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Mo Ye's left hand is indeed slower than her right hand, so when she uses the door of her study as a desk to copy Ye Nono's handwriting, it takes longer and she is more mentally focused. But seeing that the sunlight outside the house penetrated the oiled paper on the lattice of the door panel, and then through the paper of the calligraphy, it was not difficult for others to find that the words copied by her left hand coincided more accurately with the original Yenuo's handwriting.

After copying the two copybooks, Mo Ye's left and right hand exercises were over. Then she put the two notebooks aside, took the third pen that Xiaoyu had prepared, returned to the desk and re-spread the two blank notebooks, and began to transcribe with her left and right hands at the same time.

For Mo Ye, who was already familiar with the "Chronicles of the Major General" when she was still in the academy earlier, although this book was placed in front of her eyes and opened to the position to be copied, she only needed to take a look at it every once in a while to make sure that she had not missed a copy.

On the side, Yeno watched her left and right hands copying at the same time, and his heart was already full of all kinds of doubts and surprises. After watching for a while, seeing that Mo Ye copied the book in this way, and there were no mistakes or omissions, she finally couldn't help asking, "Sister Mo, how many kinds of handwriting do you know?" ”

"One." Mo Ye replied decisively.

At this time, Xiaoyu was already standing on the other side of the desk, responsible for handing the pen dipped in ink to Mo Ye's hand, she listened to this answer, and then stared at the handwriting written by Mo Ye, and then said with some disbelief: "Miss Mo's handwriting this time is closer to my young lady's handwriting than the last time, so you don't look like a person who can only write one kind of handwriting." ”

"My handwriting, even if I don't use it for more than ten years, it won't change much, and this kind of handwriting will only be one. And the brushstroke habits of others that you have learned from elsewhere can easily be learned and forgotten if you don't practice them often. Mo Ye paused and then said, "Comparatively. I can learn more realistically by imitating someone else's handwriting with my left hand. Because I have practiced calligraphy with my right hand since I was a child, my personal habit is too heavy, but although the left hand learns like this, it is never as fast as the right hand, unless I have been left-handed since I was a child, and the right hand will be slower than the left hand. ”

After writing five notes in a row, Mo Ye paused his pen for a moment, and then said to Ye Nuonuo slowly: "Handwriting can express people's personality. Actually, at this rate, I can't completely imitate your handwriting, so I just pondered the edge of your pen. The glyphs I write now are the result of a slight change in your handwriting habits. In other words, I'm helping you this time. But from then on, I'm afraid you'll have to imitate it in reverse. ”

"Huh?" Ye Nuonuo, who slowly understood the meaning of her words, was taken aback, and said in a lost voice: "You mean that you are not imitating my handwriting now, and I will imitate your handwriting in the future?" ”

Mo Ye immediately shook his head: "This is not my handwriting either." I'm still imitating you. ”

"I'm confused." Xiao Yu, who was standing at the table, forgot to hand the pen for a while, and her hand holding the pen full of ink hung in the air and stopped, it seemed that she was really confused, "Who are you imitating who now?" ”

Mo Ye glanced at Xiao Yu with a smile and did not speak. Next, she picked up the two notebooks she had just finished writing from the table. Moved to Ye Nono's eyes, let her look directly at the ink that had not yet dried up, and then said, "If you are willing to practice your handwriting neatly." It doesn't have to be deliberate, and it will naturally become like this. Your handwriting is either ugly, or your writing is too lazy, the strokes are slightly twisted, and the radicals are often scattered. It's like your loose heart. ”

Ye Nuonuo took the notebook handed by Mo Ye and just glanced at it a few times, and then heard Mo Ye tell Xiao Yu on the side: "Little Yu girl." Please leave the written notebook separately and hang it aside for the time being, otherwise the ink will be stained with each other, and Uncle Ye will be able to see that this is not the writing speed of Sister Nuo's sister. ”

Ye Nuonuo's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "I will also have the writing speed of Sister Mo in the future." ”

"This kind of skill is nothing, and it can't do anything practical." Mo Ye smiled slightly, "I didn't expect that now I will cheat you with this useless little trick, which is even more wrong." If the seniors of your mansion who have just met have spirits in the sky, I hope you don't blame me. ”

Ye Nuonuo knew that she was talking about the rows of Ye Jiaxian groups in the small ancestral hall that had turned into static 'wooden signs', so she had to bow her head and stick out her tongue.

She had a shallow doubt, she didn't know why Mo Ye suddenly mentioned this again, but she didn't understand what Mo Ye was thinking at this time. Since leaving the dark and narrow room, Mo Ye's heart has been hanging on the group of four-character orders that are only half exposed, and his thoughts are naturally temporarily inseparable from the Ye family group in that painting, and his words naturally come casually.

After concentrating on writing the fourteenth notebook at a speed beyond ordinary people's writing, Mo Ye put down his pen, rolled up his sleeves and wiped the cold on his forehead, and suddenly spoke again: "The book "Major Generals" is as its name suggests, and all the records are military generals who died young. Its content is exciting when it is exciting, and it makes the heartstrings tense when rushing into battle, in fact, it is also beneficial to read it when you are lazy. Although not everyone needs to join the army, the military spirit is determined, and many places can also be used by ordinary people for reference. ”

Ye Nuonuo nodded admittedly, and suddenly asked curiously: "Then do you know, who is the youngest general among them?" ”

Mo Ye thought for a while and replied: "Fourteen-year-old Xiang Meng is the first official general in the record of "Major Generals". Xiang Luo lived in a military tent with his father when he was nine years old, and also read military books with his father and watched drills with him. His father died suddenly on the platform, and as the only eldest son, he inherited his father's military title at the age of fourteen. ”

"I didn't live at home at the age of nine, and I was only a year older than me." Ye Nuonuo sighed, and then asked, "What is Xiang Luo doing now?" ”

"I died in battle at the age of nineteen, but it's a pity." Mo Ye also sighed, "Xiang Miao has no descendants, and the record about him can only be found in the "Major General's Chronicles". ”

The study room became extremely quiet after each of them sighed softly, and no one spoke again, except for the "rubbing" sound of the tip of the pen sweeping on the paper, and the slight rubbing sound between the paper as Xiaoyu dried the notebook on the side.

Ye Nuonuo was still standing beside Mo Ye, but she didn't keep her eyes open and stared at the pen in Mo Ye's hand, and her eyes had moved to the open book of "Major General's Chronicles" placed in front of the copybook.

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Half an hour in this extremely quiet environment. It should have been magnified boringly, but when Mo Ye finally put down his pen, Ye Nuonuo was in a trance, but he felt that time passed too quickly.

"Alright."

The hidden door of the study opened a half-foot crack, and Mo Ye slanted at the shadow of a small tree on the ground in the courtyard, and put down his pen.

After moving her somewhat stiff shoulders, she looked at Ye Nuonuo and said, "Finally, I left you three notes, and I will help you get to this point." ”

"Oh..."Ye Nuonuo also took her gaze back from the "Major General's Chronicles" that had been opened to the last page, looked at Mo Ye, and asked a little reluctantly, "Sister Mo." How can we see each other again? ”

This is really a problem, and the more difficult part is that Ye Nuonuo is very reluctant to get along with Mo Ye for less than three days. But Mo Ye's inseparable feeling for her is not obvious.

For Ye Nono, Mo Ye is her life-saving benefactor, and after two days of getting along, she also feels that she can get along well with Mo Ye. This is a great comfort for Ye Nono, who is often rejected in women's studies, in terms of both spiritual and life needs.

However, Mo Ye has been struggling with his identity. It prevented her from fully projecting her feelings into Yenono - although she had gradually discovered that she liked the lively and loose nature of this girl, who was only two years younger than her.

In the past two days, it's okay to talk to Miss Ye about other things, but if it is about her background, she will feel a headache. Fortunately, Miss Ye's own family relationship is also very simple, so she has developed a somewhat rough character. Otherwise, if she took these questions seriously and only said that she wanted to ask Wu Shu about it, Mo Ye would not be able to answer many places.

For such a relationship with each other. Mo Ye did not expect to be able to have a good relationship with Ye Nono.

Even when Wu Shu had just brought Mo Ye to Ye Mansion, she would feel at a loss and wanted to leave here quickly, until she found that she could barely withstand this strange place and strange people, and she slowly got used to it.

"Actually, I don't know...... Otherwise, you should ask Uncle Ye. My Uncle Wu and he are good friends. After a deep sigh, Mo Ye replied. After a slight pause. She said goodbye: "I have to go, there will be a time later." ”

After saying this, Mo Ye walked towards the outside of the study, Ye Nuonuo hurriedly followed, but as soon as she followed to the door, Mo Ye suddenly turned around, rubbed the tip of her nose at a very fast speed, and said at the same time: "Don't send it, practice calligraphy at home." ”

Ye Nuonuo was slightly stunned, and subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, only to find that Mo Ye didn't know when, hiding a drop of ink on his fingertips, and now it had been wiped on her nose, and finally she reached out and wiped it herself, and at this time her nose must have been a large black patch.

When Ye Nuonuo was stunned, Mo Ye was already smiling, and walked out of Ye Mansion quickly and got into the carriage. The coachman who was waiting by the carriage was a little impatient, and when he saw that the guest had finally come out, he asked briefly about it, and soon whipped his horse and set off.

Although walking in the inner city of Kyoto had a strong restriction on the speed of the carriage, when Ye Nuo hastily wiped his nose and ran out of the gate of Hafu, the carriage had already gone far and turned into a vague square shadow at the end of the long street at the entrance of Hafu.

ps：

Today is Teacher's Day, I wish the teachers a happy holiday, smooth work, and take the grand cause of "peach and plum all over the world" as soon as possible!

In addition, I would like to give special thanks to my Chinese art enlightenment teacher, Mr. Yao, if the introduction of Chinese is a necessary process of intermittent sentence formation, then let me know that the person who has the author's unique soul in words is you!

I stuffed you with a small note in the composition I handed in, and now I can't remember the content clearly, but at that time, the answers you gave directly on the composition text with the red pen of the recourse can still make me feel the heat to this day.

I don't know which school you are moving to now, I pray for foolishness: the ends of the world, may you be happy!

(This paragraph is free)