Zeng Xiaorui is practicing calligraphy, he needs to meditate since he was a child, so he learns calligraphy and painting. But I can't get tired, so I don't blindly seek to achieve a certain state, just as a pastime at home alone.

As soon as he finished grinding the ink and writing a few words, he heard a few taps from the floor-to-ceiling window, the tapping sound was very soft, and if it weren't for the silence in his room, it would have been almost inaudible.

Zeng Xiaorui paused, and didn't care, maybe it was the cat next door that ran over again.

I wrote another word, and I heard another knock on the floor-to-ceiling window, this time obviously knocking on the window frame.

Putting down the brush, Zeng Xiaorui walked to the window, opened the curtain and looked outside. The sun outside was shining white, and there was nothing strange about it.

"Knock knock", this time the knocking sound is more obvious and more urgent, coming from under the floor-to-ceiling window.

Zeng Xiaorui looked down and saw that a fat hamster was waving at him with its tongue out.

"Ahh

Zeng Xiaorui hurriedly opened the floor-to-ceiling door on the side and let Su Mu enter the house.

Su Mu ran into the house after a while, and the cement floor in front of the window just now could burn him enough, and after squatting for a while, it was estimated that his "balls" would be cooked.

Climbing up the desk along the legs of the desk, Su Musha breathed a sigh of relief. The air conditioner was turned on in the house, and the temperature was not very cold, but it was much cooler than outside.

Zeng Xiaorui suddenly had a little guest visiting, and he was very happy. Seeing Su Musha sticking out his tongue and blowing the air conditioner, he thought about it, walked out of the room, took a bottle of mineral water in, and then took a small glass cup from a shelf, poured some cold water and put it in front of Su Musha.

Su Mushale took a few sips of the small cup in his hand, and then he felt much more comfortable. Turning his head to look around.

The layout of this room is not the decoration of the boy's room at first glance, all the furniture is more luxurious mahogany furniture, museum shelves, large bookcases, large desks, carved beds, should be Zeng Xiaorui's aunt and uncle usually live.

On the desk, there is a piece of rice paper, on which are written a few brush words, and at first glance it looks like it has been practiced.

Zeng Xiaorui looked at Su Musha looking at his calligraphy, squinted his eyes and smiled, "My handwriting is okay, right?" I've been writing it for a long time since I was a child! I also wrote the words on the back of the 'elephant'! ”

Speaking of elephants, Zeng Xiaorui patted his head, bent down, dragged out the "elephant" from the desk, put it on a chair, and clicked the words on the back.

The "elephant" was estimated to be sleeping just now, and was dragged out all of a sudden, his eyes were still confused, he slowly shook his head, and saw Su Mushao poking his head out of the desk to look at him, so he woke up a little, and gave Su Musha a "Why are you here again" white eyes, shrunk his head by himself, and continued to doze off.

Zeng Xiaorui didn't continue to care about the "elephant", picked up the brush on the table, "Gray ball, stay by yourself for a while, I'll finish writing these words and then play with you." ”

Zeng Xiaorui is very quiet when he writes, in fact, he is not usually talkative, because no one will listen to him patiently. Even if someone is willing to listen to him, after a few words, the conversation will change:

"Are you tired?"

"Are you thirsty?"

"Don't talk so much, take a break."

"Don't get excited!"

Su Musha quietly squatted in the corner of the desk and watched Zeng Xiaorui write.

After writing a page, Zeng Xiaorui put down his pen and tilted his head to look at the little hamster squatting on the corner of the desk. The little hamster did not feel bored and bored, but leaned over and stayed by the rice paper and looked at it carefully.

Zeng Xiaorui smiled and pointed his finger at the little hamster's head, "Can you understand?" Pretend! ”

Su Mu shook his head, he really understood.

He had also practiced calligraphy for a while, but after all, he still couldn't make up his mind to write every day, and eventually he was abandoned.

Still, his handwriting is much better than that of his college classmates who type quickly and write like a dog.

He saw that Zeng Xiaorui wrote "Zhao Ti", and "Zhao Ti" refers to Zhao Mengfu's font, and Zhao Mengfu is called the "Four Masters of Regular Script" with Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, and Liu Gongquan.

Compared with the entry-level "European style", compared with the "Yan style" and "willow style" that are sought after by many people, Zhao style is a relatively "unpopular" font, and there are relatively few people who practice it, because "Zhao style" is more "sleek", the strokes are round and beautiful, and the attention is paid to Tibetan Feng, which looks very delicate. However, "Zhao Ti" is not written like Liuti and Yan Ti, which requires greater wrist strength and finger strength. Come to think of it, this is also the reason why Zeng Xiaorui learned Zhao Ti.

What's more, Zeng Xiaorui is copying Zhao Mengfu's version of the Tao Te Ching, and it is estimated that the purpose of writing calligraphy is also for self-cultivation and careful concentration.

Zeng Xiaorui left the desk, and the things on the table would be cleaned up by the nanny.

Walking to a small coffee table, Zeng Xiaorui beckoned, "Gray ball, let's see what you want to eat?" ”

Su Musha ran over and climbed up to the coffee table, on which there was a fruit bowl, which contained some cut fruits, watermelons, peaches, apples, etc., and the varieties were quite rich.

Zeng Xiaorui took out a toothpick from the side, looked at which piece Su Musha pointed, and forked it for him to eat, and he himself forked a few pieces and stuffed them in his mouth, well, the taste of the fruit today seems to be a little better than before!

Su Musha ate a few pieces of fruit, felt a little full, looked at Zeng Xiaorui's room and there was nothing fun, thought about it, ran to the chair with the "elephant", and climbed on the back armor of the "elephant". The back armor of the "elephant" is cool, and the belly is really comfortable! Su Mu lay on his stomach and narrowed his eyes.

Zeng Xiaorui ate a few more mouthfuls of fruit, looked at the dozing "elephant" and "gray ball", thought about it again, took out a drawing board from the side of the desk, turned out a piece of drawing paper and a pencil for sketching, found a suitable angle, and began to sketch slowly.

After eating and drinking, and the air conditioner with the right temperature was blowing, and because in Zeng Xiaorui's room, there was nothing to be aware of, so Su Musha took a nap for a long time.

By the time he woke up, it was already afternoon.

He got up and stretched, patting the back armor of the "elephant" under him, but the "elephant" did not respond, not knowing if he was still asleep or just too lazy to move.

Zeng Xiaorui sat in front of an easel, Su Musha ran over to take a look, yo, the painting is about himself and the "elephant", the painting is quite similar!

The outline of the picture and the basic relationship between light and darkness have been completed, Zeng Xiaorui is touching his chin and looking at the painting in front of the painting, not knowing what he is pondering.

Seeing Su Musha running over, Zeng Xiaorui happily scooped him up and put him next to the little hamster drawn on the drawing paper, and said in a daze: "Look, does it look like it?" Like not? ”

Su Musha climbed all the way up Zeng Xiaorui's arm and squatted on it, knowing that you painted like, do you want to be so proud?