Thinking of this, Ye Jinqing slowly closed her eyes, as if she wanted to empty her distracting thoughts, she tried to recall Ye Qingyuan's usual every move, word and deed.

She reached out and brushed her hand across the row of pen holders, and her hand rested naturally on a brush. The shaft of the brush is particularly smooth, and the original brown-yellow tip has been stained with ink over the years, and it has been smeared with black ink, which is my father's favorite use.

He took out a piece of paper from under the paperweight on the side and spread it on the table, lifted the cuffs, and sharpened the ink. Picking up the brush, the delicate wrist is slightly on one side, and the tip of the pen turns inky black when it touches the ink. Ye Jinqing thought for a while, then picked up a pen and wrote four words on the paper. Looking at the four words 'tranquility and far-reaching' in one go, Ye Jinqing also shook his head slightly.

Ye Jinqing took out a few words that Ye Qingyuan had practiced from the side of the desk and put the two words together. Thinking about it, even if Shen Li is here, it is difficult to tell which one is from Ye Jinqing.

Ye Jinqing looked at the words she wrote, she knew that her words had always had Ye Qingyuan's style, but the far-reaching realm in the words had always been unreasonable. Today, in the words written unexpectedly, the realm that has been lacking has been filled, and at first glance, even she herself is a little unable to tell which character was written by herself. But after digging deeper, the charm of the words I wrote still owes a little after all.

Ye Jinqing picked up the pen and wrote a few more words, but it was still difficult to make up for the missing charm. No longer reluctantly, put the brush into the pen sink and shake it gently. After watching the brush enter the water, the ink on the tip of the pen rippled away, and the wisps were immersed in the water, and the heart that had just been a little impetuous slowly calmed down again.

Putting away the pen and paper, Ye Jinqing slowly paced to the low couch by the small window. On the small table on the low couch, there were still chess games that she and her father played when they were leaving. Ye Jinqing sat on the small futon and looked at the unfinished chess game. It's just that this time she was sitting in the seat where Ye Qingyuan was sitting. I saw her stretch out her hand to the chess box next to her, and there was an inky sunspot between her fingers. The black chess pieces are sandwiched between the index finger and middle finger of the right hand, which makes Ye Jinqing's complexion as warm as jade.

Bang, the crisp sound of falling children suddenly sounded in the silent study. As soon as the sunspot fell, Ye Jinqing held the white chess piece with his left hand. With the continuous sound of falling children, Ye Jinqing played against herself like this, but if you look closely, you can find that the speed at which she falls into the white son is much faster than the speed at which she falls into the sunspot.

Ye Jinqing moved as he wished when he fell the white zi, and when he fell the black zi, he was more imitating Ye Qingyuan's usual chess move. It was as if she was still playing against Ye Qingyuan. Although this is not easy to say, Ye Jinqing usually plays against Ye Qingyuan, and takes advantage of the state of mind that he realized when he was writing between his fingers just now. Although he stumbled, he still played the chess game all the way.

Ye Jinqing pinched the white zi, and it had already passed half a pillar of incense, but no matter how she fell on this chess, she couldn't break the menacing nirvana of the black man.

Time passed little by little, and Ye Jinqing's forehead and the tip of his nose were covered with a thin layer of sweat. And the left hand that held Bai Zi was holding it for too long, and it was no longer able to shake slightly. Ye Jinqing bit her lip unconsciously, stubbornly refusing to put down the chess.

It's just a little bit, just a little bit, Ye Jinqing said to himself. Her eyes were fixed on the chess game, and the black and white chessboard was printed out of her pupils.

Suddenly, the pupils printed with the chess game swayed slightly. Bang, bang, the white boy finally slipped out of her hand, crossed the chessboard, and fell to the ground. A rapid sound of jade rings interlocking sounded again. I saw that Ye Jinqing, who was sitting, was already standing on the low couch.

After standing up, the chess game was more distinct, and the white zi, who was surrounded by sunspots, had a vague glyph. Ye Jinqing jumped off the low couch, didn't care about the cold, and didn't put on his shoes, so he came to the table in three steps and two jumps.

I took out a pen from the pen holder, dipped it in ink at random, pulled a piece of paper, and drew it. Ye Jinqing drew on the paper with the impression of the chess game he had just played. At first, the gesture was like painting, but slowly the style of the brush gradually changed, and there was a shadow of calligraphy.

After filling in the last stroke, Ye Jinqing looked at the word that appeared on the paper. "Xuan," Ye Jinqing said unconsciously.

Just now, when she was thinking about how the white son should fall, it suddenly occurred in her mind that in this chess game, the black son had a total of four killing moves. And when she carefully recalled the hidden killing moves of each sunspot, the white chess move that she deliberately ignored was particularly clear. It was then that she discovered that the pattern of the four white children was very close to the strokes of Xingshu. She boldly guessed that the pattern of those white sons might be able to be put together into one word.

Since Ye Jinqing was not able to complete the chess game, she had a vague idea of the pattern of the fifth white child. So after trying a few words, this character on the paper appeared.

After writing the word, Ye Jinqing couldn't care about the meaning of the word. He casually put away the desk and chessboard, and pushed open the door of the study. Wu'er heard the sound of the door opening, and followed the voice, but was startled by Ye Jinqing's appearance.

This morning, Ye Jinqing wore the smoke blue color she has always loved, although this color is beautiful, it is also easy to get dirty. But every time Ye Jinqing wears it, when she takes it off in the evening, it is still as clean as when she first took it out in the morning. But it was only one morning today, and Ye Jinqing's sleeves and chest were stained with a large amount of ink, and even there were a few ink marks on his small face, which had always been white.

"Miss." Wu'er couldn't help but raise her voice.

Ye Jinqing immediately covered her ears with her hands, pursed her mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "Wu'er, my head hurts when you quarrel." After speaking, he also made a look of wanting to cry.

Wu'er was blocked by her own lady and couldn't speak, so she had to say: "My good young lady, then let's go and change our clothes first, if Madame sees you like this, it will not be good." Seeing that Wu'er didn't have any broken thoughts, and was even more afraid of being talked about by his mother's mother, he obediently went back to the room to change his clothes.