The blue-chip man loves the righteous woman: attacking the heart and capturing the love

Chapter 97
Seeing that she had prepared a pile of ink and rice paper, Mama Yu walked over curiously and asked, "Miss, what are you doing?"

"Practice calligraphy." She replied solemnly.

"Miss' handwriting is already very beautiful, why do you need to practice?"

She sighed: "You don't understand this. The characters I usually write are different from the characters I want to write now. What I want to write now is not called calligraphy. To put it more elegantly, it is called calligraphy."

"Oh..." Yu Ma nodded half-understanding.

"By the way, help me ink ink."

"Okay, how do you inkstone?"

"that's it……"

Shen Jiaman showed her the demonstration, and when she learned it, she spread out the white paper, held a brush in her hand, and began to write attentively.

After drawing stroke by stroke for a long time, he held up the blank paper and said, "How about Yu Ma? Does it look good?"

Yu Ma shook her head: "I don't understand this, it looks similar to the calligraphy and paintings in antique shops."

She chuckled: "It's not about the same, it's much worse. If my word is listed in an antique shop, it won't take long for the shop to close."

It doesn't matter if the writing is not good, it is king to devote oneself to cultivation.

I don't know how long it took to write, and I threw scraps of white paper one after another at my feet, and ink dripped all over the table. Seeing the scene was horrible, Yu Ma left her to continue writing alone, and went on to do other things.

This writing took most of the day, and she didn't know what time it was.

"Yo, I'm so elegant, I'm starting to write calligraphy."

The sudden voice behind her startled her, she turned her head abruptly, saw that it was Mu Yuanchen, and quickly covered his eyes with her hands: "Don't look, don't look, I can't write well."

"It's too late, I've been watching it for a long time."

"What?!" She let go of her hand and stared at him in embarrassment: "Why are you doing this? You're called peeping, do you know that?"

"In broad daylight, you put a table in the middle of the road. If I just walk over like this, you should say—" Mu Yuanchen imitated her voice: "Are you ignoring me, or ignoring my words?" where?"

Bending down to pick up a piece of white paper that was torn by her, she frowned and sighed: "Tsk tsk, this word..."

"What's wrong with this word?"

She asked in annoyance, look at his expression, he is so bad!
"It's really not flattering."

"Tch, you don't dare to compliment, someone dares to flatter you." She snatched it away: "Mother Yu said that my word is similar to the one sold in an antique shop."

"Then you hurry up and ask Mama Yu to put it away, and sell it all tomorrow."

Mu Yuanchen teased playfully, and she was so annoyed that she said, "I don't want to talk to you." Turning her back, she continued to write quickly.

It's really aggrieved, thinking that she, Shen Jiaman, is still a top student at the University of Zurich, but Mu Yuanchen made fun of her for writing ugly words, she can't be humiliated!

"No, you think my writing is not good. Could it be that your writing is great?"

She suddenly had an idea and asked curiously.

Mu Yuanchen smiled: "It's awesome, but compared to yours, it should be slightly better."

"Okay, then you write."

She handed the brush to his hand, took out the white paper she had written on half, and moved away to make room.

"Whose word do you like?"

"Whomever I like, will you write?" The tone is really arrogant.

"kindness."

"Wang Xizhi."

"What body?"

"Private body."

"it is good."

Mu Yuanchen's writing brush was lightly dipped in ink, and with a flick of the brush, a few lines of writing came out. Shen Jiaman was dumbfounded, and finally understood what flamboyance was.

"One day you and I sat in front of the court quietly, admiring the flowers and falling, laughing and talking about the fleeting time. Tonight, a hundred years later, we passed by each other, only to realize that we have seen all the colorful flowers and reds."

She read it silently and praised sincerely: "It's really well written."

"Is there any similarity? With Wang Xizhi."

"Like, very like, it is simply his authentic work."

"Idiot." He poked her forehead with his hand: "There are no authentic works of Wang Xizhi, and those handed down are all copies."

Shen Jiaman scratched her head in embarrassment: "But copying is also very good, I admire you now..." She began to act like a baby: "Mu Yuanchen, can you teach me?"

"Why do you learn this?"

"Improve your ability. In ancient times, women were required to be proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? You see that your handwriting is so good, but mine is so bad. What a mismatch between us."

"It doesn't matter. In my eyes, you are already talented and beautiful, and you don't need to improve any more."

She insisted: "Don't, even if it's not for the sake of being both talented and beautiful, you can also cultivate yourself. Think about it, you usually have a lot of business in the company and you can't accompany me in time. If I can pass the time by practicing calligraphy, then how can I do that?" Isn't it pretty good?"

Mu Yuanchen was a little shaken, and she took advantage of the victory to pursue: "Teach me, teach me..."

"Do you really want to learn?"

"kindness!"

"Okay then, I'll teach you."

He hooked his hands, and Shen Jiaman stood over. He circled her from behind, leaned into her ear and told her: "If you want to write well, you must first meditate, calm your mind, and calm your breath. From now on, close your eyes." Eyes, follow my feelings."

Shen Jiaman closed her eyes, Mu Yuanchen held her hand, and began to teach her to write stroke by stroke. She didn't think about the words she wrote, but felt its strength with her heart.

"All right."

She let go of her hand, and she opened her eyes immediately, but in the next second, her heart thumped, and she was stunned.

"Yiren Manman, the love of my life."

What first caught her attention was not the beautiful cursive script on the paper, but the simple eight characters.

She turned around and looked up at Mu Yuanchen. For a moment, she was speechless.

"Why are you writing this?"

"This is what I thought in my heart, so I wrote this."

"Thank you."

A thank you, from the bottom of my heart, doesn't need too many words, she understands it, and he understands it too.

"I don't need a perfect relationship, I just need someone who won't give up on me. I don't need a perfect relationship, I just need someone who will never give up on me."

"I am the man I am the man."

The sunshine that day was particularly warm. She leaned on Mu Yuanchen's shoulder, feeling the unforgettable happiness. Even when she recalled that afternoon many years later, she still felt that it was the best time she had ever experienced in her life.

Meeting Lin Chuan again, Shen Jiaman could hardly recognize him, but he still remembered her.

On the tree-lined avenue of the University of Zurich, Zhang Meili was happily gossiping when a voice came from behind: "Miss Shen."

The two turned their heads at the same time, and Zhang Meili asked suspiciously, "Who is this?"

Shen Jiaman thought for a few seconds, and immediately remembered: "... Lin Chuan?"

"Thank you for remembering me."

He stepped forward and smiled, his two dimples were deep and shallow.

"What a coincidence, why are you here?"

"Don't forget, I'm your elder brother."

"Oh, yes." She shrugged in embarrassment: "Then did you come to your alma mater for something? Or did you simply come here to remember?"

"Of course there is something." Lin Chuan chatted with them as they walked, "I'm not the kind of person who likes nostalgia."

"By the way, let me introduce you. This is my good friend Zhang Meili. You are fellow villagers."

Zhang Meili's eyes widened: "What fellow?"

"He is also from BJ." Shen Jiaman pointed to Lin Chuan.

"Wow, really?" Ya looked very excited, and hugged Lin Chuan: "When I see my fellow, my eyes are full of tears!"

Shen Jiaman chuckled, and patted Zhang Meili's shoulder: "Girl, you scare people."

Lin Chuan was also very surprised: "I didn't expect to meet a fellow from my hometown at my alma mater. It's really a fate."

"No, it's so predestined, let's have dinner together?"

"Okay, I'll treat you." Lin Chuan volunteered.

The three of them found a restaurant at home, sat down, and talked freely.

"Brother, where are you from BJ?"

After ordering, Zhang Meili tapped the table with chopsticks and asked casually.

(End of this chapter)