Rebirth: 1990's Little Businesswoman

As soon as she got started with the brush, Xia Ruchu found the original feeling of inner composure. She held the pen with ink, slightly lowered her head, held the pen in her hand, and crossed the white paper quickly. The action was done in one go without a pause.

Just by virtue of her move, Fang Lei, sitting two meters away, was curious. When he looked at the little girl's pen holding posture, he still thought that she must be imitating Yiyuan. However, when he saw her non muddy action, he felt like a cat tickling. He wanted to see what she wrote.

Compared with Xia Ruchu's randomness, Fang Yiyuan is much more correct. She holds her pen in a very delicate posture and writes with every stroke.

After all, she is a young lady. She has been taught since she was a child. Although she hasn't held a pen for many years and is a little rusty, she begins to focus when she writes.

Xia Ruchu was the first to finish writing, but she had put down her pen in more than ten minutes.

Before long, Fang Yiyuan also stopped writing, and then stood beside her.

After seeing them finish writing, Gu Qinglian and Fang Lei came over. What they saw first was Fang Yiyuan's characters, which were as light as chrysanthemum, arranged neatly.

Fang Yixue wrote regular script, one stroke at a time, upright, neat and clean, and the font seemed a little beautiful. If she really said that the word was like a person, she was just like this word, both beautiful and upright.

Then their eyes moved to the words written by Xia Ruchu.

This dazzled me. There was a piece of graffiti on a piece of white paper. My eyesight was a little poor. I didn't know what the ghost was written.

Seeing the word she wrote, Fang Lei raised a shallow smile on his face. Subconsciously, he thought that Fang Yiyuan had won the game.

However, Gu Qinglian stretched out his hand to pick up the paper and read it along the font: "when the book comes to use, it hates less. It's not difficult to know what's going on."

"Your Zhang Cao is very good."

Finally, Gu Qinglian spoke a rare compliment.

At first glance, her font looks messy, but there is a lot of heaven and earth in it. She uses her pen to draw and break into links, and it is done at one go. It has rich changes and connected Qi and veins. The whole font is very unrestrained and free, which really achieves the characteristics of Zhang Cao.

The old man at home likes calligraphy, especially cursive calligraphy. Gu Qinglian's vision is absolutely sharp at this point.

Hearing his praise, Fang Lei was stunned.

"Admiral Gu, when it comes to calligraphy, I think Yiyuan is better than Yishou. Miss Xia's font looks messy and more chaotic than the draft. I really can't understand what's good."

He's just a businessman. If it weren't for his father's sake, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to get to know his family. At this level, he has less knowledge.

Fang Yiyuan also gathered together with some curiosity. After reading the two lines written by Xia Ruchu, she was shocked. Her father didn't understand, but it doesn't mean she didn't understand.

It seems that her view of her little sister has to change.

Thinking, she looked at Xia Ruchu, and then she found that even if she was praised, the little sister didn't have too many other emotions. She looked like she didn't care? This girl... She really doesn't know what to say.

"Dad, this font is called Zhang Cao. Miss Xia writes fluently and freely. People seem to be a real calligrapher. My regular script is not on the same level as others."

After hearing Fang Yiyuan's explanation, Gu Qinglian nodded and gave a serious, um.

Fang Lei's face didn't look good for a moment. What he just said was not obvious, so he hit himself in the face? Then his eyes crossed and stared at his precious daughter.

"General Gu, I think we can add another competition. Yiyuan has been in the army for so many years without a pen in her hand, and her calligraphy has regressed a lot. But Miss Xia is different. She holds a pen in school every day. In contrast, she is very unfair to Yiyuan."

"I think it's fair. I can play go just now, but Miss Xia can't. isn't that unfair to her? Moreover, I am 25 years old, six or seven years older than her, and I have eaten more salt than she has eaten rice. This competition itself is unfair to Miss Xia. "

Seeing that his father wanted to increase the competition again, Fang Yiyuan quickly opened her mouth to stop and joked. She didn't want to win.

"You bastard!"

Fang Lei was so angry that he almost didn't come up at one breath. He really wanted to beat her up. However, thinking of Gu Qinglian's presence, he just stared at her angrily. In addition, he really couldn't do anything.

Gu Qinglian heard their quarrel, but he was still very calm. After thinking for a while, he made a decision.

"Mr. Fang, in my opinion, Miss Xia is going to be better in this competition. Do you have any objection?"

After a few seconds, Fang Lei sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

Before they came to this small place, their two families had negotiated. If Fang Yiyuan lost, they would withdraw from marriage. If Fang Yiyuan won, Gu muxun would have to get married if he didn't get married.

Now that Fang Yiyuan has lost, it means that the two families can't get married.

The threshold of family care is so high that countless people tend to be attached to it, but his family has been reluctant for six years from the beginning of engagement to now. Now it's good, so it's her intention.

Thinking, Fang Lei's face didn't get better. After hastily saying hello to Gu Qinglian, he turned and left.

Fang Yiyuan quietly cheered Xia Ruchu, and then followed her father.

After they left, Gu Qinglian and Xia Ruchu were the only bodyguards in the venue.

The air is dry and cold. In winter, it is bleak. There is no green grass in summer, no green trees, but only withered grass on the edge of desolation, without any vitality.

"Miss Xia, I have a few words to tell you."

Gu Qinglian stared at her with his eyes without superfluous expression. His eyes were fierce and sophisticated, more like a deep spring, without revealing any emotion.

After these hours of competition, Xia Ruchu's heart has already changed from the initial unrest to the current calm.

Since knowing Gu muxun's family conditions, she knew that this day would always come.

In this world, if she wants to get anything, she will pay equal or unequal prices. She always knows this truth in her heart.

It was a long silence, until the astringent cold wind blew, Gu Qinglian finally opened his mouth.