"Ah Yu, aren't you angry with Dashuai? What if he gets annoyed and we can't eat and walk around? Ah Xiang cautiously admonished An Qiyu, "We can't twist our arms around our thighs, so you just learn to be obedient and don't talk to him and make mistakes, okay?" ”

"It's not good, think about it, do we have a way out now? If I don't work hard, you and my cousin Dong will be unlucky, and you have to remember that my name is Fang Yingfei now, and you can't call me Ah Yu in the future, I have to forget my original name now, don't remind me to remember it anymore. "An Qiyu is indeed stubborn.

"Got it. I'm just saying, we're small, I'm afraid you'll suffer. Ah Xiang muttered.

"Have I suffered less? Now in this situation, we have no choice. An Qiyu felt uncomfortable when she thought about it, she was killed on the night of the cave room, this kind of thing is more disgusting than eating flies, but in this way, people may not look down on herself, who she recruited to provoke!

An Qiyu laid the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the bookcase, and opened the copybook given by Lin Dingkuo next to him, and stroked down the copybook one by one against the copybook above. Xiao Jidong once taught herself some rules on how to write, she still remembers, just practice like this, there will always be some achievements, and what is said on this word book is also clear, what willow body, thin gold body, what are the famous calligraphers, what are the masterpieces of famous calligraphers, there are all explanations here, she looked at it carefully, carefully distinguished, and memorized it in her heart.

At least when you see it, you can tell me when others ask.

Lin Dingkuo came in from the outside and glanced into the study, An Qiyu was practicing calligraphy, and Ah Xiang was grinding ink and changing paper on the side, these two people were really very attentive.

He walked around the study, like to see how far An Qiyu could write.

Stretching out her head to see, her posture with the pen is a little wrong, the wrist is too strong, the whole body is stiff, so the pen is naturally not so smooth, the words written are not flat or vertical, trembling are all crooked.

"I'll come." Lin Dingkuo snatched the brush from An Qiyu's hand, covered it with ink, and gave her a demonstration next to the pen.

The pen is smooth, the pen is free, and the four words of Fu Lu Shuangquan written down casually are really enviable.

An Qiyu pouted quietly at this time, she really overestimated herself just now, how could she learn things so easily, she fortunately didn't have a packing ticket, otherwise she would only be more embarrassed now.

"I'll teach you." Lin Dingkuo handed the pen to An Qiyu's hand, and complained angrily, "You have always recognized Xiao Jidong for teaching you, I thought he had a lot of ability, so he taught you like this?" Thanks to his own good handwriting, he fooled you. ”

An Qiyu was silent, knowing that he was at a loss.

Lin Dingkuo held An Qiyu's hand and gave her a brief explanation of the essentials of writing, An Qiyu listened carefully, and then felt a lot less effort when he did what he taught, and the pen was not as awkward as before, An Qiyu was able to understand it at one point, but he focused on writing but did not notice how ambiguous the posture between himself and Lin Dingkuo was now.

Lin Dingkuo's chin was pressed against An Qiyu's cheek, and his right hand was tightly clasped with her right hand, and his huge figure shrouded An Qiyu's delicate and lovely.

Ah Xiang felt that she was really in the way, so she went out quietly.

"The key to this writing is the strength of the wrist, you don't hold the pen right, and the force is not clever enough, of course, the writing is messy, just do it a few more times." Although Lin Dingkuo was surprised by An Qiyu's progress speed, she didn't dare to relax easily, she still had room for improvement, so she tried to be better, "This shoulder and body have to be relaxed, why are you holding a pen like holding a gun?" It's just a word, not a battle. ”

Lin Dingkuo actually didn't notice anything wrong with his behavior, he just gave simple guidance, and he didn't take so much care into his hands, and slapped An Qiyu's back and waist, An Qiyu felt very uncomfortable, even if the two of them had skin to skin, but it was all when they were stunned, and An Qiyu didn't remember what happened at all.

It's just that he doesn't mind now, but it's not that the two of them are more embarrassed, so he just forced himself to concentrate on listening to Lin Dingkuo's explanation.

"Liu Gongquan's handwriting is meticulous, and it is beneficial for you to practice more." Lin Dingkuo looked at An Qiyu, and the next few words were indeed written decently.

"Okay, I know, it's not early, let's rest first, I'll practice again, and then look at these books for practicing calligraphy, and strike with hot iron." An Qiyu wants to break Lin Dingkuo now, he is so close to himself, the heat is not very comfortable, and his hand is really not a place, An Qiyu's excuse is also reasonable.

"Okay, you can practice quickly, just rest early, there is no electricity here, the candle flame is unknown, don't burn your eyes." Lin Dingkuo explained a few words and went back to the bedroom by himself.

An Qiyu breathed a sigh of relief, and according to the method that Lin Dingkuo taught her just now, she filled the rice paper on this table, and then she only felt that her neck was stiff, and she was still a little tired in the end, but she thought that she had only ten days, so she cheered up again, took the book that explained the calligraphy and read it word by word, and tried her best to memorize it by heart.

From the use of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone materials, to the characteristics of commonly used fonts, An Qiyu memorized and memorized, memorized and memorized, and finally fell asleep on the table so sleepy.

The moon sets and the sun rises, the mist in the mountains is hazy in the early morning, there are early birdsong from the valley, Lin Dingkuo sleeps very well this night, he usually has the habit of getting up early to practice, the mountains are quiet, the air is even clearer, Lin Dingkuo took a deep breath, opened his eyes, turned over and found that there was only himself on the bed.

What about Ann Qiyu?

Lin Dingkuo got up, pushed the door and saw that there were still lights and candles in the study, and the shadows of the fire were dancing, this girl wouldn't have slept all night.

Through the half-hidden door, Lin Dingkuo looked inside, but there was no figure of An Qiyu, and the ground was scattered with rice paper full of brush words, and he wondered for a while.

"Dashuai, are you up?" An Qiyu actually came from behind Lin Dingkuo.

"You ......" Lin Dingkuo turned his head to look at An Qiyu, and the pair of dark circles on his face were very eye-catching.

"I just went to wash my face, lift my spirits, and recite the book I read last night for you, you listen to it, see if it's right, it can't be the same word for word, but the general content should be fine. Yesterday I actually memorized it, but when you fell asleep, I fell asleep too......" An Qiyu entered the study and took out yesterday's book from the messy paper here. "You watch, I'll recite it to you."

Lin Dingkuo watched An Qiyu stuff the book into his hand, and then began to chant over there, what Yan Zhenqing, what Chu Suiliang, anyway, she tried her best to memorize them one by one at this time, Lin Dingkuo looked at the words in it, she didn't memorize it by rote, but expressed it in her own words, and the key content was not wrong.

This night, she really worked hard.

"It's pretty good, it's basically right. It's hard for you, you haven't had much rest all night, right? Lin Dingkuo felt a little guilty in his heart.

"It's okay, in fact, I think it's a good thing to learn things, and you don't have to worry about it when you know it, and it's quite interesting." An Qiyu was smiling happily at this time.

"Then I'll test you, how about it?" Lin Dingkuo looked at An Qiyu with a smug look, he smiled slightly, and thought about it.

"Then I'll try." An Qiyu also happened to want to see how to use these things on his back.

Lin Dingkuo picked up the pen and wrote two or three words, "Look at what font I write?" ”

"Skinny gold."

"Where's this?"

"Uh......" An Qiyu thought about the things she memorized yesterday, and then looked at the words Lin Dingkuo wrote at this time, she wanted to sit in the right seat, but she just felt that none of them were like them, but they were all like them, so she "uh" for a long time, and she didn't figure out which one it was, it seemed that she really knew how to memorize it, but she still didn't need it, in case someone asked her to evaluate calligraphy, she probably couldn't say anything.

"I don't know ......"

"It's a forest body. My original - Lin's calligraphy. ”

"Handsome! When is this coming, you still have kung fu to play, just ten days, I have to learn so much! Are you going to take an idiot-like woman out in the future?! An Qiyu became angry all of a sudden, and he said this extremely urgently, regardless of who the person opposite was.

"Okay, okay, it's me who is wrong, it's me who is wrong, you hurry up and take a rest, I'm tired all night, and my eyes are dark." Lin Dingkuo was yelled at and lost his temper.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry." An Qiyu also felt that his words were a little heavy, so he silently cleaned up the messy paper all over the floor, and felt that he was really sleepy, so he turned around and went to the bedroom, and slept casually on the couch.