When Shen Qinrou arrived at Yunju Courtyard, Shen Qinxin had already finished a painting.

Mr. Sohosu was standing beside her, bending over to concentrate on guidance, not noticing Shen Qinrou's arrival.

Shen Qinya glanced up at her, and angrily turned back to thread and embroider.

Shen Qinrou touched her nose in a gloomy manner, silently finished saluting Mr. Su, and obediently walked to the position she used to use.

She moved lightly and didn't make a sound.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the bookcase have long been prepared, and the best Hui ink, Duan inkstone, and Chengxintang paper are all good things, but these things are just items for a few boudoir girls to practice calligraphy and painting.

They can afford to use these things, and the wealth of the Shen family does not need to be said, but when it comes to the background of the Shen family, the Shen family actually gradually grew up in the generation of Old Lady Shen, that is, her grandfather.

The Shen family has been able to develop to this point, and her grandfather has really contributed to it.

Old Lady Shen herself is a nimble figure, and she has the insight to wander around with her father when she was young, so it goes without saying that her vision goes without saying. When the Shen family weaving workshop was just starting, her grandfather, Mrs. Shen, in order to change the court, rehired the only daughter Zhou Wenci from the magistrate of Hsinchu County, and now her grandmother, Mrs. Shen.

He was a bold man, quite good at climbing the drill camp, and through his father-in-law of the county, he got on the line with many magistrates and talked to them. The Shen family's silk weaving was also in his hands, from an unknown silk weaving shop workshop to a silk weaving workshop in the south of the Yangtze River.

The Shen family, which has developed in this way, is also quite criticized, and the families with heads and faces feel that the Shen family is at best a nouveau riche who has taken **** luck, and they are unwilling to recognize the status of the Shen family, and they disdain to associate with it.

And Mrs. Shen, as the only daughter of the magistrate, has been a pampered character since she was a child, how can she tolerate others pointing and saying, so she ordered the whole house, food and clothing, all compared with those families in the south of the Yangtze River, of course, this is not depreciating.

Anyway, the end result is that they are cheaper.

Mr. Su's teaching has his own rules, maids are not allowed to enter the classroom to serve, and students do everything themselves.

Mr. Su's teaching method is also different from that of ordinary Mr. Xixi, according to their interests, whether it is painting, writing, or embroidery, they are not forced to learn anything, but once they choose the same, they must make an appearance before they can repair the same.

If you don't understand it, go and call her, and Mr. Su will come to guide her, and after the class, Mr. Su will also assign different homework for them.

Shen Qinrou was accustomed to pouring water and grinding the ink by herself, and then looked at the paved rice paper but paused, and when she heard that Mr. Su was teaching her second sister over there, she was busy pricking up her ears to listen.

"Look at the mountain is not a mountain, look at the water is not water, look at the mountain is still a mountain, look at the water or water, the landscape of the landscape, the mountain and the water, your landscape only has its shape and lacks its charm."

Shen Qinxin has a very good understanding of calligraphy and painting, and as soon as he heard Mr. Su's order, he was transparent, "The mountain is still and the water is stopped, so how is this." She added a few more strokes for Mr. Su to see.

Mr. Su nodded and smiled with satisfaction, "If you really have a good child, you can also teach it, add these few more strokes, and when the wind passes, the water will make waves, and the ripples will be long and the wind will stop." ”

Shen Qinxin put down his pen and saluted Mr. Su and thanked him, "Thank you Mr. for your advice." ”

Mr. Su smiled slightly, turned sideways and accepted her salute, "Second Miss is polite." This sideways saw Shen Qinrou, so he smiled at her.

Shen Qinrou's face turned red, and she returned the salute, feeling worried, and she didn't know if Mr. Su had found out that she was eavesdropping and didn't write carefully.

In her mind, Mr. Su is a strange person, obviously there is no shortage of silver, but he always wears a plain clothes, and does everything himself, the smoky green plain robe on his body is washed and white, and he is reluctant to change it.

It is often said that it is the nature of women to love beauty, but Mr. Su never pretends to be himself, and always looks plain to the sky.

Just as she was thinking wildly, Mr. Su had already walked up to her.

"Third Miss has figured out how to write?" Mr. Su leaned down and asked her.

Shen Qinrou raised her head in surprise, just in time to meet Mr. Su's calm and waveless eyes, she blinked, and told the truth, "Mr. Hui, not yet." ”

Mr. Su's eyebrows rose slightly, nodded and asked with a smile: "How about the third lady try to write down the cocoon into a butterfly?" ”

Shen Qinrou stared at Mr. Su for a moment, but she couldn't read the expression on Mr. Su's face, she lowered her head to look at the snow-white rice paper in front of her, and said hello with a smile.

Pick up the pen, dip the ink, move the pen, write, all in one go.

Mr. Su looked at the words she had completed, his face was solemn, and after a long time, he commented: "The third lady's words are getting better and better. ”

Shen Qinxin and Shen Qinya couldn't help but glance at her.

What Mr. Su said can be regarded as praise, but it is not easy to get Mr. Su's praise.

This shows that Shen Qinrou's handwriting is really good!

But next year, the handwriting she wrote was criticized by Mr. Su only in a few months, how could it be

Shen Qinxin and Shen Qinya were secretly surprised, and their eyes became strange when they looked at Shen Qinrou.

Shen Qinrou turned her head to look at Mr. Su's soft plain face, and asked puzzledly: "Mr. Su, what's wrong, my words are the same as before." She didn't see any change in her handwriting.

When Mr. Su heard this, his expression changed when he saw her.

It was a look of surprise, Shen Qinrou had seen this kind of look on her face for the first time since she knew Mr. Su, her heart instantly lifted, and she wondered if she had accidentally offended Mr. Su, so she lowered her voice and asked, "But what's wrong?" ”

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Su's face was as usual again, and she smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I just sigh that the third lady has worked hard during the days when I returned to my hometown." ”

Shen Qinrou's heart was put down with Mr. Su's words, "If I have something bad about writing, please correct Mr. Su more." She said modestly.

Mr. Su nodded at Shen Qinrou, his eyes couldn't help but circle around her a few more times, and he casually took away the word that broke the cocoon into a butterfly. He also took a book and gave it to her, and asked her to copy the words on it.

Shen Qinxin's eyes fell to Shen Qinrou, and then looked at Mr. Su and said, "Sir, I don't know if the words written by the third sister can open my eyes." She was curious and interested in how well the writing was on the paper.

Mr. Su raised the rice paper in his hand and said with a smile: "The third lady's words have grown, but it is not enough to make a model for the second lady. ”

This is a tactful refusal.

Mr. Su is a distinguished guest of the Shen Mansion, and she has always done things in her own way, ignoring the eyes of others, and her unique personality can be seen from her dress alone.

Shen Qinxin also knew Mr. Su's temperament, although she was appreciated by Mr. Su, she didn't dare to make a mistake, so she raised a smile, "I copied the plum blossom seal calligraphy that Mr. Su gave me last time, but I still can't do it, and I hope Mr. Su will advise." ”

This time, Mr. Su did not refuse her, paced over, and began to teach Shen Qinxin the writing of the plum blossom seal and the ups and downs of the pen.

In fact, in addition to Mr. Su's unique temperament, she is also a good gentleman who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

The class was so clean that it was almost audible.

If Mr. Su has another assignment, he will return to the hospital in the afternoon to complete the coursework, and then submit it to Mr. Su for comment the next morning.

Until the end of the hall, Shen Qinwei had not yet arrived, and Mr. Su ignored it, only calling Shen Qinrou's name.

This is what it means to stay in church.

Shen Qinxin glanced at Shen Qinrou deeply before leaving, which was meaningful.

Shen Qinya's anger was not gone, she still ignored her, and only hugged the unfinished embroidery and left together.

Looking at the two who left before her, Shen Qinrou sighed softly.

This is not the first time she has stayed in the hall, Shen Qinrou has some psychological preparation, but this time she feels different from the past, and her heart can't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"Who taught you this brushwork?" Mr. Su asked straight to the point.

Shen Qinrou was confused, her eyes were full of confusion, "Sir, I don't know what you are asking?" ”

"Let me ask you, who taught you the four-character penmanship of breaking the cocoon into a butterfly." She asked again, accentuating.

Shen Qinrou felt a little unusual from her words, but if she wanted her to say, she still couldn't say why, so she picked up a pen and wrote, and the word became like that, no one taught her.

"Sir, is there something wrong with this way of writing?" She looked at Soho and wondered.

Seeing that her expression did not seem to be fake, Soho looked at her for a moment before he sighed lightly.

"It's nothing, it's just that your handwriting is a little similar to what my old man wrote."

The deceased, Mr. Su's deceased, Shen Qinrou's face flashed with doubts, she has always grown up in the courtyard in Kyoto, and there are not many people in contact, so it stands to reason that it should be impossible to know Mr. Su's deceased.

Soho shook her head and muttered, "Maybe I'm wrong." ”

But in fact, it was absolutely impossible for her to be wrong, how could she be wrong, this font was created by her father, and he taught her and the man.

Her hand holding the paper trembled with excitement.

"Remember, you start writing official scripts from now on, don't use this font again." She turned around and solemnly explained to Shen Qinrou.

Perhaps it was because Su He's gaze was too eye-catching, Shen Qinrou nodded unconsciously, "I know." ”

"Go ahead." Soho waved his sleeves.

Shen Qinrou nodded and left, and when she turned around, she seemed to see the expression on Soho's face.

It was like crying and laughing, and there was a kind of sadness that went deep into the bone marrow.