"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Qian frowned and looked at his wife.
The little woman was so angry that she had no place to vent, so she deliberately said, "Alu is right, your handwriting is just ugly."
She knew that Zhou Qian's calligraphy was taught to him by the old man of the Zhou family, but she had a sneaky thought and didn't want him to show off, so she deliberately said that his handwriting was ugly.
Zhou Qian wasn't angry either. Instead, he glared at Baru with disdain. "Except for the one time you look for your wife, your eyes only light up when you're venting your anger. What do you know?"
Baru was not modest at all. “It’s enough to shine at the critical moment, but not blindly.”
Yan Yuan was amused by Ba Lu's words again. She had met Ba Lu many years ago. He was still a teenager at that time. He looked cool and cold. He didn't pay much attention to people. He spoke in one or two words at a time. He thought one more word was a waste. He was also very energetic.
Unexpectedly, when we met again, the once cold and indifferent boy had turned into a superior who was high and mighty. He had a stronger murderous aura, but also a few more worldly touches.
Zhou Qian was furious with his brother and looked at Nanxi, "He's just a rough guy and doesn't understand. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll show you my skills."
As he spoke, he picked up a pen and wrote a cursive couplet with his wrist suspended.
When spring comes, the flowers bloom everywhere, and when the festival comes, everything in the world is new.
It is magnificent and completed in one go.
Nanxi was stunned. She didn't expect Zhou Qian's calligraphy skills to be so profound. She had been practicing calligraphy since she was a child, but she looked like a primary school student in front of him. She suddenly felt that the couplets she had written before were unbearable to read.
"Brother Qian, will you accept a disciple?" Nanxi couldn't suppress the admiration in his eyes.
"Stop it! His writing isn't as good as yours. It's so ugly." Baru pulled his wife over. "What's that look? Even his wife thinks his writing is ugly."
Nanxi glared at her husband and said that the matter could only be discussed later. However, she asked Xiaoyu to take out some of the best rice paper collected in the study and insisted that Zhou Qian write a few more works for her.
Zhou Qian was in a good mood and ordered Ba Lu to hold the paper down for him.
After a while, Zhan Peng and Yana came in after visiting the garden at the back. Zhan Peng rarely stood on the same side with his good brother and also thought that Zhou Qian's writing was ugly.
Nanxi told her husband to wait for Zhou Qian to finish writing and keep the calligraphy safely. She took Yana and Yan Yuan upstairs. Yinyin's voice was hoarse and she refused to get out of bed, so they had to give up.
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