A peasant woman who wears a book and has a little field

Chapter 72 What are these words?
"Handwriting written with water is not very good-looking. The ground is easy to grind the brush. It is difficult to practice calligraphy." Lin Zixuan regretted that Li Qingyu might have written better if he had met a teacher who appreciated him a few years earlier.Now?Character habits are formed, and it is difficult to change the handwriting.Lin Zixuan held Li Qingyu's handwriting and read it carefully, and she was indeed solid, "The money given to you now is considered to be buying this word, and it is also considered money for your pen and ink."

Li Qingyu's face turned red. If possible, he would also like to buy pens, inks, papers and inkstones like other students.The Shanghai stock market is now gradually developed, and there are more rich people and more poor people.He is not worth mentioning.

The boss clicked his tongue, "I see you are a cultural person." Although the boss didn't see that Lin Zixuan could write before, now seeing that the handwriting is not bad, "Do you cherish talent or deliberately want to ruin a child." Li Qingyu said Ideals are good, anyone who can't write can write even with a bit of talent.It is not certain whether you can become a talent in this respect.He was already poor, but when the money ran out.

Lin Zixuan's mouth twitched. She wanted to ask about the water writing cloth, but she remembered that the water writing cloth only appeared after 2000, and it is not on the market now.

Li Qingyu was not convinced, "I will practice calligraphy well!" Lin Zixuan couldn't help laughing, he didn't write well, but he became a master later, and it was hard to find a word.After sealing the pen, the written words are even more valuable.She was holding the handwriting in her hand, the writing that Li Qingyu was writing now, and she didn't know if it would be worth money in the future.

Lin Zixuan walked around the wholesale market again, but didn't find anything new and good. Thinking that she could still catch the train when she went back, she simply carried her bag and prepared to go to the train station.

"Elder Sister." Li Qingyu finally found Lin Zixuan, and ran over panting, holding a few eggs in his hand.

"These are the eggs laid by the chickens at home. I think you haven't eaten yet." He noticed just now that Lin Zixuan seemed to have not eaten. He thought about how many eggs he still had, so he simply gave them to Lin Zixuan.

"Have you had your lunch?" Lin Zixuan looked at the eggs in Li Qingyu's hand, guessing in her heart that these eggs might be his lunch, and if she took them, he would be hungry.

"You can't go to school hungry, you don't know what the teacher is talking about." She went to class hungry, that kind of feeling, her mind always wanted to eat whatever she wanted.She didn't listen to what the teacher said at all.

Li Qingyu scratched his head, "But... I have nothing else to give you except eggs."

"Didn't you write for me?" Lin Zixuan chuckled, this child is really loyal, no wonder he can always help Li Mu.She just wondered how Li Qingyu, who was born and raised in Shanghai, knew Li Mu.

"No. The boss won't accept the handwriting. It must be written badly." Li Qingyu was in a hurry. He begged for a long time just now, but the boss just refused to let go. This shows that his handwriting is not very good at all.

"The boss doesn't like it, but it doesn't mean I don't like it. I liked it the first time I saw it. Carrots and cabbages have their own preferences. How do you know that I don't cherish talents?" Lin Zixuan sighed and decided to push this future The boss said, "I just read your handwriting, cursive script. It is not considered the standard cursive script handed down. But it has your own style." In the future of advocating individuality, Li Qingyu just shines brightly.

"So I thought you would be able to write well in the future." Lin Zixuan's eyes were firm, "You have to believe in yourself and don't be influenced by other people's words." She suddenly smiled. The two children have similar personalities. Two sentences, let their mood fluctuate.Seeing that he was about to give up, he even began to doubt himself.No wonder we can drink a pot together.

"Is it really possible?" Li Qingyu lowered his head and looked at the egg in his hand. Except for the teacher, no one supported him. From his fanaticism at the beginning to his self-doubt now.Now there is one more person who affirms himself, and he even spent money to buy his words.Make him feel a little more confident.In the end, he felt that Lin Zixuan was at a loss, so he took the time to find her, and wanted to give Lin Zixuan his lunch.Eggs are worthless, he only has eggs now.

"Self-doubt is the biggest taboo. If you don't believe it yourself, why persist." Lin Zixuan looked up and looked around, "Come on, I'll take you to dinner. From now on, you can call me auntie, don't say big sister. I'm older than you now." Afterwards, Li Muzhen got to know him and took him home.Do you want to say "in the future, each will discuss the relationship between each other"?
Lin Zixuan laughed just thinking about it.

Li Qingyu was not convinced, "How old are you. Why are you called Auntie? Our teacher still calls me Sister."

Could it be that pretending to be tender started a long time ago?Feeling powerless, Lin Zixuan looked for a nearby state-run restaurant, and she ordered fried pork and noodles in clear soup.Li Qingyu was not Li Mu. Li Mu was born of the original owner after all. She would not be suspected of spending money on Li Mu.The first time we met, Li Qingyu was invited to eat braised pork and other stir-fried dishes. He thought he had some intentions.

"Do you like to burn things?" Lin Zixuan couldn't bear it while waiting for the meal, and finally expressed the doubts in her heart.

Li Qingyu was stunned, then subconsciously raised his finger and pointed at himself, "Me? Burning things?" He began to doubt himself again, thinking when did he like burning things.

"I don't like to burn things. Things are expensive." Li Qingyu thought clearly and was sure of his hobbies. He didn't have a hobby of burning things.

"Then don't burn everything impulsively. Burning things is not a good habit. Stay away from the fire in the future. Pay attention to your personal safety..." Lin Zixuan took the opportunity to teach, how valuable the words he wrote these years will be in the future. Are those paper?Those are all money.

Li Qingyu blinked and doubted himself again. Could it be that he likes to burn things but didn't realize it?
"Don't worry, I don't have many things in my house, and I will never burn anything." Li Qingyu swore, not only to Lin Zixuan, but also in his heart.

Lin Zixuan was satisfied. Since he could make a guarantee, he would definitely not burn it in the future.

"How do you understand the saying that a scholar dies for his confidant?" Lin Zixuan knew that Li Qingyu had started to give up burning things, so she took the opportunity to ask him what he thought of Li Mu in the future.

Li Qingyu was thoughtful, "If I can meet someone who appreciates my calligraphy, I am willing to give him all my calligraphy and paintings."

"If you haven't met it all this time, you're probably depressed and unhappy, and you probably won't be able to write in the future."

This explanation is very clear to Li Qingyu, Lin Zixuan finally understands, he is not writing at all, but pursuing spiritual approval.

"I see you were holding eggs just now. So you live with grandma?" Lin Zixuan squeezed her head and still couldn't remember whether Li Qingyu had parents, whether he died young or lost him.

Li Qingyu lowered his head slightly, feeling a little depressed.

(End of this chapter)