Ye Nanxing's hand pulling the door stopped in mid-air.

Qin Jiu can also write calligraphy?

Curious, she pushed open the door and came out to the door of Qin Jiu's room opposite.

In the afternoon, the maid cleaned the room, and the doors and windows were open for ventilation.

There is not only rice paper on the desk, but also a pen holder and inkstone.

On the rice paper, there was not a word.

I can't hold a pen, but I still use an inkstone?

It's really not very capable, and there are a lot of problems.

Ye Nanxing pursed his lips disapprovingly, turned around to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a roll of rice paper inserted in the pen holder, with faint ink.

Let's see what kind of virtue you write!

Ye Nanxing stepped into the house, and suddenly remembered Qin Jiu's voice in his mind.

"The next time I enter my room, I'll stab you blind and disguise it as an accident."

The right foot stretched out, instinctively retracted.

Ye Nanxing hesitated for a few seconds, but she still couldn't control her curiosity, and seeing that there was no one left and right, she walked over quickly, carefully pulled out the roll of rice paper from the pen holder, and carefully unfolded it in her hand.

On the rice paper is a picture of a lotus flower.

A few strokes, revealing spirituality.

Since childhood, he has studied calligraphy and painting with his grandfather, and Ye Nanxing still has some appreciation.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she had to admit that the painting was very well painted.

Ye Nanxing looked sideways at the end of the painting.

"Gift to grandpa

Qin Jiu's clumsy work"

The date of payment is yesterday's date.

It turned out to be ...... Qin Jiu painted?

Downstairs, there was the sound of a car horn.

Ye Nanxing rolled the painting, stuffed it back into the pen holder, and quickly slipped back to his room, closed the door tightly, and listened attentively.

After a while, the three of them went upstairs.

Qin Jiu returned to her room with the birdcage and takeaway, closed the door and locked it, she opened the birdcage and let the snowball move freely, spread the rice paper and grind the ink.

Holding the pen and dipping the ink, the pen walks the dragon and snake, and the four wild grass characters wave the pen.

"It's rare to be confused"!

Write the date, take out the lockbox from the cardboard box in the cloakroom, enter the code to open it.

The top layer of the box is divided into two compartments, with more than a dozen private seals of different sizes on the left side and more than a dozen bank cards on the other side.

There seems to be a mezzanine underneath, and I don't know what to put there.

Most of the bank cards are black, and only two are gold, which is extremely delicate.

Some of them were cards in foreign languages, apparently from foreign banks.

Qin Jiu casually picked out a private seal from the pile of private seals and printed it on the paper with red clay.

Two words, the ancient seal -

Leave it blank.

In the painting for her grandfather, she did not use a blank name, but used her real name.

Because my grandfather said that he preferred her paintings to blank spaces.

Putting the seal back into the small lockbox and closing the lid of the box, Qin Jiu turned around and walked into the bathroom.

By the time she finished her shower and supper, the ink had dried.

Rolling up the painting, she casually stuffed it into the pen holder, thought about it, and pulled it out again and put it in the lockbox.

Putting away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, Qin Jiu turned off the light and lay down on the pillow.

In the opposite room, Ye Nanxing listened to the movement here, and made sure that Qin Jiu didn't find out what she was peeking at, so he secretly sighed and sat back in the chair.

Holding the brush again, she carefully wrote several different fonts in order to bring them to Ikeno for review.

Picking up the things on the table, his eyes fell on the photo of "Koukou Wonton" on the computer screen, and Ye Nanxing's heart skipped a heavy beat.

Don't......

The words in the wonton shop were written by Qin Jiu?

After a moment of nervousness, she quickly calmed down again.

Even if Qin Jiu writes well, as long as she doesn't mention it, no one will know the truth of this matter.