Hou Fu looked at Pei Min with a thoughtful look, thinking about the scene of the conversation between the two just now, and he actually felt a little unbearable in his heart.

This girl is not an uneducated person, and her literary literacy is even a few points higher than herself. Such a temperament, such a conversation, non-generation poetry books cannot be cultivated. From just a few rounds of competition, you can see her talent.

Moreover, calligraphy has its own conclusion. The structure of cursive writing is simple and provincial, and the penmanship is continuous. Some people think that it has unrestrained brushwork and continuous blood. Some people think that it is just a nonsense, and the person who writes sometimes forgets what he is writing. She shook her head and estimated that she had seen better, so she felt that she couldn't write well, such a young age has such a deep attainment, it can be seen that there must be everyone among uncles and nephews, and it is understandable to think about it.

Hou Fu pondered for a moment and said, "It's getting late, and it's been a while since the competition. My wife is still waiting for me to buy vegetables and cook, so let's stop here! ”

As soon as this statement came out, personal reflections were different.

The old professors who were watching knew in their hearts that Hou Lao intended to let it go this time, and they didn't care about Pei Min's shaking of his head, and secretly sighed in his heart that this little girl looked young, but she had her own article in her belly, no wonder Hou Fu's heart and eyes were not as small as before after this competition.

The photographer was in a dilemma, if he wanted to compare, he would continue to compare, otherwise how to cut it in the later editing.

This kind of difficult game is rare in life, and it is rare even in TV series. Moreover, at this juncture now, even if Pei Min admits defeat, no one will think that she can't do it, after all, this Hou Lao has written a lot of poems, and when they are put together, at least one stack will be needed. If you really want to talk about it, it is still Pei Min who wins beautifully.

Pei Min didn't react when she heard this, her eyes looked at the paper that Hou Lao put on the table, and the hand behind her back slashed a few times, her face was still calm and self-controlled, as if Hou Lao's words could not be regarded as a holy decree of grace to her.

"Minmin, I think this uncle has said a lot. Or would you listen? Wu Qiang persuaded beside him.

Shu Nan also echoed, "Yes, yes." ”

Zheng Bing remembered the conversation of the crowd just now, and hurriedly said, "Professor Hou, you are good at writing, and you are good at people, thank you." ”

Hou Fu saw everyone's reaction, touched his beard happily, looked at Pei Min, who frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "Girl, what do you think?" ”

"Of course not!"

"I understand the kindness of Hou Lao..."

Zhang Jing and Pei Min glanced at each other, then hurriedly looked away and looked at Hou Fu, "Old man, you also heard it, it was she herself who said that she had good intentions, that is, she didn't want you to let you." ”

"Zhang Jing, people ask Minmin, do they ask you? Why can't you answer in a hurry?! Don't think I can't see your little thoughts, you're not the only smart person in the world! Wu Qiang said indignantly.

The photographer listened to Wu Qiang's angry words and Zhang Jing's blue face, and lowered their heads one after another, making it look like they were busy shooting.

Zhang Jing was choked up, "Then I said it with Pei Min, even if I don't say it, she also means this." ”

Wu Qiang rolled her eyes at Zhang Jing, snorted, and ignored it.

"Do you know it? Planning to write? Hou Fu asked.

Pei Min chuckled, and his peach blossom eyes bent, as if there was light flickering in his eyes, "Well, I'll write." ”

"Oh? I'll polish your ink. The white-eyed man said.

"It's Fu Lao!"

"Fu Lao actually grinds ink for juniors, what a face."

"This little girl just used a lot of Wang Wei's cold poems. Fu Lao Fan Wang Weidu has been for decades, and he loves the house and Wu. ”

"Oh, that's what happened."

Pei Min listened to everyone's gossip and discussion, and didn't care, just picked up the pen, moistened the ink, raised his eyebrows and smiled at Zhang Jing, and lowered his head to write on the paper.

This smile is confident and a little bantering, Zhang Jing looked at Pei Min's smile, and inexplicably felt that her heart was tight, and she always felt that things seemed to be beyond her expectations.

"It's a float, isn't that your word?!" After Pei Min stopped writing, there was an exclamation from the crowd of onlookers.

Hou Fu stared at the words, as if he hadn't heard anyone else's words. His eyes widened, as if he wanted to see a flower.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was written by his own hand. The font is square, long, and size all the same, and the height and inclination of the lines can't be picked out.

Everyone couldn't help but get closer and compare carefully, and the photographer was almost squeezed out. Although the content is different, the handwriting is indeed as if Hou Fu wrote it himself.

Zhang Jing looked incredulous, looked at Pei Min, and then looked at the words, and in a hurry, blurted out, "She cheats, cheats, this is impossible." How can it be exactly the same, how is it possible?! ”

yes, how is that possible?

The ancients said: "It is easy to lose the position of the ancients, but it is more than the pen of the ancients; It is easy to get the position of the ancients, but it is easy to lose the pen meaning of the ancients. "Copying and copying, we must first copy and then copy, and combine copying. How could it be possible to write in such a short period of time without decades of hard work. Hou Fu and Pei Min have never known each other before, to say that Pei Min has seen Hou Fu write a few words, and he can imitate his handwriting exactly as it is, it is like a fantasy.

"You..." Fu Lao said with a trill, "Can you come out of me?" ”

Pei Min took a closer look, "It's not difficult." ”

Fu Lao took a deep breath, handed the pen to Pei Min, and motioned for her to write it down.

"Coming back and retreating. Good word! Good word! Which family did you study with? Fu Lao stared at the words for a while, and asked with interest.

"The teacher has passed away."

Fu Lao sighed a few times, "This ability, your teacher has a good student." After speaking, he held the paper and looked at it carefully, as if he had found some treasure.

Seeing this, Pei Min couldn't help but hook his lips and smile. Instantaneous copying, others can't, but she can.

Huang Yan, also known as Huang Jingzhi. He is Pei Min's father's mentor, Pei Min's master, and a master of calligraphy and painting.

The reason why his father committed suicide by jumping into the water was that he lost, losing in the most proud calligraphy and painting in his life. When everyone said that the painting was fake, my father was stunned. After being stunned, he desperately doubted himself, and even because he felt unworthy, he took off the jade pendant given by his teacher, threw it in the clear water, and went to the canal himself.

Later, Pei Min learned the truth and returned to Beijing again. He stayed in Beijing for five years, apprenticed to Huang Yan, and spent his days in Huang Yan's study. Study and copy day and night, never stop in the cold and summer, and practice excellent real skills. Any handwriting can be imitated with just a few glances. Uncle Shu's family was ruined in the end, and Pei Min's handwritten report letter forged by Pei Min took a big credit.

Zhang Jing looked at Fu Lao and Hou Lao both looked at Pei Min's words with a serious face, and was a little unrelenting, "Those who imitate others often don't write well themselves." ”

Hou Lao glanced at her, full of sarcasm, and didn't even say anything, as if he had defiled himself with a word. Fu Lao even pretended not to hear it, and refused to even look at Zhang Jing for a while.

"This girl is so capable, but the people who travel with her are not good."

"You're still looking, and peers don't mean they're friends. The one who can take a fancy to her? ”

"Also, it's not a mind. The quality of the actors is still too uneven. ”

Zhang Jing listened to the whispered discussion of the people around her, her face was sometimes red and sometimes white, and if there was a crack in the ground, she was almost going to get into it. Pei Min, all of them are Pei Min, and they will pretend that they can't make a fool of themselves. Why didn't she tell herself earlier that she was really talented?!

If Pei Min hears Zhang Jing's heart, I'm afraid she will also feel wronged, you provoke trouble and set people up, but you lose face and lose people, and you want to blame others, how big is your face?

In the evening, the clouds hung low in the sky. The recording was over, Pei Min and his party walked back, Zheng Bing followed behind Pei Min, looking down at Pei Min's back stretched by the sunset, feeling a little confused, but he didn't know where the confusion came from.

Minmin, it's changed a lot, but she's clearly still the same person! With a cold face in front of outsiders, holding his head high, and unconsciously blinking his left eye when he gets good grades, he is afraid of heat, he is afraid of contact with people, and he doesn't like to be too close to the opposite sex. What went wrong? Is it because I don't know her well enough now?・・Since Min Min is ice, then I will turn into fire and try to talk to Min Min!

Zheng Bing made up his mind, raised his head, looked at Pei Min's straight waist, quickened his pace, walked to Pei Min's side, and asked softly, "Minmin, which shirt character, is it particularly difficult?" ”

"Compassion for me nine columns, I have compassion, but I only dream of the night."

Zheng Bing opened his mouth wide, "You know? ”

"Well, I know. This is from "Hanshu Wei Xuancheng Biography", the original sentence is 'Ming Ming's son, Jun De Lielie, do not obey my legacy, compassion for me nine columns.'" Anyway, if that Hou Lao also dismantled the I Ching, it would be okay for me to dismantle it like this. ”

"So, you?" Zheng Bing was a little puzzled.

Pei Min pointed to the photographer walking in front of him, smiling without saying a word.

"Is it true that you keep winning, and when the time comes, it doesn't work well? It's not right... Is it because you want to see Zhang Jing continue to make a fool of herself? But I've already seen it..." Zheng Bing thought a lot, Pei Min still smiled, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became thicker and thicker.

"Minmin, you just sue me~~ Okay? If I say it, I'll break the oath I made at the time and learn how to bark! As soon as Zheng Bing's words came out, she was already speechless, and hurriedly covered her mouth and raised her eyes to see Pei Min's reflection.

Pei Min didn't seem to pay attention to this sentence at all, but just said, "The calm lake is far less beautiful than the choppy sea. ”

Zheng Bing thought thoughtfully, "Minmin, isn't it..."

Pei Min's phone rang, interrupting Zheng Bing's words. Pei Min glanced at it and took it.

"Minmin, good news!" It was Liu Zizhao, his voice was very loud, and the joy in his tone was about to break through the phone.

Pei Min put the phone away from his ears before he said, "What's wrong?" ”

"Fan Miaomiao's assistant called me just now, saying that Fan Miaomiao asked to record with you for a week, and it must be at the same time, if it is not at the same time, Fan Miaomiao will not record it!"

Although it was an expected result, Pei Min still evoked a smile. Now that she's decided to take it seriously, take any chance she gets.

"Minmin, Minmin, did you hear me? Xiao Yu'er knew the news, and she was already excited, and she was now immersed in cutting the film there, saying that she wanted to match you and Fan Miaomiao. ”

"Well, I see, you..." Pei Min paused, "You ask her to cut a little more, just say I like it." ”

"Uh-huh! That week is scheduled for next week, you prepare, I listened to Fan Miaomiao's assistant, it seems that there is a change in the script. ”

"Well, that's hanging."

"Don't, I've picked out the online drama, and I'll go to your house tomorrow and let you watch it again."

"Okay."

Zheng Bing looked at Pei Min, who was in a good mood after hanging up the phone, and a faint sour taste spread in his heart. Loved it? Does Min Min have a new best friend? Did you forget her?,If you forget her.,Can you make friends with Min Min with a new face...