The champion of protecting flowers in modern times

On a September day, the night wind was cooler, and under the faint light, Henry Zhang had a beautiful face in his eyes.

Delicate and beautiful, graceful and clear, with bright eyes and white teeth, the crooked eyebrows were slightly frowned, and although the panic in the clear pupils gradually faded after the gate of the guard room was opened, it still showed a bit of fear. She wore thin and simple clothes, and her hair was simply tied up, with a few strands unknowingly untied and blowing in the night wind.

The cold mist spread around, the lips were slightly white, and the posture was charming.

"Miss Ling..."

Henry Zhang opened the door and spoke in surprise.

Standing at the door was the girl I met in the library, Ling Yuyan.

At this time, Ling Yuyan was holding an ordinary-looking handbag in his hand, and subconsciously curled up in the cool wind. Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, he immediately raised his eyes, his eyes flashed a bit of surprise, "You... … Henry Zhang?”

Although there was a handsome guard in the guard room, most of the girls in this dormitory building had spread the rumors early in the morning, but Ling Yuyan didn't know it.

"Miss Ling, come in first." Henry Zhang said with a smile, and when Ling Yuyan stepped in, he closed the door casually.

Ling Yuyan looked at Henry Zhang and said gratefully, "Thank you..."

I came back late tonight, if it wasn't for Henry Zhang, I might not have been able to come in so easily.The aunt from before, I'm afraid it will take a lot of talking to wake her up.

"You're welcome." Henry Zhang's eyes fell on Ling Yuyan's face, the face that was slightly pale by the cold wind gave people a feeling of pity and care.

"Miss Ling, go into the guard's room and drink a cup of hot water to warm yourself up." After Henry Zhang smiled and said, before Ling Yuyan could speak, he turned and walked back to the guard's room.

Ling Yuyan hesitated to speak, seeing that Henry Zhang was already walking towards the water dispenser with a cup, he hesitated for a moment, and walked in lightly.

A faint scent of ink invaded immediately.

Ling Yuyan turned sideways involuntarily, and a look of surprise flashed across her face. The Four Treasures of the Study on the table had been completely placed, but there was not a single word left on the white paper.

"Thank you...... Are you practicing calligraphy?"

Ling Yuyan took the hot boiling water that Henry Zhang handed over, holding the cup in both hands, a burst of warmth immediately spread all over her body, and then she couldn't help but speak softly.

"Practice calligraphy?" Henry Zhang was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, "That's right."

"You are very studious."

Ling Yuyan saw Henry Zhang twice, the first time he was fascinated by reading in the library, and the second time is now, preparing to practice calligraphy in the middle of the night.

"I have always been eager to learn." Henry Zhang was not humble.

Ling Yuyan smiled, and gently blew on the hot water in the cup, "By the way, you are not a student? There is no night shift for work-study programs."

Henry Zhang nodded, opened his mouth suddenly, and stopped talking...

"What do you want to ask?" Ling Yuyan noticed Henry Zhang's expression.

"Miss Ling, may I ask... how to write the format of the review letter?" Xiao Zhuangyuan was really ashamed to ask such a question.This is a problem that he only realized when he was about to start writing. It is not easy to knock on the door of bedroom 106 at this time.Otherwise, it would definitely be the high heels thrown by Xiao Xiao and his daughters to greet him!

"Review letter?" Ling Yuyan took a careful look at Henry Zhang, and suddenly realized, "No wonder I feel a little familiar, the person who punched Company Commander He on the rostrum today is you."

At that time, the team phalanx where Ling Yuyan was located was relatively far away from the rostrum, and he did not see Henry Zhang's appearance clearly.

Hearing this, Henry Zhang touched his nose in embarrassment and smiled.

Ling Yuyan understood that the reason why Henry Zhang asked about the format of the review letter should be because of what happened today.

"Is there any pen and paper?" Ling Yuyan would naturally not refuse.

"Have."

Henry Zhang looked happy, and immediately stepped forward, picked up a writing brush familiarly, lightly dipped the tip of the pen in some ink, and said in his mouth, "The four treasures of the study that were just prepared tonight."

"Miss Ling, please..." Henry Zhang handed the brush to Ling Yuyan.

Ling Yuyan couldn't help but widen her eyes a little, and said in surprise, "Use... use this to write?"

"Of course." Henry Zhang nodded, and at the same time pointed to the roll of blank paper with tears in his eyes, "I don't know if this ten-foot blank paper can write [-] words."

"Are you going to use a brush to write a [-]-word self-criticism?" Ling Yuyan was even more surprised.

Henry Zhang nodded again, and carefully cut out a small part of the white paper, "Miss Ling, please write down the writing format."

Ling Yuyan took the brush with puzzled eyes, but she still put down the cup in her hand, leaned over and moved the tip of the brush to the top of the white paper, and gently wrote the words "review letter" with skillful brushwork, and then turned her face to ask , "Who is the review written for?"

"Vice Principal Su Shengji."

Ling Yuyan stared blankly, then turned around and wrote a row of delicate handwriting on another line: Dear Vice President Su.

"The following is the content of the body of the review, and the final conclusion is the signature and time." Ling Yuyan gestured with a pen.

Henry Zhang understood, and said happily, "Thank you Miss Ling."

Henry Zhang picked up the sample written by Ling Yuyan and observed it for a while. Ling Yuyan took a sip of hot water from the water cup and smiled. She was quite confident in her calligraphy, so Henry Zhang asked her to use a brush to write the review She was just surprised by the format of the book, and didn't feel too embarrassed.

What puzzled Ling Yuyan was that Henry Zhang really wanted to write a [-]-character review on this roll of white paper?

This is definitely an idea that you must have great confidence in your calligraphy.

"What do you think of my handwriting?" Ling Yuyan asked curiously.

"Uh..." Henry Zhang glanced again, "It's okay..."

At this time, Henry Zhang had already picked up the writing brush, dipped some ink in it, moved the nib lightly, thought for a while, and waved the nib momentarily, like flying dragons and phoenixes. The nib seemed to be a smart elf jumping on the white paper. The aroma spread into the guard room.

The three words fell down like flowing clouds and flowing water.

It seems to be only in the blink of an eye.

Review book!

And it's not the modern simplified characters, the three characters are all traditional characters, and in Ling Yuyan's view, there is a slight deviation from the traditional characters he knows.

Just three words, immediately made Ling Yuyan's eyes dull, and his eyes fell on the three words in an instant. The three words 'Review' seemed to contain endless magic power, attracting people to watch.

This kind of writing power is not inferior to the works of masters.

Ling Yuyan glanced at the words written by himself on the sample board next to him, and then compared the three words written by Henry Zhang now, and suddenly looked ashamed. Compared with this, he almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

What a shame!

"Henry Henry..." Ling Yuyan's lips moved, but he still couldn't help but say, "You... are you really writing a review?"

"That's right." Henry Zhang glanced at the three words he wrote, shook his head and sighed, "It's a little handy."

Obviously a little dissatisfied with the words I wrote.

Ling Yuyan glanced at Henry Zhang faintly, and after a while, said, "Do you know that Vice President Su has another identity?"

"What identity?"

"He is the president of the Shanghai Calligraphy Association. At Fuda, he is only in charge of one course, calligraphy elective!"

Henry Zhang was overjoyed immediately, "Then just ask him to enlighten me."

The corner of Ling Yuyan's mouth twitched lightly.

She has seen Su Shengji's calligraphy, and she indeed has a skill that ordinary people can't match. However, after seeing Henry Zhang's calligraphy tonight, Ling Yuyan compared it, and finally came to a conclusion: Henry Zhang's calligraphy, Inferior to Vice President Su Shengji.

"Are you really writing a self-criticism...for Principal Su?" Ling Yuyan couldn't help asking again.

Henry Zhang nodded truthfully.

Ling Yuyan's expression became a little weird. She could imagine the expression of Vice Principal Su Shengji after reading this review letter.Asking Henry Zhang to write a review would naturally punish him. However, when Su Shengji discovered that Henry Zhang’s handwriting on the review book was not inferior to his own...

What will that look like?

Ling Yuyan couldn't help showing a smile on his face, took another deep look at Henry Zhang, put down the cup that had already finished drinking water, and smiled, "Zhang Yang, thank you, I should go back to the dormitory now."

Henry Zhang nodded, suddenly remembered something, took out a glowing red apple from the bag next to him, and smiled, "Miss Ling, eat an apple."

Ling Yuyan thought for a while, took the apple, then turned and left the guard room.

When he got close to the stairs, Ling Yuyan stopped, looked at the light that was still on in the guard room, looked down at the apple in his hand, couldn't help smiling, and said to himself with a smile, "That's a good nerd." Turning around , The figure quickly disappeared above the stairs.

After Ling Yuyan left, Henry Zhang didn't stop what he was doing.

The pen moves straight down, with a sharp edge carrying a majestic aura.

It is like the majestic momentum of rolling mountains and rivers.

"Zengzi said, I examine myself three times a day. Yesterday's reckless behavior is not what a gentleman should do."

Since it was after writing the review book, what Henry Zhang wrote naturally reviewed his behavior as much as possible, but the momentum carried by the sharp pen was like a galloping horse, and the momentum was like a rainbow!

The brush strokes quickly, and it falls on the white paper like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Henry Zhang's writing speed is getting faster and faster. If someone who knows calligraphy sees this calligraphy at this moment, he will definitely feel a murderous aura rushing towards his face at the first time.

Gold and iron horses, swords and swords.

It's not like a review, but General Yue's Man Jianghong.

In the dead of night, the lights in the guard room stayed on until late at night, and when it was approaching dawn, the lights were turned off with a long sigh.

In the early morning, only the white belly was exposed in the sky, the ground was wet with dew, and there were already a few figures of morning exercise on the school road.

boom! boom! boom!

There was a knock on the door of the guard room.

Henry Zhang opened his dazed eyes, put on his clothes and opened the door, and was startled for a moment, "Tieying?"

It was Jun Tieying who appeared in front of his door early in the morning in a wheelchair.

There were no stairs on the first floor of the dormitory floor, so Jun Tieying could get here by herself.

"Henry Zhang, please open the door for me."

After Henry Zhang took the key out to open the door, he didn't go back, but pushed Jun Tieying slowly towards the direction of the sports field.

Neither of them made a sound, quietly enjoying the fresh morning breath.

The morning exercise students are running easily, always ready to welcome the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

"I'm used to getting up early." Jun Tieying glanced ahead, spread her hands, and said softly, "Breathing the freshest breath from the earth. This feeling makes people feel more comfortable than ever before!"

"Everything in the morning is full of vigor and vitality. At this moment, even..." Jun Tieying's eyes flashed a wave, "I feel that my legs may be alive."

Of course, Jun Tieying understood that this was her illusion.

However, she likes this illusion.

At this moment, Henry Zhang thought for a while, walked around the wheelchair and walked in front of Jun Tieying, opened his mouth seriously, and asked tentatively.

"Tie Ying, do you mind if I touch your leg?"

……

(ps: One red ticket touches my leg once, two tickets touch my leg twice, and so on, hurry up and smash the ticket, those who support me are not allowed to touch my leg, I promise it with my body.)