The word "Qiao" is the word that Mrs. Ye wrote several times and did not like, it was a matter of guilt, and her husband saw the disadvantages at a glance, and it became more and more difficult to stand up, but she didn't hear his words for a long time, and finally couldn't help but turn around and ask: "How about the word 'Qiao'?" ”

Ye Zhiqiu smiled: "Madame is willing to talk to me?" ”

Mrs. Ye's face sank, and she turned her head away.

"Madame...... Now that I'm here today, I'm not going to talk to you about things you don't like to hear. But Madame and I have not talked about calligraphy for a long time, I came here tonight, I really just want to discuss ink with Madame, after all, we have been studying calligraphy together for decades, why not Madame also put aside those unhappy past for the time being, and say a few words calmly with me? ”

Mrs. Ye sneered: "I'm afraid that you sell more than this flavored medicine in your gourd." ”

Ye Zhiqiu said gloomily: "Madam, people can be ruthless, Xiaochen is no longer in the house, Yin'er is also older, and only the two of us are getting older." I'm just thinking about saying a few homely words, can I ask Madame not to ...... Don't look at me like an enemy anymore. I know that whatever I say, my wife will inevitably think that I have a plan. But tonight I have no intention of talking about anything other than calligraphy, but if I mention a word, my wife can drive me out. ”

"Hmph, as long as you don't persuade me of those dirty things, I'm lucky."

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't bear it from the beginning, and no matter how mean Madam Ye was to him at the moment, she only replied lightly: "No." ”

Mrs. Ye was suspicious, turned her body around, and although she did not speak, her expression was a little more relaxed than before.

"Madam, like the stroke of the word 'Qiao', the four points of water below, the broken thread is the most interesting...... Ye Zhiqiu said, lifting the pen and dipping it in ink. Mrs. Ye saw that he was about to write, so she couldn't help but get up and look.

I saw that my husband lightly mentioned Zihao, the pen was broken, and the ink was really interesting and convincing.

Ye Zhiqiu saw that she was engrossed, and took advantage of the situation to write a few words with four points of water, and explained them in detail. Mrs. Ye listened reasonably, and was nodded clearly.

In the blink of an eye, a cup of tea passed, and Mrs. Ye had long forgotten the "discomfort" on her body, and gradually began to ask and answer questions with her husband.

Ye Zhiqiu talked for a while, picked up a piece of clothing and put it on for his wife, and handed over the bowl of soup and said, "There is still some warmth, hurry up and drink a few sips, you don't eat, it always worries me." ”

Mrs. Ye frowned and said, "I don't want to eat it." ”

"Do you want to feed you like you did when you were a child?" Ye Zhiqiu asked with a smile.

Mrs. Ye blushed unconsciously.

The husband was talking about the two of them fleeing all the way south from the north. At that time, they had no food on them, and they were hungry, and they used to get a bowl of hot soup when they passed by a farmer along the way, but they were pampered since they were children, and they refused to eat the soup, so it was her husband who saved the bowl of soup and didn't drink it, and fed him a spoonful with his own hands.

After 50 years of wind and rain, after all, he is a pillow person, and the love of most of his life can be erased in a few words. What's more, no matter how annoyed he is, he is also annoyed that he refuses to live a peaceful life, if you put those things aside, her husband really can't find anything else wrong with him.

Mrs. Ye picked up the bowl and reluctantly took a sip and put it down, not meaning to brush her husband.

"You're here today, and you're really just talking about calligraphy?" The same question, the tone was not as stern as Fang Cai.

"Yes." Ye Zhiqiu smiled slightly: "But Madame has been taught by me, and she can't take it in vain, she has to repay something." ”

Mrs. Ye secretly thought, sure enough, there was an intention behind it, and immediately changed her face and reprimanded: "What are your ideas?" ”

Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Madame, don't worry, and listen to what I have to say." As he spoke, he took out a few papers from his sleeve and handed them over.

Mrs. Ye took it and looked at it, and said suspiciously: "This ...... What does this mean? Looking at what is written on this, it seems to be an official document copied by your Ministry of Rites on weekdays? What are you doing with me looking at this? ”

"Madam, don't care what is written on it, just read this person's words. I said today that I was talking about calligraphy with my wife, so I won't talk about anything else that is irrelevant. ”

Mrs. Ye was stunned for a moment, and took a closer look at it.

Ye Zhiqiu continued: "This person is the new master of my Ministry of Rites, he is still young, and like us, he is a calligrapher. He knew that I had some attainments, so he privately took the words and asked me for advice, but what he wrote was in regular script, not my strength. I tried to teach him, but I couldn't get to the point, so much so that he didn't seem to understand it. So I thought about showing it to my wife, and I would definitely be able to learn something. This is the official document he copied on weekdays, and I took a few of them. ”

When Mrs. Ye heard this, her face was obviously a lot soothed, she sat under the lamp and looked at it several times, and then said, "This person is indeed a young man, and his words are quite interesting. ”

"Oh? What do you mean by that? ”

"Words are like people, you look at his words, although the writing is small, but there is always a bit wanton, not very restrictive. It can be said that he is not restrained, and he is still in line with the rules when there are big ups and downs, and the places that are well written are quite orderly. I guess this person must have invited everyone to be a model since he was a child, so he can have such a pen. But ......"

"Huh?"

"But his words have a lot of flaws in the subtleties, and it is very strange if he is a famous teacher, but he has not corrected them."

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but secretly admire his wife's meticulous observation.

This word is the official document copied by the prince Li Chongyan in the Ministry of Rites on weekdays, the prince has been a master of calligraphy since he was a child, and he will naturally have the demeanor of a famous artist, but those teachers are afraid of the identity of the prince after all, and they dare not be too strict, so there is nothing wrong with the prince's words, but there are a bunch of problems when you look closely.

Mrs. Ye continued: "This person's calligraphy foundation is still shallow, and it will take time to improve, if it were you, there would be no need to say anything else, let him write more than a dozen wolf pens first, and he would naturally be able to go to the next level." ”

"What Madame said makes sense, but if he asks for advice, if I reply like this, it will seem a little perfunctory?" Ye Zhiqiu's face is difficult.

Mrs. Ye felt a little strange, how could a young man deal with her husband so cautiously? She lowered her head and thought for a while, and asked: "Just now you said that he is still young, and he can be the new chief bookkeeper of Liupin, isn't it the son of a powerful family in Beijing, so he doesn't dare to teach too strictly when he invites a teacher, and you have to be polite to him?" ”

Ye Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly and said, "Uh...... The lady in Beijing is also clear about those things, and every year there are not always one or two children of colleagues in the DPRK and China who are stuffed into various ministries to mix up...... His father's background is not small, but it is a ......" As soon as he said this, he hurriedly pinched his head and said: "Hey, let's not talk about these irrelevant things between the DPRK and China, let's just say this word." ”

The words were brought out by Mrs. Ye, but Ye Zhiqiu did not say it very consciously.

Although it was not a matter of urgency, Mrs. Ye felt that her husband did seem to have some sincerity in reconciliation today.

"Madame, when I got his handwriting, I thought that if I wanted to point out to him, I should copy his handwriting, so that it would be easier to detect where he was writing wrong. But there are a few words that I don't always learn, and I don't know how he wrote them like this, this, and this word. ”

Mrs. Ye looked along, asked her husband to write a few for comparison, looked at it attentively for a while, and said, "I understand." ”

"What does Madame understand?"

"Seeing words is like seeing people. You don't learn his words like it's because of your personality. ”

"Personality?"

"Yes, you have always been thoughtful in doing things, and when you write regular script, you don't hide it, and his words are not so thoughtful, and you are a little more casual when you write."

Mrs. Ye said, and picked up a few words, which was really more like the handwriting on the official document than Ye Zhiqiu.

"You see him, especially when he is skimming and closing the pen, he should not be restrained, but he likes to show off, and he must be a person who is usually a good person."

"Hehehe, I see, Madam really has a sharp eye, let me try." Ye Zhiqiu immediately followed a few, although it looked a little like it, but it was still unsatisfactory.

Once the two of them learned calligraphy, they had always forgotten the time, Mrs. Ye was teaching, Ye Zhiqiu was coming, and when it came to the common place, they had their own gentle and soft words, and they actually released most of the previous suspicions.

It's just that writing is quite painstaking, and Mrs. Ye couldn't help but pick up the half bowl of cold soup and wanted to take a few more sips, but was stopped by her husband.

"If you want to drink it, I'll heat it up for you." Ye Zhiqiu said that he was about to pick up the bowl and go out.

"No, you don't." Mrs. Ye stretched out her hand to stop her, she glanced at her husband, bowed her head and said, "No need...... In fact...... If you are willing to be as you are, it is better than anything else. For the rest, I don't have to ...... anything"

"Madam......" Ye Zhiqiu put down the bowl and gently took his wife into his arms, "I'm willing, I'm really willing." I have thought about it, we are all so old, although your husband is not as short as the Bihai people, he may not be able to stay with you for less than 10,000 days, we have escaped death since we were children, and experienced the hardships that ordinary people can't bear, which is the great blessing of our ancestors......"

When Mrs. Ye heard him mention the past, she couldn't help but complain emotionally: "This is what I have said to you thousands of times, why did you wake up today?" Flowers bloom in an instant, so why should you and I pursue those ethereal things? It's just that I don't understand, how can you suddenly change your mind and be willing to say such an obvious thing......"

Ye Zhiqiu sighed faintly and said, "You heard that Han Fu is dead. After his death, I woke up from a dream, and I felt that the things in this world, whether they were joys and sorrows, or Wang Kou's victory or defeat, were just a night of laughter in a hurry in the eyes of the gods. I'm also tired on a precarious day. ”

Mrs. Ye broke away from her husband's embrace, opened her eyes wide and asked, "Do you really think so?" How do you want me to trust you? ”