For a long time, Ansu repeatedly wondered if this qiē would have changed if she hadn't gone to her mother that summer? She will still be admitted to the fifth middle school with Jingming, and she will know from the discussions of her classmates that there is such a person as Xiang Hui, and she will hear all kinds of rumors about him, but she will not have any intersection with him. In this way, although the trajectory of her life may not change much, at least one thing is definitely different. She won't be the elf who is still lonely surrounded by applause and flowers.

Ansu never visited her mother's new home until the summer vacation before she entered sixth grade, when she walked into her mother's new home for the first time. Mom's life in her new home was far from as good as she thought it would be. The stepfather's family has two children, a boy and a girl, both of whom are older than Ansu, so the burden of life in the stepfather's family is not light. In addition to getting up early and helping her stepfather take care of the snack bar, my mother also worked as a helper in the family compound of the nearby Justice Bureau. In fact, it is to clean the house of the director of justice, twice a week. During the winter and summer vacations, I had to cook lunch for the director's son. This is Ansu's mother's way of saving for her daughter's tuition.

Ansu stayed at her mother's new home for three days. Stepfather Ge Qingyuan was barely polite to her, and her sister Ge Yuhong was one year older than her, and because An Su studied a year earlier than her peers, the two were at the same level. It stands to reason that it is easy for two girls of the same age to play together, but although this sister did not explicitly say that she was not welcome, she was lukewarm and did not say a word. The only person who was kind to her was her brother Ge Yuqing, who was in high school.

Staying alone in a home that wasn't her own made Ansu feel uncomfortable, so she went with her mother when she went to the director's house to clean up.

At noon that day, An Su had lunch in advance and followed her mother to knock on the door of the director's house. The one who came to open the door was a boy about the same age as An Su, who was Xiang Hui, the son of Director Xiang. After Xiang Hui politely greeted Liu Hui, he ran back to the living room to continue playing the game, not realizing that there was someone behind him.

Liu Hui carried the dishes into the kitchen, and she had to make lunch for Xiang Hui first. Ansu sensibly wanted to help her mother. Liu Hui waved her hand, found a rag and handed it to her. When Liu Hui first came in, she saw that the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on a small table in the living room were already in a mess. It was Xiang Hui's masterpiece, and he always went to play games halfway through his calligraphy. She asked her daughter to clean up the mess of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table, and then wipe down the tables and chairs in the living room.

In order to calm down the active Xiang Hui, Director Xiang forced his son to learn calligraphy. It's just that Xiang Hui is not very interested, but he doesn't dare to disobey his father, so when his father is at home, he will pretend, and when his father is away, he won't look at it more. In order not to make her husband angry and to satisfy her son for a happy summer vacation, Zou Mingfang thought of a compromise and played the game as long as she practiced calligraphy.

Don't look at Xiang Hui's young age, but he is very trustworthy, and he will never say that he plays games and does not practice calligraphy. Although he was not interested in calligraphy, he did practice it quite seriously. No matter what you do, you are serious, this is Xiang Hui's advantage. His calligraphy is pretty good among his peers.

An Su walked to the table, reached out and picked up a piece of rice paper, and looked at it carefully. She didn't know calligraphy, so she just picked it up to see what it was different from what Jingming wrote.

Jingming Xi Lishu, Lishu pays attention to mellow and powerful, pursues horizontal streamlines and vertical straightness, dignified pen, soft pen, generous pen, skimming elegant.

Xiang Hui Xi Kaishu, and it is a willow body, pay attention to the balance of thin and hard, cut the iron potential, the dot painting is crisp and beautiful, the bone strength is strong, and the knot is tight.

These are two very different feelings. It is often said that "people look at words, words look at people", perhaps it is possible to see a person's character from the words written by a person. Ansu didn't see the character of the writer shown by these two fonts, but she liked Lishu, maybe just because she loved the house and Wu. She took the rice paper with the words "For the sake of sacrifice and ambition, dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky", and smiled intently. It's not that I laugh at the words written on it, nor that I laugh at the person who writes, but I think of the little monk sitting at the table and writing, and I just smile.

Xiang Hui, who was fighting in the game, accidentally saw a girl smiling with the words he wrote, and then he reacted, how could there be a stranger in the house out of thin air. He looked at An Su, dressed in a washed-out floral dress, with a doll head that reached her ears, and the bangs on her forehead were like a sea bowl cut upside down along the edge of her head, and her delicate facial features looked very cute, especially the crooked eyes when she smiled. It was the first time he had taken a serious look at a girl. For some reason, at that moment, he wanted to know what this girl was laughing at, not why it was in his house.

Xiang Hui stood up, walked towards An Su and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Ansu, who came back to her senses, saw that Xiang Hui was already standing in front of her, a young man who looked proud, and when she met his inquiring gaze, her face suddenly turned red inexplicably. She wanted to explain that she was Liu Hui's daughter, but as soon as she was embarrassed, she forgot all about it, and could only point to the kitchen in embarrassment

Xiang Hui looked in the direction of the kitchen, then looked at An Su, and understood that it was Liu Hui who brought it. "Who are you Aunt Hui?"

"I'm her daughter."

"Daughter? Nonsense, Aunt Hui has a daughter, I know. ”

Ansu didn't know how to explain to him, so she shouted anxiously: "Mom! ”

Liu Hui hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, still holding a stir-fry shovel in her hand. Seeing her daughter's red face, she looked at Xiang Hui suspiciously.

Xiang Hui looked at Liu Hui innocently, and then looked back and saw An Su's flushed face, and couldn't help but smile. But An Su didn't know what he was laughing at, and his face and neck were red with embarrassment, but he had to admit that this seemingly proud teenager actually looked good when he smiled.

Liu Huicai remembered that she suddenly brought more people here, and she didn't introduce anyone, so she quickly explained: "Xiang Hui, I forgot to introduce you, this is my daughter Ansu." Coming from the country, I brought her over to help. ”

Xiang Hui nodded, didn't say anything, turned around and returned to the game console, and muttered as he walked: "Ansu, Ansu." ”

Liu Hui returned to the kitchen to continue cooking, while An Su folded the messy pile of rice paper neatly.

It is often as simple as a simple thing to impress another person, a simple gesture, or a word, or even a smile. Let Xiang Hui never forget Ansu in this life, it starts with that smile. Xiang Hui, who returned to the game console, always remembered Ansu's smile just now, which made him uninterested in playing games again. Looking back at the girl who was cleaning up the table, I couldn't help but come to her again.

Ansu looked up at him, wondering why he turned back again.

Xiang Hui asked her, "Do you know calligraphy?" ”

Ansu shook her head.

Xiang Hui asked again: "Then do you know where this poem comes from?" ”

Ansu shook her head again.

Xiang Hui proudly told her: "This poem is from **'s "Back to Shaoshan". ”

Don't look at Xiang Hui's age, he knows a lot of poems, Tang poetry, Song poetry, ancient style poetry, and modern poetry at your fingertips. I don't necessarily fully understand the meaning, but I can recite it completely. This is also the capital that he can show off in front of his peers.

An Su didn't understand why Xiang Hui wanted to tell her this, but it had nothing to do with her. She was only responsible for packing up the things on the table. She nodded and continued to clean up.

When peers look at Xiang Hui's calligraphy or listen to his casual poems, they will always show him a look of admiration and admiration, but the girl in front of him has a disapproving attitude, which makes him unwilling, and he remembers her smile just now, and can't help but ask her what she was laughing at just now.

Ansu thought this person was strange, but he stopped what he was doing, and told him that he was just remembering a friend who was learning calligraphy. Thinking of Jingming, An Su showed the smile just now again.

Xiang Hui became interested when he heard this, "Oh? He also practiced willow body? ”

An Su didn't understand what willow body was, so he asked directly: "What is willow body?" ”

Xiang Hui proudly pointed to the words he had written.

An Su looked at the words on it and shook his head, "I don't know calligraphy, I only know that he is studying official calligraphy." ”

Xiang Hui sneered, "Lishu is a lazy human body." ”

An Su didn't understand what a lazy body was, but he didn't think it sounded very good, and couldn't help frowning.

Xiang Hui explained: "Lishu is too lazy to hook a pen, isn't it called lazy?" ”

An Su thought about it carefully, it was really as he said, but she just liked Lishu, and said it unreservedly: "Anyway, I just think Lishu is good-looking, I like it." ”

Xiang Hui, who has always been praised by others, suddenly felt unhappy when he heard it, "Do you think I don't write well?" ”

An Su shook his head, telling him the truth that he didn't understand, and then lowered his head and continued to sort it out carefully.

Xiang Hui was suddenly inexplicably annoyed in his heart, and pulled the rice paper in An Su's hand, "Don't touch my things!" ”

An Su looked at him inexplicably, he was fine a moment ago, but this person turned his face no matter what he said, thinking that he didn't know where he offended him. This man is really strange!