"It's been a good day for a few days, but who knows if it will snow in a few days, let's wait and see!"

While speaking, Li Changxun and Gong Xuliang walked into the cave.

"Old Litou, what do you think I got?"

Gong Xuliang held the olive green satchel he was carrying cross-body and winked at Li Changxun.

"What good things can you get? Isn't it just a rotten pen and a rotten inkstone? ”

"Hmph, I know you've seen a lot of good things, but you don't have to hit me like that, besides, it's not those things that I admire, but calligraphy, calligraphy, you know?"

Gong Xuliang was so angry that he took out the contents of his bag directly, and wanted to fall on the table angrily, but when he was about to get to the table, he carefully put it down.

"Look, look, this is no worse than yours, I will never borrow anything from you stingy ghost in the future."

Li Changxun flipped through the pages of the Ouyang cultivation book copied by Qingping, and his eyes gradually straightened.

"Look at this paper and ink, it should have been copied recently, tell me quickly, who gave it to you, did you go to the provincial capital? Have you seen Xiao Qin? ”

"He? He's a busy man right now, and I'm not going to see him. ”

"Then who copied this, and do you know other calligraphers?"

"Hehe, calligraphy everyone, people don't admit that they are calligraphers, how about it, she's amazing!" Gong Xuliang couldn't help but sigh.

"Well, it's a little worse than Xiao Qin, but it's already very level."

"Quick, hurry up and take out your copybook, that one is copied by Xiao Qin, compare and see, how much worse it is."

A person's figure flashed in front of Li Changxun's eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but dim for a moment, "Xiao Qin didn't reach that level at that time, but now it should be okay!" ”

"It wasn't written by Xiao Qin, who wrote it, and you know other better calligraphers."

"A friend, no more."

Li Changxun opened the drawer of the table with the key, and carefully took out a copy of the notebook, "Look at it, be careful." ”

"Look at your stinginess, don't worry, I won't borrow you."

This calligraphy was only given to him for a day to copy, but he still had to live here, it turned out to be his deceased friend's belongings.

Gong Xuliang carefully flipped through it, compared it with the one in his hand, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Lao Litou, have you ever borrowed this notebook from others? There is also the notebook written by Xiao Qin himself. ”

Li Changxun thought for a while, "I lent it out, what's wrong?" ”

"How long has it been borrowed? He copied this from me, and he took Xiao Qin's book home for more than a month! ”

"How is it possible, it seems that she is very talented in this area, a genius."

Gong Xuliang and Li Changxun are not talking about one person, this is a beautiful misunderstanding.

"A genius?" Li Changxun frowned and smoothed his goatee, he was much stronger than him, but the burden on the child's body was too heavy, and he was delayed.

......

After returning from the provincial capital, Qingping seized the time to sew the insoles she took from Shuai Shuai's house with colored threads, and she spent a lot of effort in order to sew beautiful flowers.

The next morning, she used a batch of thin, soft canvases of lattice and floral flowers, cut them into squares of different sizes, sewed the edges, and made handkerchiefs.

At noon, she came to Shuai Shuai's house.

"Girl, you've put a lot of effort into this, grandma can't just let you work in vain."

Grandma had to give Qingping money, so Qingping took out the handkerchief.