Chapter 252 imitating her font

"It is indispensable for every lady to be good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Play the piano to the cow!"

"..."

"Qian Zhuye, your uncle is here, Master is calling you over." A young student walked in.

"Okay." Qian Zhuye responded, and picked up the disciple's rules that had been copied: "You write slowly, I will go first."

Ye Qianning looked up, what did Qian Fanji come to the academy for?

"You can't write anymore." Sang Zhi pushed.

Ye Qianning twisted her body slightly, and lay down on the table again: "Don't write."

"Go back to the hospital if you don't write, don't sleep here, you will catch cold easily."

"Just go, and I don't care what I do." Ye Qianning lay on his stomach and didn't move.

Sang Zhi seemed to sigh, and then Ye Qianning heard the sound of collecting rice paper.

Ye Qianning has never seen a child who is more stubborn than Sang Zhi. She is used to holding a pen. He is right. A child's bones will indeed grow and deform due to incorrect posture for a long time.

But she is not a normal child, and her fingers are not for playing the piano. Her hands are born to hold knives.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, everyone is a lady, she is destined to not be able to learn, and she doesn't want to learn at all...

Thinking about closing his eyes slightly, the figure of his previous life appeared in his mind. No matter what he learned, he had a purpose, and it seemed that he never learned anything because he liked it.

What does she like... It seems that there is nothing at all when I think about it carefully.

Ye Qianning had a long, long dream in his sleep. In the dream, all kinds of past lives were jumping, the fire was swaying, burning the whole earth, and the tall buildings were collapsing.

The crowd's screams for help filled the ears, she looked down like a God with a perspective, and in a blink of an eye the picture reached a rooftop...

The dying woman covered in blood on the top of the building, her face was as pale as paper, that person...is her.

The man in black on the opposite side took out his pistol, raised it slightly, and 'touched' her with a gunshot.

The bullets hit her forehead like a gust of wind...

Ye Qianning woke up suddenly with a trembling all over, the cloudiness in his eyes slowly became clear, and a small person slowly appeared in his sight, holding a brush and writing something quietly with his head down.

The candle swayed slightly, and the red candlelight made his fair little face reddish.

Sang Zhi...

Ye Qianning had finally recovered from the dream at this time, and he still had lingering fears about the dream.

"What's the matter." Sang Zhi turned his head, a trace of worry appeared in his gray eyes.

Ye Qianning subconsciously raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Sang Zhi asked again.

"Probably." Ye Qianning responded, and raised his eyes to see that it was already dark outside: "What time is it?"

"It's just Haishi."

Hi time, that is, nine o'clock in the evening.

"It's so late, why haven't you left yet?" Ye Qianning stood up and stretched, his gaze inadvertently falling on the rice paper in front of him.

Thick stacks of rice paper were piled up, and the topmost characters were still copied by her... No, she didn't copy them.

Ye Qianning walked over with a little surprise, picked it up, and found that the next one was still in the same font, even after reading several chapters. Although it was very similar to her handwriting, it was better than her writing.

"You wrote it all?" She looked up and landed on the rice paper in front of Sang Zhi.

"Your handwriting is not easy to imitate, but if the master doesn't read carefully, you should be able to pass." Sang Zhi lowered his head and continued writing.

The corners of Master's mouth twitched when he heard it outside the window...

Ye Qianning looked at the thick pile of rice paper somewhat moved: "How much have you copied?"

"Four times away."

"Let's go together." Ye Qianning picked up the pen.

"Put the finger holding the pen in place." Sang Zhi raised his hand to let her see.

"..."

Fine.

Seeing that he took pains to imitate her handwriting and copy it for her, she reluctantly insisted on...!

(end of this chapter)