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Mo Ye hesitated for a moment, and finally just shook his head.

"Forget it." Ye Nuonuo pursed his lips deeply, and then instructed Xiaoyu: "Replace the moldy lanyard and hang it back." ”

Looking at the portrait of the woman hanging back on the beam of the room was once again in the same position as the other three male portraits who were all a little old, and slowly ascended, returning to the row of wooden boxes at the mouth of the beam of the room where the portraits were collected, Ye Nuonuo stood in front of the dozens of bottles of spiritual seats in the middle of the room with his shoulders flat, and then put his palm against his eyebrows, and bowed solemnly three times to the portrait hanging in the middle hall with only one feather drawn.

Xiao Yu and Mo Ye stood three steps behind her and also walked with her.

Leaving the small ancestral hall, the sun outside was stronger, walking in such a bright sunshine, Ye Nuonuo moved his neck, and suddenly said: "Eldest sister, younger sister? It seems that I should have two aunts, but I haven't heard my father talk about one. ”

In fact, she didn't ask herself, this portrait of a woman has long been enshrined in the small ancestral hall, but she has always estimated the age of the woman in the painting too high, until today when she saw the words behind the painting, she suddenly changed her mind.

Seeing that Xiao Yu and Mo Ye who were walking beside her didn't answer her words, Ye Nuonuo couldn't help but ask, "It seems that the two of you have become stuffy melons since you came out?" ”

Xiao Yu replied in a low voice: "Miss, I have always been just a servant of the Ye Mansion, how can I judge the character of the person in the painting." No matter how young the person in the painting is, he must be the same generation as the master, and you just said that the people in these four paintings are all relatives of the Yu Ye family, so they will worship in this special way, and I think you should also pay more respect to her. ”

Ye Nuonuo just sighed when he heard this, and did not show his attitude. After being silent for a while, she looked at Mo Ye again and asked, "Then what's the matter with Sister Mo?" Why is it so stuffy? ”

Mo Ye smiled and said, "I'm just an outsider, and I've been disturbed a lot when I came to your mansion for two days. How can you be disrespectful to the remains of your elders again. ”

"Heaven..."Ye Nuonuo suddenly raised his palm to the sky, making a lifting gesture, and sighed as if talking to himself: "Not only has it become boring, but it has also become extraordinary." ”

"If I had to say something, I would have a thought." Mo Ye suddenly spoke again, "I think the senior in the painting must be a person who likes to be lively, but somehow, he became the person in the painting at such a young age." Could it be that she was afraid of loneliness, so she asked her friends to leave words on the painting, so that. Even if she became a painting and was locked in a room, it seemed that there were many friends chatting with her? ”

Mo Ye said very subtly, but Ye Nuonuo gradually understood what she was trying to express.

Man is alive. The painting is a dead thing, and the transformation from a person walking in the world to a person in the painting is a transformation from life to death.

Ye Nuonuo's mood suddenly darkened, and like the other two, he became a sullen melon.

……

Played around for most of the morning. Mo Ye's hair naturally dried out. Her hair is naturally a little curly, which is not very noticeable when it is wet with water, but when the water has evaporated, the hair with such a texture looks a little loose and not easy to manage. So Xiaoyu helped her comb a simple heart-picking haircut.

When combing Mo Ye's hair, Xiao Yu saw Mo Ye's face reflected in the bronze mirror, and couldn't help but silently compare it to the portrait of the woman in the small ancestral hall.

Mo Ye looked at himself in the mirror. But I didn't realize it. Her distraction was also because of the painting scroll that Xiao Yu had in mind, but she was not unforgettable for the person on the painting, but the 44 Xiaoling on the right side of the scroll as if someone had deliberately cut off half of it.

The four four hundred and sixteen characters vaguely reflected the complete form in her mind......

……

After lunch. Ye Nuonuo took Mo Ye's hand and begged for a while, but in the end she refused. Yeno had no choice but to sit alone in his study. sighed at a stack of notebooks, and finally could only pick up the pen himself.

It didn't take long for the sound of a carriage coming from outside the gate of the front yard, and it turned out that the person who had come to pick up Mo Ye had arrived.

Ye Nuonuo was still a little annoyed that no matter how much he pleaded, Mo Ye refused to let go of his help, and he was unwilling to go out of the house to send him off. However, what she saw was a carriage, which is a rare means of transportation in the inner city of Kyoto, and the appearance of the carriage means that Mo Ye will go to a farther place after leaving, probably to leave the capital, Ye Nuonuo is finally a little reluctant, and ran out of the study.

Standing at the gate and watching Mo Ye board the carriage, Ye Nuonuo suddenly approached, untied a small bag from his waist and pressed it into Mo Ye's palm.

Mo Ye couldn't help but wonder, "What is this?" ”

"Miss Ye has a unique secret chili water, which is necessary for self-defense at home, hold this thing in the palm of your hand at a critical moment, and pinch it hard in front of the gangsters." Although Ye Nuonuo was smiling when he spoke, his eyes gradually turned red, and finally said: "Sister Mo, on the way away, be careful." ”

Seeing Ye Nuonuo like this, Mo Ye's eyes couldn't help but heat slightly. She hesitated, then said, "It's a pity that I don't have anything special to give you." ”

Ye Nuonuo shook his head slightly and said, "No need, since I was going to give this to you, I didn't think about asking you to give me anything more, so... It's okay. ”

Mo Ye's heart suddenly warmed up, and then she jumped off the ground from the carriage, and then bowed her hand to the coachman who was sitting on the front board of the carriage: "Brother coachman, can you wait for me for half an hour?" Something is falling behind me. ”

"This ......" The young coachman who was about to whip the car was slightly stunned, looking at Mo Ye's somewhat burning eyes, he was silent for a while, and finally nodded, and said, "Girl, half an hour, it can't be longer." ”

"Thank you." Mo Ye smiled and nodded, and then grabbed Ye Nuonuo's hand and walked back to Ye Mansion.

When she entered the house, she said to Ye Nuonuo, who was stunned: "Half an hour, I can help you as much as I can, prepare pen and ink!" ”

Ye Nuonuo finally came back to her senses, at this time she was more surprised than surprised, and only after being slightly stunned did she rush to Xiaoyu, who was walking beside her, and ordered: "Quick, prepare more pen and ink, and don't let Xiaoya enter the study." ”

"Yes, yes." Xiaoyu also understood, and responded a few times, but she quickly puzzled: "Why don't you let Xiaoya also come to help?" ”

Ye Nuonuo shrugged his eyebrows and said: "She is too timid, she must know that I 'borrowed a pen to copy books', without waiting for my father to ask in person." She's going to show her stuff faster than I do. ”

Xiao Yu nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and hurried to the study, but she was smiling all the way.

Ye Nuonuo knew what Xiao Yu was laughing at, and she couldn't help but glare at her from afar. Walking towards the study with Mo Ye a little later, Ye Nuonuo suddenly asked curiously: "Sister Mo, why are you suddenly so good... Promise to help me copy... Hey hey ......"

"I've always been so good." Mo Ye didn't answer and asked: "Is it only if you are willing to help you copy books can you be called a good person?" ”

Ye Nuonuo was suddenly choked speechless, she looked at Mo Ye with a little complicated eyes, and said secretly in her heart: It turns out that Sister Mo also has such a thick skin!

There was a pause. Mo Ye then said: "Actually, I remembered the words on the painting, since the friend of the predecessor can give the pen to the friend, others can also imitate it." So I decided to help you this time, but only once. ”

"I see." After listening to Mo Ye's explanation, Ye Nuonuo kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice.

Walking into the study, Mo Ye first glanced at the desk with messy writing supplies, and then asked with a normal face: "I remember what you just said." Are you going to copy the first volume of "The Chronicles of Major Generals" today? ”

Ye Nuonuo nodded hurriedly.

"Count yourself lucky, Uncle Ye didn't let you copy the medical scriptures today, otherwise there are too many obscure words, which will cause a great hindrance to my speed." Mo Ye smiled slightly, and then said: "The Chronicles of the Major General is the first volume of the "Guangwu Collection", and the "Chronicles of the Major General" that I read the most in the "Guangwu Collection" is the "Chronicles of the Major General". I'll be able to copy it faster later.

"So powerful?" Ye Nono became a little excited.

"It's a pity that I'm just a woman, and no matter how much I read, I can't learn from them to charge." Mo Ye lightly basked. Then he returned to the subject, and said, "Take out a few copies of the calligraphy you just copied yourself, and I will use them as an example to imitate your handwriting habits first." ”

"Good!" Yeno agreed quickly, but she quickly became depressed: "I only wrote two in total." Is it enough? ”

Mo Ye said expressionlessly: "Enough." ”

……

It didn't take long for Xiaoyu to be ready with pen and ink. Under Mo Ye's instructions, she went to another low desk in the corner of the study and began to prepare the second pen and ink. According to Mo Ye's instructions, Ye Nuonuo spread the calligraphy he had just written in the study on the table, as an example of Mo Ye's copying handwriting.

Looking at the crooked handwriting he made, but it was seriously copied by Mo Ye, Ye Nuonuo couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

According to Mo Ye's instructions, except for the blank notebook and pen and ink on the table, all the other items on the table were quickly moved to a corner of the room by Ye Nuonuo. When she returned to the table, she saw Mo Ye writing slowly with a pen, but on the notebook she had already written, she was redrawing one stroke at a time according to her words.

Ye Nono knew that this was Mo Ye imitating her handwriting.

After tracing this notebook, Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and took another notebook copied by Ye Nuonuo, but she pressed it on the door of the study with her right hand, and then changed to holding the pen with her left hand and drawing it again.

The writing lifting object has changed from the desk to the door panel, from the vertical writing to the pen writing, the pen has also moved from the right hand to the left hand, Ye Nuonuo, who is full of doubts, acted as a humanoid shelf for Mo Ye to lift the ink inkstone, and she couldn't help asking: "Sister Mo, why do you want to write like this?" ”

"My left hand doesn't imitate as fast as my right hand, so I need to borrow a little light to make the font clearer so that I can draw more accurately." Mo Ye took advantage of the gap in the ink, turned his face sideways and smiled at Ye Nuonuo, and explained: "After practicing the right hand and practicing the left hand, I can also write with my left hand, but it is a little slower than my right hand." ”

Ye Nuonuo opened his mouth wide in surprise, and he didn't know what to say for a long time.

ps：

What "Guangwu Collection" and "Major General's Chronicles", they are all names I made up, but when I think about it, I feel a little familiar, I should have seen a similar bibliography somewhere, if you accidentally look the same, please don't be serious, the bibliography that appears in this novel is all made up by me. However, in the later text, these two episodes appear slightly, but they do not have a great effect on the plot.

In addition, there is a reason why Mo Ye can write with both hands and is super fast, which will be shown later. Thank you all for listening to my complaints, this text is free, retreat