"Mother, I heard that my mother has a guest here, so let's take a look at ......" Before I saw anyone, I heard the voice of a girl outside.

It seems that there is more than one.

One by one, the girls walked in, and Lin Shuqing looked at the shoes on their feet again, feeling as if she understood something.

The footsteps just now seem to be not far away, looking at the fact that she has been waiting next door, waiting for her to write a poem and come over?

Lin Shuqing felt that her thoughts were a bit narcissistic, so she immediately put them behind.

"I've seen this girl,......," the girls saluted.

Lin Shuqing took a look, there were old and young, all of them were a group of girls with exquisite appearances and different temperaments, each of them was beautiful and distinctive.

Lin Shuqing also returned a salute.

"Mother is looking at something, so happy, I want to see it too......" said a little girl and leaned in.

"Auntie, I want to see it too."

The rest of the girls followed.

Lin Shuqiao didn't know why, so she stood aside and waited for a few people to surround her handwriting.

What Lin Shuqing didn't know was that on the periphery of the house, there were several men, looking at the direction of the door with some sadness.

They also wanted to go in and see the verses in their hands, but they were men, and it was not good for them to gather so many women to go to the guests, and they were still a girl younger than them.

Those little girls praised the verses, and finally turned their eyes to Lin Shuqing on the side.

Gao Xing stepped forward, took Lin Shuqing's hand and said, "This word is really well written, was it written by your husband?" ”

Lin Shuqing shook his head: "It was collected by my husband, some of the poems of my predecessors, my husband, in fact, is not good at writing poems." ”

"What about your husband?"

"My husband, I went far, far away, and I don't know where."

Lin Shuqing apologized to the Chinese teacher in her heart, don't come to her if there is anything wrong, this place is not good.

When the girl heard this, her face immediately changed to a look of pity: "My husband also went to the mountains and rivers, but not as far as your husband went." If you're bored in the future, you can come and play with me. ”

"Thank you, girl, I'll bring you something delicious later." Lin Shuqing also responded with a smile.

"Delicious food is free, I have a lot of delicious food at home, you can eat it. But ......" The girl's apricot eyes turned, and she looked at Lin Shuqing with some flattery.

"Would I like to see your husband's poetry row?"

"The verses are so well written that I could read them over and over again for half a day. If you can see more masterpieces, it will be a real joy in life! The girl said heroically.

After hearing this, the other girls also surrounded Lin Shuqing, smiling one by one.

Lin Shuqing smiled at these things, feeling like a small piece of meat from a hungry wolf, and they all wanted to eat her.

"Before my husband left, he burned all the poetry books, saying that he couldn't take them with him if he kept them......"

As soon as these words fell, she saw that several girls from the Xie family had changed their expressions.

"However, I did memorize some of them, and if the girl didn't dislike them, I would transcribe them." Lin Shuqing said.

It was the first time she had seen a group of young girls so obsessed with knowledge.

In other words, if she gave a book of 300 Tang and Song poems to someone's child, and asked to memorize it, she would definitely laugh worse than crying.

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it, I don't know what kind of pen and ink the girl is used to, I'll let people prepare." The girl immediately ran to Lin Shuqing and said.

Lin Shuqing doesn't really care about things like pen and ink, she is afraid that her writing will be ugly and ugly.

The words on this recipe were written carefully for many days before she could barely catch the eye.

There is also the one on this paper scroll, which she also practiced in advance.

It's better for her not to be ugly.

"My husband is different from other people's husbands, he doesn't like to use brushes, and he uses other pens to teach me to write. If there are too many words, I may not be used to using a brush......" Lin Shuqing smiled awkwardly.

Hearing something unusual, several people came to their senses.

"Oh, what kind of pen is that, I'll try to find it for the girl."

"Don't bother, just pick up a charred branch......"

In line with the principle of creating without it, the people of the Xie family quickly helped Lin Shuqing get the pen she wanted.

Lin Shuqing recalled the Tang and Song poems that she had memorized in her mind, picked a few pieces to write flowers and scenes, and transcribed them.

If it involves historical names and allusions or something, it's a foul.

So she can only pick some simple ones and don't cause trouble.

Every time she wrote one, several girls around her rushed to watch it.

Others, simply crawled on Lin Shuqing's desk, watched her write, read a word when she wrote, and never got tired of it.

Even the lady was not fascinated.

The old lady on the side smiled helplessly.

"Miss Lin, you only have one copy, can I transcribe a copy and take it back to read myself?" The enthusiastic girl asked again.

"Naturally, you can."

It's impossible, let her finish writing, and then rewrite and transcribe.

got Lin Shuqing's approval, and the girl sat down on the desk and wrote it intently.

A two-piece piece of paper immediately added a thick stack in front of her.

The girl looked at Lin Shuqing for a moment, looked at her attentive appearance, and gave the maids around her a look.

The maid took some out of the copied paper and brought it to the door.

The guards waited eagerly on the side of the door, and finally waited for their equivalent.

One person counted the sheets and read them intently.

Inside and outside the house, there was a lot of harmony.

Lin Shuqing can't remember how long she has been writing, she only remembers memorizing this person's poems, and that person's poems are not finished.

She is so glad that she has written so many verses since she was a child and has gone to college, which is really good.

"The day is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and you want to be poor for thousands of miles, and go to the next level." A young girl couldn't help but read out the poems written to Lin Shuqing.

"Where is this Yellow River? How come I haven't heard of this place name. ”

Lin Shuqing was stunned in his hand, and secretly felt that something was wrong.

"This Yellow River may be an unknown river, sister, you won't want to find this river, right?"

"The Yellow River, that is, the river water passes through a lot of soil, and the color of the river water washed out is yellow, which corresponds to the white sun above, and there is white hair floating green water, and the goose's paw plucks the clear waves...... Lin Shuqing responded a few words indiscriminately.

As soon as her words fell, a few little girls came to their senses.

"You haven't written this white-haired floating green water girl yet, why don't you write the next poem for us to see!"

Lin Shuqing: ......

Even after being beaten up in the exam all day, Lin Shuqing is not an automatic writing machine, and after writing for almost an hour, she feels that her hands are almost useless.

He put down the charcoal in his hand and shook his wrist.

Several girls next to him immediately surrounded them and said with concern.

"The girl is tired, I'll rub the girl's wrist, can you look at the strength?"

"The girl is thirsty or not, I will pour water for the girl......"

"What flavors of dim sum and preserves do girls like to eat? There are a lot of them in my yard, and I asked the maid to bring them to the girl. ”

One by one, they asked for warmth, and they were meticulous.