that he will take action on my wife, so I want to ask you for something to protect the fetus. ”

"Congratulations!" Hearing that it was a child, Mu Qiuniang's eyes softened, and asked him to wait a while, so he took out a piece of warm jade the size of a pigeon's egg, a set of carving knives, and a red rope from the space ring from his carry-on bag.

Holding the jade in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, he moved quickly.

Song Weiming only felt that his fingers were flying in front of him, and there was an afterimage. A fat doll lying in the soft satin appeared on the warm jade at a speed visible to the naked eye, chubby, pink and tender, lotus root-like limbs, pearl-like fingers and toes, it is simply the Fuwa on the New Year's painting, very cute.

Song Weiming liked it at a glance.

In a place that Song Weiming couldn't see, on Mu Qiuniang's fingertips, white rays of light were wrapped around Fuwa, rounding its corners and lighting up its luster, as if shrouded in moonlight, there was a kind of tranquility that made people's hearts feel soft.

When Mu Qiuniang put on the red thread and handed it to him, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful!"

"For your daughter!"

"How do you know I'm a daughter?!" Song Weiming was a little surprised, he just said that he had children, but he didn't say boys or girls. Moreover, even he himself did not know that it was a boy or a girl.

Mu Qiuniang glanced at him lightly: "Bloom first, then bear fruit!"

"It's really a daughter? It's so good, my wife told me yesterday that it would be nice if my husband had a daughter, she likes girls the most." Song Weiming laughed happily, "Sister-in-law Jiang, I know your ability, what you say must be true." When I go back in a while, I'll tell my wife the good news, and she'll be happy to death. ”

Mu Qiuniang saw that he was so happy, but she still couldn't help it, and reminded him to do more good deeds, so that the future would be good for him, his wife, and children.

Song Weiming listened, and his face was solemn: "Sister-in-law Jiang, don't worry, I will definitely do more good deeds in the future, no matter what it is, even for the peace of my heart, I must do it." ”

"It's good that you understand. ”

Song Weiming was actually quite embarrassed that he had delayed Mu Qiuniang for so long. Originally, I could only talk about a few words, but I ended up chatting for so long.

It was still Mu Mingming who reminded Mu Qiuniang that the time for her appointment with someone was about to come, so she ended this conversation.

"I'm sorry, Sister-in-law Jiang, I've delayed you so much. ”

Mu Qiuniang shook her head: "This can only be said to be the fate between us, if we meet, we must always help." ”

"Sister-in-law Jiang, you are a good person!"

In fact, the place where Mu Qiuniang and Xu Jing made an appointment was not very far, and it took about ten minutes to walk over, which was originally enough time.

But when I went down to the teahouse, I met two fans, signed autographs, took a group photo, and delayed some time again, so I felt a little unhurried.

Mu Mingming immediately admitted his mistake and said that next time he would definitely take this unexpected time into consideration.

"It's fine!"

Mu Qiuniang directly used a spell, one person disturbed everyone's vision and memory, making everyone feel that they were slowly walking out, no different from everyone, and the other was "time and space travel technique", directly through the space, to the agreed place.

Mu Mingming only felt that for a moment, the scene in front of him changed, and it directly became the gate of a studio.

Runguxuan, flowers and plants, lush trees.

At the entrance is a small garden, specially created a small rockery and water feature, flowers, two cranes dancing, the bowl lotus in the pond opens, and there are two red carp.

After entering, there is a wall shadow, carved with a sword light and sword shadow, very domineering.

"Qiu Niang, are you finally here?"

As soon as she entered the door, Xu Jing walked towards her briskly like a flower shadow.

"Am I late?"

"No! it's not too late, it's just right. Come in, let me introduce you, this is my teacher Jiao Yuen, the president of the Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association......"

An old man with a white beard was touching his beard, smiling kindly at the two of them.

"Teacher Jiao, hello!" Mu Qiuniang said.

Jiao Yuen nodded lightly, seeing that the woman in front of him was calm, confident and graceful, obviously from everyone, and couldn't help but admire in his heart.

No wonder as soon as Xu Jing came to him, she said that she wanted to recommend a real folk calligrapher, so that he could really see the power of the people, and praised this woman!

Even he, a person who is accustomed to seeing wind and rain, couldn't help but be moved by her bearing when he saw her.

"Teacher, this is the particularly powerful female calligrapher Mu Qiuniang I told you, the calligraphy you are looking at now is written by her. ”

"Today's young people are amazing, they can write such good words at a young age, and we are all old. Jiao Yuen smiled, "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach, this sentence is too good, it is simply a true portrayal of us." ”

Xu Jing said with a smile: "Teacher, you were still saying a few days ago that young people nowadays are impetuous, and there are few who can write well, for fear that there will be no successor." Now that I see Qiu Niang, I know what a real master is in the people, right?"

"Didn't I see her words?" Jiao Yuen sincerely praised the good handwriting of the pair of characters sent by Xu Jing, "With dot painting as the emotion, it turns into form, and the grass obediently turns into words...... Qiu Niang, Xiaojing refuses to give me that pair of words, you can write me a few more words!"

In fact, he also wanted to verify with his own eyes that the woman in front of him, who was similar to Xu Jing, was really able to write everyone's works that amazed him.

"Okay!" Mu Qiuniang nodded calmly, walked to Jiao Yuen's commonly used bookcase, picked up a brush and wrote.

Cursive is full of romantic color, and the layout changes greatly, indulge in the bold and free, wander between the rules, crazy but not chaotic, different cursive can show different momentum, such as flowing clouds, dry vines, flying sand and stones......

It is a kind of spiritual outpouring, resulting from the excitement, without deliberate layout, but natural interest, everywhere just right, the pen and the line imply a dialectical relationship......

Therefore, the real cursive master in history is commendable, so that future generations admire and worship, but also let the later generations learn and are at a loss, daunting, as if standing in front of people is a high mountain of cursive writing.