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This time she wrote in cursive script.Compared with the unrestrained cursive script, Shen Qiuhua's running script is very regular, yet has a domineering and unrestrained feeling.

Li Yulin watched her write all the way down, and kept nodding.

It wasn't until Shen Qiuhua wrote the last sentence "Sell the eternal sorrow with me", that Li Yulin said, "Miss Shen is really amazing! This word is really rare." His eyes were full of stars.

Shen Qiuhua put down his pen and switched to brush calligraphy.Afterwards, he took out his own seal, stamped his own seal under the wording, and then took a step back, leaving room for Qiao Yuchu and Li Yulin.

"Good calligraphy! Great calligraphy!" Li Yulin lowered his head and wished he could get close to the rice paper and read it carefully.

"Brother Li, did you believe me this time? Qiuhua is really so powerful." Qiao Yuchu, a newcomer in the calligraphy circle, felt that he had found a great backer and was very proud.

"Brother Qiao, Mr. Li, you are overrated. My handwriting still has a lot of room for improvement, and it's not good." This was what the old man of the Shen family said to her back then.Shen's father said that her writing time was still too short to become famous and start a family.It's a pity that she doesn't have more time to study with her father, she can only practice harder after entering the palace.

"Qiu Hua, you are just modest." Qiao Yuchu looked at the words on the table with delight, like a child seeing his favorite toy.The stone behind him stepped forward and whispered: "Brother, it's midnight. If you don't sleep, Miss Shen still has to sleep. It's not good for women's skin to stay up late."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yuchu immediately said, "Qiuhua, I'll ask Shitou to take you back. You must take this box of Purple Qiongshuang back. I got two boxes in total, one for each of us."

Shen Qiuhua was not polite and asked Yang Qiong to accept it.Turning around, seeing Li Yulin still looking down at the painting, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Mr. Li, if you don't give up, I am willing to write a painting for you."

Li Yulin suddenly raised his head, "Really?"

Shen Qiuhua smiled lightly and nodded. "What does Mr. Li want to write?"

"You can do whatever you want. You don't need to write so many words, just a few words. I'll frame it and hang it in the shop." Li Yulin was excited.

Shen Qiuhua pondered for a while, and picked up a pen to write down the correct regular script--Bimo Chunqiu.Promoting characters and printing in one go.

Li Yulin couldn't put it down, and kept thanking him.

"Brother Li, don't just say thank you. If you have good things in your store, think about Qiuhua. It's not a loss to give her good things, right?" Qiao Yuchu hurriedly helped to speak.

"That's right." Li Yulin was not someone who asked for things for nothing, so he took out a good inkstone from his small cabinet and gave it to Shen Qiuhua.

Shen Qiuhua and him were much more polite, after all, the first time they met, their friendship hadn't reached this level yet.

Li Yulin insisted on sending it, but in the end she still accepted it.It was late at night when Shi Shi sent them back to the hotel, and the two fell asleep hugging each other after washing.

Waking up the next morning, both felt a little unreal.Shen Qiuhua rested his head on Yang Qiong's arm and lay on the bed unable to get up.

"Qiuhua, Fang Ziqiongshuang is expensive, right?" Yang Qiong felt that it was not cheap just for the wooden box outside.

"It's pine smoke ink made by Jixi ink craftsmen using ancient methods. The craftsmanship is complicated and the production is very small. It is a rare product."

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