My Sisters Excel in Both Literary and Martial Arts - Chapter 340
[Chapter 337 Holding a gun…(first update)]
Jing Zhe is already looking for Yu Sheng’s proposal, and if he tells him that he can transform Yu Xiangrong from a cute baby into a normal person, he will definitely agree, right?
Through a short conversation with Yu Xiangrong, he could find that Yu Xiangrong’s “coquettishness” was mostly due to her being too isolated in her life. As long as she could see more of the outside world and communicate more with the outside world, he would believe her. Will enlighten you.
But it was getting late today, and it would probably be dark in another hour. He still had things to do, so he planned to mention this matter to Yu Sheng next time.
“Don’t worry, with my relationship with your father, as long as I say something for you and let me take you out, your father will definitely agree!”
“Really?”
“Of course, I never lie to women, especially Such a beautiful woman like you!”
“…”
Yu Xiangrong had never heard of such slanderous words before. He instantly blushed and lowered his head. He was still thinking that this person was so strange. He also looked gentle and seemed gentle. Yeah, why are the words you say so… so Meng Lang?
I originally thought that Yu Haixing came to complain just now, saying that he personally said that he wanted to marry her – Yu Xiangrong only thought that Yu Haixing made it up himself, but now it seems that it may really be him!
Thinking this way, he couldn’t help but feel a little scared. He glanced at Jing Zhe timidly and took a small step back, as if this would make him safer…
Jing Zhe didn’t pay attention to her reaction, but continued to smile: “But I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it today. I have something to do today and I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay for long. How about I pay for your handwriting first?”
“No… don’t…”
Yu Xiangrong said subconsciously.
“Since I ruined it for you, I have to compensate you. Why not? Besides, you write so slowly. If you can’t finish it later, it will be dark and you forget tomorrow. What should I do?”
This is what Yu Xiangrong is worried about. question, but still bit his lip stubbornly and said, “If I can’t finish writing, I won’t have to rest at night…”
“…”
Looking at her cute and innocent look, Jing Zhe was amused.
I was still thinking that she was stubborn, and if she just wrote casually, she would be able to write quickly, but she just wrote stroke by stroke, meticulously, so naturally it was slow.
“Why are you putting so much effort into it? Let me write it!”
“No!”
This time, Yu Xiangrong was much tougher: “I…my handwriting is so…good-looking…such good words…you can only use good words.” Written!”
“…”
At this moment, Jing Zhe suddenly realized.
It turns out that even though she knew that her slow writing would risk forgetting the original words, she still wrote so straightly because she was afraid that her poor handwriting would tarnish the poem!
After Jing Zhe heard this, he didn’t know whether he should thank her or not.
“Don’t worry, my handwriting is very beautiful. Well, it’s even more beautiful than yours!”
To be fair, it’s really rare to be able to write such beautiful handwriting without anyone’s guidance, but it’s hard to compare to Jing Zhe. In comparison, it’s still far behind.
“Are you…really?”
Yu Xiangrong said naively.
“You’ll know after you take a look.”
As he said that, he walked forward. Yu Xiangrong was so frightened that she stepped back again. She stumbled on a stone chair and almost fell. Fortunately, Jing Zhe had quick eyesight and quick hands to hold her up.
It had only been half an hour at most, and the two had already had three physical contacts. Yu Xiangrong was a little dazed, but Jing Zhe didn’t deliberately take advantage of her. After helping her, he quickly let go.
Although he is an LSP, he is a principled LSP and will not just take advantage of others casually.
This move gave him a lot of points. Yu Xiangrong tilted his head and watched him walk to the stone table. He didn’t know what was going on in his little head.
…
Jing Zhe picked up the brush and started writing in no hurry.
Instead, he turned to Yu Xiangrong and said: “Writing is like fighting, and holding a pen is like holding a gun. If you can’t hold the pen well, how can you write well?”
Holding a pen is like holding a gun…
Yu Xiangrong is still the first. It was the first time she heard this, but she was so obsessed with poetry that she understood it after thinking about it for a while. When she looked at Jing Zhe again, her eyes became bright.
“Look how I hold it.”
After saying that, Jing Zhe picked up the pen in the correct posture and turned his hand back and forth several times to let Yu Xiangrong take a closer look.
Yu Xiangrong nodded and said: “Well… I saw it… it feels about the same as mine… but you seem to… use more force…”
“It looks the same, but there is a big difference! But it’s too late today, I’ll teach you how to hold the gun step by step next time… Bah, hold the pen!”
Yu Xiangrong couldn’t understand the mystery and just nodded.
“Studying books requires perseverance, and practicing calligraphy requires hard work. A straight heart means a straight pen, and a pen will be written in the heart.”
After saying that, Jing Zhe was about to write, and said: “These are the formulas I tell you when writing, like you Although self-taught is powerful, after all, he has not received formal training, and the upper limit of the words he can write is not high. You must memorize the following formulas!”
Seeing Yu Xiangrong nodding, Jing Zhe began to write.
Yu Xiangrong was a little afraid of him just now, but seeing that he spoke eloquently and that he had not taken advantage of her before, she had the courage to go up to Jing Zhe and stand next to Jing Zhe to watch.
Jing Zhe writes with spirit, his writing moves like a dragon and a snake, and his words are clear in his mouth.
“The writing should not be far from the point, and the turns should be round and revealing. If there is a drop, it should be closed, and the outline should not be mediocre. The left hanging should be vertical, and the right should be straight and sharp. The stroke is like a golden knife, and the stroke is like a rhinoceros horn. There is no slack in the stroke, and the layout is clever. Heart.”
Jing Zhe didn’t read slowly, but he wrote very fast.
When he finished reading, he had also written the last word.
And Yu Xiangrong stood aside, originally using her eyes and ears together, reading his words and listening to his formulas, but when Jing Zhe’s words fell on the paper, her brain was not enough, and her ears I couldn’t listen to anything anymore, I could only look at the smooth and powerful handwriting on the paper, and I was in a daze…
How could there be such beautiful words in this world?
Originally, Yu Xiangrong was very satisfied with her calligraphy. When Jing Zhe taught her just now, because she was shy, she didn’t say she disagreed, but she wanted to refuse in her heart.
My handwriting… isn’t bad…
But now when she saw Jing Zhe’s handwriting, she blushed.
Compared with his handwriting, my own is worthless!
Looking at Jing Zhe again, his neck was also red, and his head was lowered, as if it was hanging into his chest… After
Jing Zhe finished writing, he said with a smile: “Although the formulas I just read to you are the most basic ones for learning calligraphy. Things, but considering that you haven’t studied them systematically, it is still very useful to you. How about it, but you have written it down?”
Yu Xiangrong’s face turned red, just like a student who happened to be asked a question by the teacher when he was distracted in class. Still standing uneasy, he finally shook his head.
He also explained in a low voice: “I, I… I was just looking at what you wrote… I forgot… I forgot…”
“…”
——Thank
you to the confused Traveler Mr. Ji for the 100 starting coin reward, Thanks to Yuan Yan for the 500 starting coin reward. Long time no see. Thanks to 233 Big Foodie and Maomao for your continuous tips, thank you!
(End of chapter)
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