"Thank you for your kindness, but ...... We don't know each other, we're not friends! Ling Shaochen said coldly.

"You ......" An Xi's face turned red, embarrassed and faceless by Ling Shaochen.

Ling Shaochen actually said that they are not friends, they have cooperated many times, and the two of them also form a screen CP, how can they not even be friends.

Now Ling Shaochen said this, but because of a Su Xiaxia, he broke up with her!

In the end, all of this is Su Xiaxia's fault.

Ling Shaochen's gaze continued to fall on Su Xiaxia's body, ignoring An Xi's anger.

I saw that Su Xiaxia at this time picked up a brush in his hand and dipped it in ink a few times, and the action was even more beautiful.

Even standing quietly, it is like a beautiful landscape painting.

After being stained with ink, Su Xiaxia did not start writing, but waited for Lin Zixi on the side to write first.

Lin Zixi wrote a few words freely, and the onlookers around them let out bursts of exclamations and praised Lin Zixi's words.

"Lin Qianjin's calligraphy attainments are really amazing, if I hadn't seen her write it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was the work of a calligraphy master!" Someone slapped the sycophants.

There were more echoes around him, "Yes, such words can be written by a few people, Lin Qianjin's words are really very good, I, a person who doesn't know calligraphy, think it's good." ”

"It turns out that Lin Qianjin is the one who is deeply hidden, and it is really fortunate to see such calligraphy today!"

"I think Su Xiaxia lost this time, and she hasn't gone through professional study, how can her writing be better than Lin Qianjin!"

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The praise and discussion around made Lin Zixi even more proud.

Old Man Lin stepped forward, glanced at the words written by Lin Zixi, and praised with a smile, "Zixi, your writing is not falling, it is as good as before, not bad!" ”

Mr. Su Mo also took a closer look, although he didn't know much about some things of Chinese Sinology, but after seeing such calligraphy, he praised a few words, the state of Wenhua for five thousand years is different, and people can't help but sigh that it is too broad and profound.

Lin Zixi suppressed the smugness in her heart, and just replied modestly.

Then I looked at Su Xiaxia and saw that Su Xiaxia didn't write down, and I was even more sure that Su Xiaxia wouldn't be able to write it, so it was estimated that it would be grinding and delaying time

"Ah, Miss Su, why haven't you put pen to paper yet? Don't you know how to write, right? If you don't, you shouldn't have agreed! Lin Zixi's smug and provocative voice came.

Su Xiaxia chuckled, ignored Lin Zixi, and only then did she put down her pen and write a few words on the rice paper like flowing water.

When he saw the few words written by Su Xiaxia, the smug smile on the corner of Lin Zixi's mouth suddenly stiffened, and the faces of the people around him who were waiting to see Su Xiaxia's jokes suddenly sank.

The few words printed and dyed on the rice paper, ordinary people can immediately distinguish a superiority when they look at it.

Su Xiaxia's words are obviously much more powerful, and there is a domineering spirit in the words.

When the old man Lin on the side saw it, he was shocked. I didn't expect an eighteen-year-old girl to be able to write such words.

was shocked for a few seconds, praised without hesitation, and did not belittle Su Xiaxia because Su Xiaxia surpassed his own granddaughter.