At ten o'clock in the morning, just when the bell rang, Wen Yu moved.

Qi Qisu knew from the cat's previous memory that this was Wen Yu's habit every day, and at ten o'clock in the morning, he had to practice calligraphy and brush writing.

Wen Yu's brush words are strong and powerful, and every stroke has a stroke, and the pen is chic and elegant, like flowing water.

This Wen Yu's brush words, others don't know, if you know, you will be amazed, self-contained, comparable to everyone.

Wen Yu's pen, ink, paper and inkstone were given by Wen Yu's grandfather when he was twelve years old, just to let him practice more words, exercise his mind, and be mature and steady.

A person who can calmly practice calligraphy will not be the kind of impetuous person. Wen Yu poured the prepared water into the inkstone, and then gently grinded, slowly, some black ink seeped out of it, and the clear water was somewhat integrated and differentiated, and a unique picture was formed between the black ink and the clear water, just like a painting.

As the grinding and stirring continued, the ink and the water completely fused together, and the water gradually became cloudy, black, and the black became thicker and thicker.

After that, Wen Yu picked up the commonly used brush on the pen holder and began to write.

Qi Qisu stayed quietly by Wen Yu's side at this time, lying on the table, looking at Wen Yu.

It is said that serious men are the most attractive, this Wen Yu focuses on writing, if Wen Yu's casual clothes are replaced by ancient clothes, this Wen Yu is like the kind of handsome son in ancient times, and he must be loved by many young women.

Thinking about it, Qi Qisu lost his mind, and accidentally stepped on the ink with one paw, and then Qi Qisu was startled, jumped forward, and landed on the rice paper that Wen Yu was writing hard, leaving a few marks of cat paws on the clean rice paper.

It was originally a good word, if there was no Qi Qisu such a horizontal foot, I am afraid that this word could be hung on the wall for ornamentation, but such a good word was destroyed by Qi Qisu's few claws.

These claws are so obvious and abrupt that they can be noticed at a glance on rice paper.

Wen Yu's hand paused, stopped, and looked at Qi Qisu quietly.

Qi Qisu looked at Wen Yu innocently.

One person and one cat, looking at each other.

This is indeed Qi Qisu's own mistake, so in Wen Yu's clean and unadulterated eyes, Qi Qisu was a little embarrassed, but she did it wrong.

So Qi Qisu picked up his paws a little embarrassed and covered his face with his paws, leaving only two eyes still dripping and turning, looking quite elf and cute.

Wen Yu didn't know what he was thinking when he saw Qi Qisu's appearance.

Qi Qisu didn't want to stay here anymore, he really couldn't stand it, so he put down his claws and prepared to go to the side, anyway, this word has been ruined, what else can I do if it is ruined? Call her a cat to pay for it? How is that possible.

If she was still human, Qi Qisu could write one by herself and give it to Wen Yu, but she is a cat now, and she can't do anything at all, so she has to forget it like this, otherwise what else can she do?

Qi Qisu planned to ignore it, but when Qi Qisu's paws were put down, Qi Qisu saw that Wen Yu's eyes actually had a smile again.

Huh, smile?

Qi Qisu rubbed his eyes, looked at Wen Yu again, and then found that Wen Yu was still looking at him with a hint of a smile.