"Xiao Jing! Come and give me a hand!"
When Bai Jing heard Mr. Jiang calling her, she came back to her senses all of a sudden. She responded and went forward to help.
The temperature on my face rose uncontrollably.
When Mr. Jiang saw that her face was a little red, he didn't think much about it and just thought it was reflected by the red paper of the Spring Festival couplets.
Although the old man does not make money from this, most of the people who come to him to write are not their first time, and everyone will leave some money out of consideration.
Of course there are also people who are more familiar with each other.
At this moment, looking at Jiang Ziqian and then at Bai Jing, he couldn't help but ask the old man curiously, "Your grandson and granddaughter-in-law? They are quite a good match."
Bai Jing happened to be getting something at that moment, so she didn't hear what the man said.
When Grandpa Jiang heard the word "grandson's wife", he glanced in the direction of Jiang Ziqian and found that his grandson's expression didn't change much. He didn't know if he was secretly happy in his heart.
His expression remained calm, he just smiled and said no.
...
...
"oh?"
The man knew the old man's character. If he said it wasn't her, then it definitely wasn't her. He looked at Bai Jing twice more and thought that this girl was really well-behaved and pretty. He couldn't help but say, "My son is also of marriageable age. If you know someone like her, why don't you help introduce her to him?"
Jiang Ziqian paused slightly.
The old man had been paying attention to his reaction, and now he saw it all, and couldn't help laughing.
He didn't say anything to help his grandson, but instead encouraged him.
"The person is right there, you can just go there and don't ask."
The man thought what Mr. Jiang said made sense, so he actually went to Bai Jing and asked her if she was dating anyone.
Bai Jing was stunned at first, then smiled and said that she was still a student and had no plans to date for the time being.
The other party showed a somewhat regretful expression, and then asked where she went to school. When he heard that she was a student of Huadu University, he showed an expression of admiration and said, "No wonder."
The next second, he glanced at Jiang Ziqian again. He remembered that he was currently teaching at Hua University. He thought to himself that these two people were not only good-looking, but also had such high academic qualifications.
Quite a lot of people came, and Mr. Jiang hardly stopped all morning, and soon only the last two sheets of red paper were left.
At this moment, he glanced at Bai Jing and said with a smile, "Xiao Jing, do you want to try writing it?"
Bai Jing was stunned for a moment, "Is it okay? But I don't usually come into contact with calligraphy."
"Okay, okay," the old man handed her the brush. "You've been watching for the whole morning, but if you don't really try it, you won't be able to get the feel for it. Practice makes perfect. We all start from the first time we practice."
Bai Jing certainly understood this logic, but she was still a little hesitant.
After all, these were the last two pieces of paper. If they were ruined, they would be gone. So I didn’t dare to start writing. My mind was a little blank, and I subconsciously looked in the direction of Jiang Ziqian.
Jiang Ziqian saw her looking at him, and his thin lips moved slightly, "Need help?"
Bai Jing didn't know how he was going to help, but nodded quickly anyway.
Jiang Ziqian walked up to her and first asked her what she was going to write on it.
After all, if you don’t even know this, your writing will definitely be hesitant and incoherent, and needless to say, it will not look good.
Although Bai Jing was not very good at calligraphy, she had watched the old man write couplets all morning, so she naturally had some ideas in her mind. So when Jiang Ziqian asked, she said it directly.
Jiang Ziqian and the old man nodded at the same time.
...Regardless of whether it is well-written or not, the content is quite high-quality.
Jiang Ziqian knew that Bai Jing's handwriting was pretty good, so it shouldn't be too bad when she used a brush. At this moment, he just made a few simple gestures to tell her the approximate range and center position of each character.
Bai Jing had mastered the theory and had a rough idea in her mind of what the couplet would look like after it was finished.
But just when the pen tip was about to touch the paper, he couldn't help but lift his hand and pull it back.
Seeing her do this several times, Jiang Ziqian pursed his lips slightly, then walked behind Bai Jing and reached out to hold his hand.
Bai Jing's attention was all on the paper and the pen, and she didn't notice what an intimate posture they were in. She just felt that her tense wrist became relaxed, and the fingertips holding the pen were slightly adjusted, allowing her to move more flexibly.
There seemed to be a force behind her gently supporting her, and beautiful, strong, slender fingers led her wrist down, and the first stroke of ink finally fell on the bright red paper.
Bai Jing had imagined countless times in her mind what to write the next stroke after the last stroke was made, so her hands seemed to have self-awareness at this moment, and she wrote very smoothly and neatly.
After finishing the first couplet, Bai Jing looked at it carefully and found that it was even better looking than she had imagined.
Mr. Jiang looked at her cheerfully, reached out to help her move the paper aside, then seemed to look behind her, indicating that she should continue writing the second line.
Bai Jing was still a little slow to react, and then she felt her hand reaching out again.
It was not until this moment that she realized that it was Jiang Ziqian standing behind her.
Even though she usually felt cool and cool, the breath that swept across her ear was still warm, making not only the small piece of skin behind her ear, but even her entire brain feel numb and hot.
Although they were in the middle of a lively gathering, the sounds in their ears seemed to fade away. Instead, the sounds of their breathing were infinitely amplified. It was unknown when they started to overlap and become synchronized.
Bai Jing's mind wandered, and she suddenly remembered the dance they had performed on a snowy night at the New Year's Eve party last year.
The tacit synchronization is graceful and lingering.
The ink-stained brush fell on the paper, just like the first step of the dance at that time. It did not even require too much thinking, and it connected to the next step extremely smoothly.
The black ink spread across the paper, leaving behind neat and beautiful handwriting, which also looked like the casual scratches left when walking on the snow.
When the second couplet was finished, the two of them raised their wrists, and the dance in Bai Jing's mind also ended, freezing in the final farewell pose.
Bai Jing's breathing suddenly became a little disordered.
... Obviously, I just wrote a line of words, but I felt like I had finished a whole dance with intense movements. The dance music was echoing in my mind, and the thumping of my heartbeat was the drumbeat to echo it.
Jiang Ziqian noticed that Bai Jing seemed a little dazed. He did not immediately take back his hand that was covering hers, but lowered his head slightly and called her softly.
"...Bai Jing?"
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