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The ink smears flow freely on the rice paper, which is elegant and elegant, but also has a sense of grandeur and boldness.

Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the handwriting on the table, a hint of trickery flashed in his slightly frowning eyes.

"Sigh, it's really not as good as what I wrote back then, whether it's the artistic conception or the consideration of writing, it's a bit worse."

Just as he was moaning secretly, a curious head suddenly poked out from the side of his shoulder——

"Wow!"

"Le Yao, when did you come up?"

Jiang Feng's serious face broke into a smile, and asked gently.

"Hmph, it's been a while, probably when you wrote 'I hope I'll be drunk and never wake up'?"

Nan Leyao stuck out her tongue, her gaze stayed on the running script for a long time, unable to extricate herself.

"Sure enough, Jiang Feng's handwriting is still as good as ever, it just feels like it's back to the past."

At that time, whether Jiang Feng was writing soft pen or hard pen, his appearance like a boy in white was blowing like the wind to Nan Leyao's budding young girl's heart at that time.

The reason why she was so stubborn and wanted Jiang Feng to practice calligraphy again, didn't she have some little plans of her own?

For example, look at the posture of the admirer's writing and running script again.

Reminiscences of the pure and golden moments of green onions.

"Even if you miss it even more, the past time will not be staged again."

"...Yeah, I really can't go back."

"Of course, your weight can definitely go back."

"Haha, I accept your good words, but I don't need comfort right now."

As the companionship deepened, there seemed to be a lot of unnecessary politeness between the two of them.

Between the words you come and go, there is more smoke and fire like firewood, rice, oil and salt.

"That's right, that's a rare opportunity. In fact, I have a little wish that I've been looking forward to..."

Nan Leyao said with her hands behind her back, eyes dodging.

"wish?"

Jiang Feng heard this word, and then smiled slightly: "As long as it is what you wish, I will definitely try my best to achieve it."

"really?"

Nan Leyao's face blossomed with joy.

"Then... I, I want Jiang Feng to teach me calligraphy by yourself!"

"Teach you calligraphy... with your own hands?"

It is not difficult for Jiang Feng to discover Nan Leyao's little thoughts if he thinks every word carefully.

It means, let me hold her hand and write stroke by stroke?

"Of course, you can practice as long as you want."

Jiang Feng added another bargaining chip.

"Great!"

Nan Leyao trotted out in a hurry, put on a headband, took off a coat, and came back after washing her hands.

"It's okay if you don't have to be so serious?"

"No, this is very important, remember the details, and make sure you can dream when you dream at night..."

The more Nan Leyao talked, the more she muttered.

The sky outside the window has completely darkened.

On the second floor of the quiet villa, the light in the study room is shining on two people who know each other.

"For Le Yao, just sit on the chair, and I will guide you from behind."

Jiang Feng opened the book chair in a gentlemanly way, and smiled.

Although Nan Leyao was plump, her every move and gesture resembled a nobleman who had received guidance.

And the posture of holding the pen is young and a bit restrained, and the gentle turn of the eyebrows and eyes is like a noble lady who loves learning in ancient times.

"If the pen and ink are skimmed a little more, the strokes will be smoother."

Jiang Feng stood behind him and pointed softly.

"Uh-huh."

Nan Leyao followed suit without thinking.

However, why is Jiang Feng only giving verbal guidance?

As she wiped off excess ink on the inkstone, she pondered in her heart.

Could it be that her hint was not obvious enough?
With your own hands, guide with your own hands.

"Okay, now the degree of dryness and humidity is almost the same."

Jiang Feng's voice sounded behind him at the right time.

Sigh... Didn't you get the point?
Nan Leyao's eyes were dim, and she muttered slowly.

Jiang Feng obviously always hits straight balls one after another, so why can't he turn the corner at the critical moment?

Forget it, if I really want to say it, my handwriting is not ugly...

Just when Nan Leyao felt a little lost and was about to write——

A wide and warm palm quietly appeared in the field of vision!
"It's been too long to write, what are you waiting for?"

Jiang Feng's slightly magnetic deep voice quietly echoed in one ear!

eh eh eh? !
Nan Leyao's face turned red with a "hush"!

On the other side, Jiang Feng's other hand quietly rested on her shoulder.

So close, so close!

Nan Leyao's mind was in a mess, she didn't know what to think or do.

"Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng's hand, the fingertips are a bit rough, but the palm is very delicate..."

"Ah, hold my hand! It's so warm!"

In the small theater in her heart, Nan Leyao's voice is now rising and falling.

"Le Yao?"

"Hey, listen, listen!"

Nan Leyao quickly came to her senses, her heart was like a ramming deer!

"Have you decided what to write yet?"

Jiang Feng asked softly.

Oh my god, this groaning voice is simply too foul!

Nan Leyao only felt itching in the side of the ear near the sound source, and the ambiguous warm breath almost made people's souls fly to the sky!
"Just, write a song "Red Bean"?"

Nan Leyao hid the rosiness of her cheeks and said in a low voice.

The red bean is born in the southern country, and a few sprigs come out in spring.

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

There are few difficult characters in this poem, which is not bad for beginners to practice running script.

Jiang Feng thought about it in his heart.

It's just difficult to start with writing, and he didn't realize the deep intention of Nan Leyao's choice of this poem.

"Running script walks the characters, takes its spirit and forgets its shape, the shape is like regular script and neat, and the line is like cursive script;"

"Something in between is the running script."

Jiang Feng explained solemnly, his tone soft but extremely focused.

Gradually, Nan Leyao, who was overwhelmed with love, was dragged into the right track by him——

To practice calligraphy, you should practice calligraphy well. If you want to cherish this moment, you should concentrate like Jiang Feng, and you can't think wildly!

Nan Leyao, who realized her mistake, quickly corrected her attitude.

A pair of willow eyebrow pencils stood upright, and his eyes followed the two tightly fitting hands.

In the blink of an eye, a line of elegant regular script appeared on the paper.

"Pounding, pounding..."

When I completely calmed down, the surrounding voices seemed extraordinarily loud.

The rhythm of the heartbeat is about to burst my eardrums!
When writing the second line, Jiang Feng's eyes finally showed a smile.

Needless to say, the subtle changes faintly transmitted from that fitting hand are enough to explain a lot.

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick..."

Later, Jiang Feng's personal guidance was just a formality.

Without him exerting all his strength to control it, Nan Leyao's hand can already move by itself, and he can move like a snake on the rice paper!