Chapter 7: The Seventh Day of Restraint It looks good, but he is afraid that she will feel pain...

After breakfast, Pei Yunhe called Shan Yin to the study.

Except for Pei Yunmiao, all members of the Pei family are fond of ancient literature and have a certain scholarly spirit. The study is the most elegant place in the entire Songlingju villa.

As soon as Shan Yin entered the room, she smelled the sweet fragrance of ink. She looked up at the rosewood desk by the window. A stack of square red papers was spread on it, weighed down by a paperweight. Next to it was a Duan inkstone with a phoenix and auspicious cloud pattern, in which ink had been ground.

Perhaps it was mixed with gold ink and gold foil, reflecting the morning sun outside the window, shining brightly and brilliantly.

Pei Yunhe stood beside the desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up. Seeing Shan Yin coming, he put down the ink stick in his hand and called her, "Come."

Shan Yin walked towards him, her heels making a light "tapping" sound on the wooden floor, and stepped into his heart.

He threw a brocade box to her. Shan Yin opened it and saw a cinnabar ink box with a mandarin duck pattern painted in gold.

Shan Yin was surprised, "What is this?"

"Although you came to apologize, I can't just take advantage of you." Pei Yunhe touched his nose, "A little thank you gift."

He didn't dare say that he had taken it from Yilanzhou that day.

After knowing that the marriage was confirmed, he happened to remember on his way back to Nanqiao from abroad that he had received two pieces of fine ink in Yilanzhou. One piece could be opened to write wedding characters, and the other could be given as a gift to his marriage partner whom he had never met before.

But I didn't expect that the marriage partner would be Shan Yin, and the two of them just happened to use and give the ink at the right place.

He was happy, but Dan Yin was angry that day and didn't want to send Mo away, so he put it off until today.

Shan Yin had no idea what Pei Yunhe was thinking, he just reached out and gently stroked the piece of mandarin duck ink.

The ink is pure, the sand is fine and smooth, and the painting is done in gold and color. The relief of mandarin ducks playing in the water on the front is lifelike.

She was delighted and raised her head to ask Pei Yunhe: "What can I do for you?"

"Write a few wedding characters for my family."

Pei Yunhe picked up a wolf-hair brush from the pen holder and handed it to her. Shan Yin followed him, her eyes falling on the red paper.

A few days ago, I heard that the Pei family, during festivals and happy events, had traditional customs. The most lively and fun thing about family reunions was hanging red lanterns and pasting red paper all over the yard. Those couplets and large calligraphy were all written by the Pei family members themselves. In the early days, Pei Kelang wrote most of it, but as he got older, Pei Yunhe took over as the main writer.

No wonder Pei Yunhe asked her for help.

She estimated the stack of red paper and found it was not a small amount.

But it is nothing to spend a whole morning writing all of this. She has loved quietness since she was young. Whether it was when Su Daosheng taught her to write as a child, or when she grew up and just wrote a few words or drew a picture in her spare time, she would often lock herself in the study for hours.

Moreover, she had almost caused Pei Yunhe to catch a cold, and she felt sorry for it. Since she had agreed to help him, she would not go back on her word.

only……

"How did you know I could write?"

Shan Yin took the wolf-hair brush, turned around and walked to the side of the desk.

Pei Yunhe took the paperweight and spun it around in his hand for a moment, his eyes slightly raised, and his pupils also shone with golden light like the golden ink.

"Of course I know."

Dan Yin is not clear.

But she figured it out quickly.

Too.

She was born in the Su family of Yunsu. Her grandfather Su Daosheng was quite accomplished in calligraphy and seal carving. She grew up with Su Daosheng and achieved some success through his influence. In recent years, in the Su family, in addition to helping Su Daosheng take care of some simple affairs, she loved to paint and draw in her spare time, and she was really appreciated by some people.

However, she had never mentioned these things to the Pei family. She thought Pei Yunhe would know about them because he probably sent someone to inquire about them in advance after knowing that he was going to marry her.

Shan Yin didn't mind Pei Yunhe investigating her. This was what the two families should do after the marriage.

She picked up the wolf-hair brush and dipped it in ink.

"What font?"

"As you like."

Pei Yunhe raised his head lazily. This was obviously the Pei family's main event, and he had come early to grind ink and cut paper, and even called her over specially, but now it seemed that he didn't take this matter too seriously.

Shan Yin was unsure, so he frowned and thought for a moment before putting pen to paper.

The wolf hair brush has strong control over the tip and regular strokes, making it most suitable for writing regular script and running script. After trying a few pieces, Dan Yin gradually found the feel for it, and his originally furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

She wrote two more, her strokes becoming stronger and smoother, integrating the restrained sharpness of her personality into her brushstrokes, completing them in one go, feeling very comfortable.

But she suddenly frowned again, and the golden ink she mixed floated on the red paper. The running script was unrestrained and the regular script was upright. It looked good, but it was a dignified and neat character for "happiness" after all, which was a bit out of place.

After thinking for a while, Shan Yin shook his head slightly, and took out a few more sheets of paper. This time, he deliberately hid the tip of the brush and wrote it in reverse. Even though he was holding a wolf hair brush, he was able to write the official script and seal script steadily.

He looked around and still seemed unsatisfied, so he changed another piece of paper, calmed himself down and wrote carefully again. He held the pen and looked at it for a long time before he smiled.

She put down her pen and carefully handed the official script "囍" character to Pei Yunhe. Just as she was about to ask him which one was better and let him choose, she suddenly met his slightly dazed eyes.

"you?"

"Done?"

Pei Yunhe's recollection was interrupted by the sound of the sheets chanting. He looked at her hands and saw that she was holding the large double happiness characters written in Zhang Li script in both hands as if presenting a treasure.

Tsk, I finally forgot about him.

He sneered inwardly.

Dan Yin from the Su family of Yunsu has a beautiful handwriting, and he is best at small regular script. He received a lot of praise at the school's cultural festival that year.

At that time, it was he who strongly recommended Shan Yin to learn calligraphy. He was attracted by her regular script at first sight. It was obviously not a difficult task for him to draw a few more paintings, but he still asked Meng Chuan, who had asked for the position of life committee member at that time, to persuade the class monitor, and forced the class monitor to persuade Shan Yin to write a calligraphy to represent the class in the cultural festival.

Meng Chuan teased him, "Did you break your arm too? Will you die if you draw two more paintings? Don't you know that the squad leader and I are not getting along?"

Pei Yunhe rolled his eyes at him and said, "You are paid by others and you are living on their salary. As a living committee member, you should work for the people."

"Is this the same thing?"

"Why not?"

Pei Yunhe pointed at a boy in the front row with a bandaged hand and said, "Lao Bai asked me to write two calligraphy pieces and asked him to draw them. But now he has broken his hand. How can I do it all by myself?"

He said clearly, "This is not called sharing my burden, this is called contributing to the class."

Meng Chuan rolled his eyes and fell back. Since he couldn't win the argument, he kept silent. Anyway, Shan Yin had agreed.

I just didn't expect that this matter would still be full of twists and turns.

On the first day, the squad leader gave the job to Shan Yin. She agreed gently and brought a piece of calligraphy the next day.

But before the monitor could hand in the calligraphy, the words on the sheet placed on the desk were soaked through by the tea in an instant, and no matter how the students who had been playing around apologized, it was too late to save the situation.

Pei Yunhe felt very sorry in his heart. He had only caught a glimpse of Dan Yin's handwriting when he passed by her desk during class. He finally persuaded her to write a calligraphy scroll, but the scroll was gone before he even opened it.

He looked at the sadness lingering on Shan Yin's face and thought that Shan Yin would not write again. He secretly regretted disturbing her, but he did not expect that Shan Yin would bring another piece of calligraphy on the third day.

This time she sealed it carefully, and as soon as she arrived at school she found the class monitor to hand it over to her. Everything went smoothly without any mistakes, but she never expected that when the two of them were opening the package and handing it over, a reckless person came and bumped into the class monitor's back. The calligraphy was torn with a sound, and died again.

The gentle smile on Shan Yin's face had not yet faded, but when he saw that his calligraphy had failed before it was even started, a layer of mist instantly appeared in his eyes.

Even Pei Yunhe, who was known for his good temper, got angry and grabbed the reckless guy: "Did you look at the road?"

"Is it... still too late?"

"What?"

During the noisy break, with so much noise and chatter, it was beyond everyone's expectation that there was still time to recite a single line.

Pei Yunhe stood by and watched her blink away the mist in her eyes. With a guilty look on his face, he whispered to the monitor, "I'm going to write another one tomorrow. Is it still in time to hand it in?"

He instantly felt that he had made a big mistake. Why did he ask her to write for no reason? He made her suffer and feel wronged for no reason!

"Come, there's still time."

The squad leader stood in front of Shan Yin, glancing at Pei Yunhe who was standing a few people away. Seeing that he was stunned and didn't say anything, he hurriedly coaxed Shan Yin.

"There's still time, but it's okay if you don't want to write anymore. One painting is enough."

"It's okay, I can write." Shan Yin shook his head, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

Pei Yunhe couldn't help but raise his voice and ask, "Don't you have a temper?"

Shan Yin lowered his head and smiled.

Fortunately, their class finally handed in two paintings and two pieces of calligraphy on time. Dan Yin's regular script was elegant and beautiful, soft yet firm, gentle and elegant. He wrote Cao Xueqin's "The Goddess of the Luo River". The lines "as graceful as a startled swan, as elegant as a swimming dragon" made Pei Yunhe feel that it was not just about Zhen Mi.

It's really unforgettable.

But he didn't expect that she was now holding a piece of official script to show him, and was so cautious, respectful and flattering.

Why? Is he so ignorant of refinement?

To be honest, there is nothing wrong with Dan Yin's calligraphy, and anyone who appreciates it will have to praise it.

But Pei Yunhe was unhappy. He was unhappy when he thought that she had completely forgotten him.

"This one is too soft and doesn't have any festive meaning. No."

"This one... is just passable. I ended it too hastily at the end."

"This is too sharp! Shan Yin, do you want to marry me or fight me to death?"

He chanted in silence for a long time.

"You picked the wolf hair for me."

“…”

Pei Yunhe was about to be mad at her.

Did you choose Lang Buxu just to see her write regular script?

As a result, she wrote in official script to present the treasure and took his kindness for granted?

"Shan Yin, you are here to defeat me."

He gritted his teeth angrily and stared at her without blinking, trying hard to see some emotion in her cold fox eyes.

Even if it's just a little bit for him, it would be great.

But she suddenly lowered her head and said softly, "Then I'll write it again until you are satisfied."

The gentle tone instantly turned into spring rain and wind that passed over mountains and ridges, extinguishing the tremendous anger in his chest.

The volcano was also gentle to her, and the thick smoke from the magma melted into a clear stream in the south of the Yangtze River, flowing gently in his blood.

Pei Yunhe was silent for a moment, then he spoke unconsciously: "You... don't have a temper?"

Shan Yin paused and was stunned for a moment.

But when she looked up at Pei Yunhe, Pei Yunhe confirmed that she had not remembered it.

Shan Yin blinked, seemingly puzzled: "Why should I be angry? I was originally trying to apologize to you."

Pei Yunhe was defeated.

He didn't dare to look into her eyes again, and his gaze dropped down to her snow-white cheek.

But suddenly, a drop of ink, splashed across her translucent, crystal-clear skin, as if carved from mutton fat, appeared. It was a strange sight against her otherwise impassive expression.

It's even a little funny and vivid.

Pei Yunhe wanted to erase the ink spot for Shan Yin, selfishly wanting to feel her vividness for a moment, but after lifting his fingers twice, he felt something was wrong.

He calmed himself down and swallowed.

"here."

He looked at Shan Yin, then tapped his own cheek twice, indicating to Shan Yin that there was something in the same place as her.

In the dim light, Shan Yin's fox eyes suddenly widened, and her pupils were still shrinking against the light. However, in such a soft and almost hazy light, Pei Yunhe could not see the emotions flowing in her eyes.

"here."

He patiently gestured again.

He didn't understand why Shan Yin bit her lip when he reminded her that there was a spot of ink on her face.

Do you feel that you have ink on your face and are impolite?

Not necessarily.

He stared at her lips.

The beautiful crimson lips were bitten by the teeth to a white color, like a smooth jade with a gradient of red and white, but I don’t know what it feels like there, whether it will be as smooth and soft as the smooth jade.

It looks good, but he is afraid that she will feel pain.

So he subconsciously leaned forward, "You..."

Just as he was about to speak out to stop it, the light and shadow in front of him suddenly trembled.

Pei Yunhe's pupils suddenly narrowed in the dim light.

The lips that he had just touched out of curiosity were now kissing the side of his face.

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[Come on] I kissed the cheek, so how far can a kiss be?