Ke Mingxu looked at her distressed appearance, but felt a little funny, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her, "Don't be sad for me, life and death are determined, not manpower can be changed, everyone just needs to live their own life." ”

This sentence is similar to what Xie Chiying said. Also, if you always have to be sad for other people's lives, then your own life will only be sad.

Jinghu lifted his spirits, "It is said that Jiangnan people are outstanding people, Mrs. Ke's illness Yanjing's doctor is not good, maybe the famous doctor in Jiangnan will have a way, why don't we go all the way and inquire if there is any doctor who can treat such a disease." ”

Ke Mingxu nodded, "Okay." ”

Jinghu looked at him, he also looked at Jinghu, the two looked at each other for a moment, Jinghu looked away embarrassedly, afraid that Ke Mingxu would drive her away, and pretended to continue to draw her tricks.

Ke Mingxu didn't speak, and quietly watched her draw. One stroke at a time, she painted it very carefully, and it was by no means the "gluttonous" style she painted for him last time.

He could almost imagine that her skillful hands would soon leave a brilliant camellia on it, which would never wither.

Jinghu was only silent for a moment before opening his mouth again, "Master Ke, I also wrote to my family and friends today. But I didn't know how to learn before, and I wrote like a ghost. ”

"Do you have any poems that you have copied yourself, I want to learn to write from you."

Ke Mingxu said: "My handwriting is not very suitable for copying for women, it is not delicate enough." If the little county lord wants to learn to write, it is better to ask Sister Ying. Although her handwriting is not as good as her paintings, she is also the best among women. ”

"I don't." Jinghu raised his head and stared at Ke Mingxu, "I just want to learn your words, I think it's good-looking." Could it be that the glyphs written are still divided into men and women? It doesn't make sense. ”

She had actually written in imitation of his words on the acacia fan. It can't be said to be written, it's more like it's drawn.

This afternoon, she replied to Qingrou and them, and Li Yi, who was the least good at writing, also wrote much better than her. She was worried when she read her words, no wonder her mother always talked about her.

Ke Mingxu agreed very simply, "Okay, it's okay in the afternoon, sit in front of the window and listen to the rain, and silently say a word, and the little county lord will take it back first, imitating this meaning." ”

Jinghu suddenly had a hunch, "Won't it be Jiang Jie's "Poppy Beauty", right?" ”

Ke Mingxu chanted softly, and his eyes gradually fell on the window where it began to rain, "The young man listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles are dim. In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk's house, the temples have stars. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, one step ahead, bit by bit until dawn. ”

In his voice, Jinghu seemed to have slowly gone through the life of the person in the word.

He was older than her, had experienced more things, and was already an adult with no one to protect him. Two Jinshi, Xinke champion, Hanlin Xiu, these identities quickly turned him into another person.

The more I experience, the more I read such poems, the more emotional I always feel.

"It turns out that the little county lord has also read this word, and I thought that the little county lord only knows how to draw patterns and monsters."

Jinghu smiled and snorted lightly, "In addition to this, I also finished reading the "Pearl and Jade Words" that Master Xiao Ke borrowed from me last time." ”

"It just so happens that I don't really want to start with the simplest strokes, why don't you give me a word from "Zhuyu Words" every day for me to practice, okay?"

After all, they were still on the ship for a long time, and it didn't take much time to write a word, which was not too much of a request.

He quickly agreed, "It's good that the little county lord has such a heart, and it's not a trouble for me." Just don't give up halfway, and every day you have to give me your previous day's practice to see. ”

Of course, Jinghu was very happy, "As long as Master Xiao Ke doesn't dislike my handwriting, it's good." ”

"I don't dislike it." The night breeze entered the house, and the candle flame on the silver jar jumped. His tone was always flat and gentle. The longer I know him, the better I feel about him.

Always stable emotions and gentleness towards others are actually more precious than many things in the world.

Jinghu couldn't sit still, and glanced at the direction of the desk where Ke Mingxu was just now, "Study early, I see that there is still a lot of ink left in the inkstone of Lord Ke, so it's better to start today." ”

As she spoke, she stood up, walked to the place where Ke Mingxu was standing, moved a Taishi chair for herself, laid out the paper by herself, and wanted to write with a pen.

There was nothing around her to copy, so she wrote her name first, stroke by stroke, "Jinghu". Then he wrote his name, side by side with hers.

Ke Mingxu stood behind her, took another pen, and wrote the two names as well.

Up and down, high and low. Her words are about the gluttony of the calligraphy world, and the words are like her people, and Ke Mingxu's words are also the immortals of the calligraphy world.

The words are like her people, the words are like her people, she has a good-looking face.

He began to instruct her in writing, how to put down the pen, how to put the pen away, and how to make a word look muscular. Jinghu was rarely very serious, and tried hard to take his words to heart.

There was a sudden movement at the door, and Mr. Zhou entered the door without even knocking on the door, followed by Xie Chiying.

Seeing the scene in the room all of a sudden, Mr. Zhou took a step back as if he saw something he shouldn't see, and covered his eyes with his hands, almost stepping on Xie Chiying.

Jinghu was speechless, is this old man's energy always inexhaustible?

She glanced up at Ke Mingxu, then stood up, ready to say hello to Mr. Zhou. Ke Mingxu also said: "Teacher, Sister Ying, come in." But what is looking for me? ”

Mr. Zhou and Xie Chiying entered the door, and Xie Chiying first complained in a strange tone, "I said that you were going to knock on the door, and you still said that it was okay, if you stepped on my skirt, you had to pay for it." ”

Jinghu stood aside and grimaced with Xie Chiying. ruined her good deeds, and dared to tease her, she took great pains to teach her embroidery, and when she returned to the house, she had to let her know how good she was.

Mr. Zhou casually picked up the paper on the table and looked at it with a smile for a while, but he didn't say anything.

Jinghu felt that his handwriting was not good, and the comparison with Ke Mingxu was even more miserable, and he was a little embarrassed, so he snatched it over, "What are you looking for Brother Ke Shi?" ”