When it comes to love, Xiaoqi can be said to be afraid of ropes for ten years after being bitten by a snake once.
Although that period in high school may not be considered a relationship, after all, no one revealed it.
In other words, most of the people who were making trouble were the classmates.
But the impression was so deep that at a certain moment, Xiaoqi's entire worldview and outlook on life collapsed.
I even thought about dying in the past. On the busy street, I pessimistically felt that I would be relieved if I walked in front of a speeding car.
Thinking back on it now, I still feel terrified.
How could I have been so stupid back then? So hopelessly stupid that all the food my parents had given me for over a decade was wasted.
If we continue to be so stupid, there is probably no need to continue wasting food.
She was glad that when she was stupid and crying like a dog, she met her neighbor Lin Min, who helped her pick up her glasses and probably picked up other things at the same time.
Later, when I saw Liu Shaowei bringing a girl to the class reunion, I felt even more stupid.
Stupid and unaware.
So when he went to college, Xiaoqi set a rule for himself: not to have a romantic relationship.
I will never make the same mistake again.
People say that college is a good time for passionate love, but Xiaoqi doesn’t think so.
Students’ thoughts are too simple and too changeable.
I like this today and that tomorrow, and I don’t even know what I like. It’s too easy to get and too easy to separate.
This age is the best time to learn, and Xiaoqi doesn't want to use it to have a relationship that ends in failure.
She has a lot of things to do.
Love is not on her list.
She re-read Mr. Ke's Heart Sutra and ignored the slight disharmony in his handwriting. The Heart Sutra was indeed a beautiful and peaceful text.
Xiao Qi, who was just beginning to fall in love with the young boy and girl, felt a little uneasy about the scene she had just seen. She decided to look at something else to divert her attention.
Ke Yinhua was asked by his younger relatives to come to Enhua University to participate in a small event. He is a director of the Calligraphy Association and the deputy director of the Folk Culture and Art Heritage Museum. He has participated in many activities. Such activities in school are considered to be of a very low level. Fortunately, these students are also supportive, and there are also serious photographers and videographers. It is quite presentable. Among a group of young college students, he feels quite energetic.
His most famous calligraphy work is the Heart Sutra, which was once published in a newspaper. He was very proud of it and bought more than a hundred copies of the newspaper as a collection and as gifts.
However, Enhua’s students’ academic performance is definitely not good. It’s not that Ke Yinhua is prejudiced. There are so many good universities in Mengshi, and Enhua really can’t be ranked. So Ke Yinhua feels that the praise he is receiving is not sincere enough. These students only praise his writing skills, but none of them can explain why.
When writers praise others, they should do so in a professional way. "It's well written" is not a compliment at all. They didn't even say what's good about it. It's probably because these students are too young. In the past, when he participated in activities, those people praised him in a very professional way, saying that he had character, soul, charm, etc.
Ke Yinhua looked up and looked around. He had finished writing, but there was no applause. Only a little girl was reading it very seriously and attentively.
The girl is also good-looking, clean and pretty, young and beautiful. One look at her makes people feel how great it is to be young, and it seems that they can recall their youth.
He smiled encouragingly and said, "Little classmate, do you like the Heart Sutra? Would you like to try it too?"
Xiao Qi was staring at the contents of the Heart Sutra when she suddenly realized that everyone was looking at her. She came to her senses and saw Mr. Ke, who was holding a brush, also looking at her with a smile on his face. His eyes seemed full of kindness or something, which made Xiao Qi's back shiver.
"Mr. Ke asked if you would like to try writing the Heart Sutra?" Someone next to him pushed Xiaoqi.
Xiaoqi couldn't believe how he was chosen.
But he nodded anyway.
She felt that watching Mr. Ke write made her hands itch. She didn't practice calligraphy at noon today because she was making bamboo bags. Moreover, watching Mr. Ke write, she had an indescribable feeling, and she didn't know what was wrong. Mr. Ke's writing was quite good, and the Heart Sutra was written beautifully as a whole, but she always felt that it was not enough, as if something was missing. Of course, she couldn't tell why, but if she could give it a try, she was willing to give it a try. Maybe she would figure it out. Moreover, this rice paper and brush were much better than the ones she practiced with, and it was obvious at first glance that they were very expensive.
Seeing the eager look in the little girl's eyes, Ke Yinhua smiled even more kindly.
He handed her the brush and encouraged her, "Don't be nervous. Write as much as you can."
Xiao Qi took the brush and saw that the brush barrel was almost covered with patina, indicating that it had been used for many years. The bristles were very smooth. She took out a tissue and wiped it carefully, then dipped it in ink. It felt full and soft all of a sudden. She couldn't help but praise it, "The brush is very good. I have never used such a good brush before."
Ke Yinhua had just seen her wiping the brush tube with a tissue, and he felt a little uncomfortable, wondering if the little girl had mysophobia and disliked him as an old man.
But when he heard her praising his brush in a crisp voice, a sincere smile suddenly appeared on his face, which was much more sincere than the one that contained kindness and affection just now.
When Li Weijin approached, he saw Su Xiaoqi wiping the brush and praising it.
She couldn't help but feel sad. She was indeed short of money. She had never used a good brush.
However, Li Weijin really misunderstood. Xiaoqi is not short of money now, but there are really no good brushes for sale in Lushan City. Moreover, these things require expertise and laymen cannot tell which brush is good or not, and it is not simply a matter of money.
It was when Xiaoqi arrived in Meng City that her calligraphy skills advanced to a higher level, reaching the specialized level. Only then did she suddenly become enlightened and become proficient in everything.
The rice paper used for writing calligraphy was provided by the calligraphy club for the guests. It is considered a very expensive type on the market, so it is very soft and a little yellowish, and the ink blends perfectly on it.
With such a good pen and paper, Xiaoqi feels very eager to write.
Suddenly I had a burst of inspiration and it really felt like that.
No wonder those calligraphy masters like to write on the spot, probably because the atmosphere is set and the feeling comes.
When Chu Yu approached and saw Su Xiaoqi showing off again, actually wanting to perform calligraphy in public, he felt very disdainful and believed that Su Xiaoqi was very scheming. When he heard her say that she had never used such a good brush, he couldn't help but mock her in his heart, saying that she was really unworldly.
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