born to you

After the mid-term exam, in order to relieve the students' nervousness due to review, the school specially held a club culture exhibition.

He Jing and Luo Mingshan, as the few strong men in the calligraphy club, were arrested by the president without hesitation and made coolies. They worked all afternoon on the playground moving tables and building sheds.

When the get out of class was about to end, Luo Mingshan moved the last table and set it up. The two of them sat down on the ground in a shapeless manner, almost sticking out their tongues and gasping for breath.

The president of Calligraphy came over with two bottles of energy drinks and handed them a pack of tissues. Then he stroked the skirt behind his legs with restraint and sat on a stool beside him.

She smiled at the embarrassed look of the two people at this time, and joked: "It's a good thing that no one comes over during class time, if someone sees the two handsome guys looking so unimpressive, you two will lose fans .”

Luo Mingshan uncovered a tissue, gasped and said, "Losing fans is better than losing your life. President, what do you think our school thinks, building the equipment room on the fifth floor! He Jing and I Both are going to die on the stairs!"

He Jing didn't speak, kept fanning her collar, looked at the president, nodded to her, silently expressing her approval for Luo Mingshan.

"That can't be helped," the president said helplessly, "Who made our calligraphy club only you two boys."

Luo Mingshan sighed resignedly, and took a big gulp of his drink.

After a while, He Jing asked: "President, how many days will our community festival be held?"

The president was surprised and said: "Do you still want to drive for a few more days? Just moving things back and forth like this will make you tired, why do you two do it a few more times? It's just a day like today, just get over it."

He Jing originally wanted to take the opportunity of this community cultural festival, saying that she had been busy for a week and couldn't attend class, so as to shirk the math class on Saturday morning.

This time it seems to be in vain.

The calligraphy director looked at the pens, inks, papers and inkstones placed on the table, and encouraged He Jing: "You write a picture now. We will hang it here when you are done, and you will have a long face when someone comes."

He Jing thought that idleness is idleness, so he agreed, and even ordered Luo Mingshan to grind ink for him with some poise.

It has to be said that under He Jing's many years of teaching, Luo Mingshan's ink research has also gained momentum.

Pick up, dip in ink, and put pen to paper.

There is no stagnation in the whole movement, and the flow is so smooth that it is almost without thinking.

He Jing just casually used his usual handwriting when writing calligraphy, and the sentence "Don't be surprised by favor or shame" jumped on the paper.Although the font is neither regular script nor regular script, it is somewhere in between, but it does not lose the free and easy atmosphere of running script and the dignity and delicacy of regular script.

After closing the pen, there seemed to be a burst of ink fragrance, and I don't know if the person I saw was drunk in ink or even more drunk.

He Jing even took out a Qingtian stone seal in the shape of auspicious clouds with some characters carved in small seals from his pocket, pressed it on the inkpad, and stamped it on the signature.

Of course, the seal was prepared long ago, just waiting for an opportunity to show it off.

The handwriting is well written, and this pretentious and exquisite appearance seems to be the model of a famous artist.

Even Luo Mingshan, who has always been ignorant of calligraphy appreciation no matter how much he studied, couldn't help clapping his hands after seeing it.

The calligraphy director at the side couldn't wait for the ink to dry so that he could hang the calligraphy on the whiteboard behind him for the appreciation of the teachers and students who were coming.

Before the fragrance of ink had completely dissipated, the get out of class bell rang in the teaching building, and soon, the playground was full of students who came here admiringly for the club culture festival.

At the same time, it also includes other old and new members of the calligraphy club who have never met before, huddling together to promote their club and the interesting points of calligraphy to the teachers and students who come and go.

When the school just started last year, He Jing, as a freshman in high school who couldn't be more tender, heard that there was a calligraphy club in this school, and decisively dragged Luo Mingshan to hand in the application.

But he was disappointed during the first club activity—the original president was a bad guy who could only brag and tell dirty jokes to girls. He only had a hobby but no love for calligraphy, and he even twisted the posture of holding a pen.

He Jing didn't expect to get any improvement in the interest clubs in high school, but it doesn't mean that he can bear the spiritual pollution of this kind of people, so he disappeared after the first activity, and became a leader who disappeared, let alone disappeared. The last Shenlong version is a registered member.

Therefore, He Jing is very unfamiliar with the staff of the Calligraphy Club. If the president hadn't been changed this time, He Jing wouldn't have come to help today.

He Jing took off his coat and handed it to Luo Mingshan after moving things just now. Now that the cool wind blew, he felt a little cold again. He wanted to ask Luo Mingshan for his clothes, but when he turned around, he seemed Blind:

The fellow was teaching Yuan Qinyue to write by holding the hand of Yuan Qinyue who came to watch after class.

Luo Mingshan, you can do it, it is not easy for you to write a "one" well.

He Jing thought narrowly.

Not only that, Luo Mingshan also smiled at the girl in his arms from time to time, with a satisfied expression on his face.And He Jing's coat was in the table pocket in front of them.

So He Jing, who was only wearing a thin sweater, was very embarrassed to go up to disturb the two adulterers... No, the beautiful couple of the golden boy and the jade girl were alone, and decided to freeze for a while.

"Brother Jing, will you be cold if you wear such thin clothes? Put on my clothes first."

A courteous voice came from behind, He Jing turned around, and it really was Li Qi.

He Jing didn't even think about it, and refused: "No need. It's not cold."

Unexpectedly, Li Qi didn't follow the routine at all, grabbed his hand at once, and then forcefully draped the clothes on He Jing's shoulders without any explanation: "Your hands are so cold, you can't say it's cold. You don't have to worry about me, I will It's thick inside, not like you, who only go out in a thin sweater."

What happened to the thin sweater?The thin sweater looks great!And who has to worry about whether you are cold or not!

He Jing's face was full of inexplicability, but the baseball uniform with Yuwen was warm, and before he could react, his arms had already slipped into the sleeves of the jacket.

The clothes must have started first, yes.

Seeing that He Jing had put on his clothes, Li Qi frowned, and quickly turned his head to look at the words pasted on the whiteboard behind.

Li Qi exclaimed: "Brother Jing, is this written by the instructor of your club?"

"The Calligraphy Club has no instructor."

"Did you write that?" Li Qi asked tentatively.

He Jing was curious: "How do you know?"

"It looks like you have your style." It has a casual charm, but it does not lose the formal framework.

Then he went up to inspect it carefully, and found that there was a seal on the place where the inscription was signed, and he was curious to identify it for a long time: "What is this word?"

It happened that Luo Mingshan and Yuan Qinyue came for a stroll, seeing Yuan Qinyue was also curious, Luo Mingshan interrupted and said, "Xiaozhuan. These are engraved with the characters Grandpa Jing gave him."

Both Li Qi and Yuan Qinyue were amazed and surprised. It turned out that the birth of the liberal arts bully was not unreasonable. After all, He Jing lived in a scholarly family, and even followed the literary habit of naming children.

He Jing, on the other hand, seemed uninterested, and gave them affirmation with a faint "Yeah."

Yuan Qinyue did not hide her inner admiration for He Jing, raised her head, and looked at him neither humble nor overbearing: "He Jing, hello, can we get to know each other? I am Yuan Qinyue, from Class [-], Class [-] of Senior High."

He Jing nodded to her: "I'm He Jing. I'm in the second and third class of high school, the same class as Luo Mingshan."

Luo Mingshan on the side watched the two introduce each other solemnly, suppressed a smile, and did not interrupt.

Yuan Qinyue blinked: "Actually, Luo Mingshan often mentions you to me. By the way, next week is my birthday, and I want to invite you to come and play together."

He Jing was very surprised.

He knew that Yuan Qinyue's birthday was about to come. After all, he had heard Luo Mingshan talking about it for several weeks, but he never thought that Yuan Qinyue would directly invite him to her birthday, thinking that at most it would be conveyed from Luo Mingshan.

It seems that Yuan Qinyue does not have no feelings for Luo Mingshan. She even invites Luo Mingshan's friends in person and never treats them in a perfunctory manner.

After thinking about this, He Jing rarely replied gently: "Okay, I will go."

Yuan Qinyue also said: "I heard from Luo Mingshan that you have a younger sister who is in the same class as me. I didn't mean to inquire about you, but just happened to chat. If possible, I would also like to invite her. After all, the three of you We've played together since childhood."

He Jing didn't dare to agree easily for a while, because he was not sure whether Wang Yao would agree: "I have to ask her before I can give you an answer."

"Well, I'll wait for her reply." Yuan Qinyue laughed, with a dimple on her left cheek.

Afterwards, she didn't stay too long, saying that she wanted to visit the animation club nearby, Luo Mingshan naturally never left her, and followed Yuan Qinyue without looking back.

gone?

Then can I get my clothes back?

He Jing looked at the table where his coat was placed, and there was no one there at the moment, so he hurried over to take out his own clothes, and started to take off the clothes that Li Qi imposed on him without a word.

Then throw it to Li Qi who didn't react.

"I have clothes, you put them on, it's cold."

Li Qi came back to his senses, he pulled out a little concern from this neither salty nor bland words, and put on the clothes with He Jing's remaining warmth, which made him a little warm.

He told me it was cold!

He even gave me the clothes!

He is afraid that I will freeze!

He cares about me!

He must have been moved by my sincerity!

He Jing saw that Li Qi was silent for a long time after he got dressed, so he walked to a table by himself, waved to him, and said, "Come here, I'll teach you how to write in regular script."

How dare Li Qi say no.Usually this master hides himself like a scourge, don't talk about teaching to write now, even if he teaches to be a human being, he has to drive around.

He Jing's idea is very simple, to receive kindness and repay kindness.Even though Li Qi had put some clothes on him without any explanation just now, he was not a person who didn't know what to do, and he wanted to repay the other party after all.

The only way to repay him right now is to simply teach him some tricks to practice calligraphy. As for whether Li Qi wants to learn it, that is not within his consideration.

He Jing took out a brush from the pen holder beside it, and handed it to Li Qi without dipping it in ink: "Try to hold the brush first."

Li Qi took it, and held the pen staggeringly for a while. He Jing felt a headache when he saw it, so he had to hold it with his hands.

Why do I feel like my hands are being scratched twice?

Delusion.

After Li Qi finished holding the pen, He Jing gently put his hand on his.Li Qi had big hands, and He Jing couldn't wrap them well, so he turned his head and whispered in his ear, "Don't force yourself."

Afterwards, he dipped Li Qi's hand in the private ink he brought over, and wrote a few simple words on the rice paper:

"When writing regular script, pay special attention to Teton, and pay attention to every horizontal and vertical stroke."

Li Qi nodded obediently, but his earlobe touched He Jing's hair, and he looked away embarrassedly.

Fortunately, He Jing let him go quickly, and said to him, "Practice by yourself." Then she went to help elsewhere.

Li Qi took a deep breath and practiced stroke by stroke on the rice paper.

At first, he still couldn't figure out why He Jing was so calm and stable at the age of youth.

Just when He Jing held his hand calmly and passed the pen tip over the rice paper and left traces, he understood the cool touch on the back of his hand.

Some people have certain personalities that can only come out after tempering.

It is impossible for He Jing to practice such beautiful calligraphy overnight, and it is also impossible for He Jing to develop such a calm and calm personality in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, before Li Qi understood it for a while, the person in charge came from the school and said that the community cultural festival was a complete success, and asked each community to send the person in charge of these chairs, benches, sheds, and whiteboards back to where they came from.

After Luo Mingshan heard this, he sent Yuan Qinyue back to the teaching building, and then ran back quickly to collect the materials of the club.

In the process of moving the table, he discovered that a new member had joined the young group.

"Li Qi? Why didn't you come back to work?"

Li Qi was embarrassed to say that he stayed to help out because He Jing was too thin to move anything, so he could only say: "I told the president just now, and I joined the calligraphy club, so I stayed here with you to help."