The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 497: Mr. Chen, I don’t want to learn to write anymore

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Meiya's face suddenly turned red, she shook her head in a hurry, and said stammeringly: "No, no, I don't even know a few words, how can I practice calligraphy?"

"But your handwriting is beautiful," Chen Qingxuan looked at the "clock" characters again, and then said to Meiya, "Want to practice calligraphy? Then I can teach you, okay?"

Meiya was startled, looking at Chen Qingxuan’s smiling face, but another face could not help but appear in her mind...

"Don't hold it too tight. Don't hold your fingers so stiff. What's the point of being nervous? You might break the brush."

“I’ve never held a pen before, and you don’t even know it. As soon as I saw this set of pens, ink, paper and inkstone, my calves were all twisted. I’m not afraid of anything but these.”

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just like an embroidery needle. Practice makes perfect. Don't be afraid, I'll teach you how to write."

"You see, I just have no talent."

"When I first started writing, was it uglier than this? My husband was typing my hand at that time, didn't I say that? Just treat it as an embroidery needle."

"How can it be compared with embroidery needles? It's my first time to use embroidery needles. It's okay, good master, you can teach me again!"

"You don't even pay the tuition fee, how come the master wants to teach you?"

"Is this enough?"

"This is enough..."

……

That day, in the warm winter sun, she held a pen for the first time in her life. She was really nervous. Fortunately, Zhong Mingwei's hand kept holding hers. Those hands were really big, big and warm. Her whole hand was wrapped in it, and then she was no longer nervous, and her hands stopped shaking. Under the guidance of that big hand, she left ink marks on rice paper for the first time in her life. It was also the first time in the rich In the fragrance of ink, I kissed her to the point of darkness.

……

"What's wrong?" Meiya remained silent for a long time, and Chen Qingxuan asked worriedly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Why is your face so red? Did you not close the window when you slept last night?"

It rained heavily in the middle of the night yesterday, spring thunder roared, and strong winds blew down several trees outside.

"No, no, I'm very good," Meiya shook her head in a hurry, lowered her head to clear away the pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the table, and said casually, "Mr. Chen, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

"What? I just want to teach you how to write, and you're still thinking about paying my tuition?" Chen Qingxuan suddenly laughed.

Meiya's hand froze suddenly, she paused, and then she hung the brush on the pen holder. When she looked up, the smile was no longer on her face. The face that was flushed just now had recovered. Seriously, she looked at Chen Qingxuan and said slowly: "Mr. Chen, I don't want to learn to write anymore."

"What's wrong?" Chen Qingxuan was confused, "Why don't you want to write all of a sudden?"

"I already have a master who teaches me how to write, and I don't want to find another master." Meiya said softly.

Chen Qingxuan was startled, then leaned over and whispered: "Is it him?"

Meiya nodded, said nothing more, turned around and left the room with the book "Hundred Family Surnames", leaving Chen Qingxuan alone in a daze looking at the page full of large and small "clock" characters.

……

The men who repaired doors and windows at home kept knocking and knocking all day long. They said it was Pang Yi. Even Gu Changlin got tired of hearing it. The old man said he didn’t want to stay at home and went down the mountain by himself. After wandering around, Pang Yi actually wanted to go down the mountain. Since he sent Xiao An back that night, he had not seen Xiao An again. It was really hard to think about it, but looking at Zhong Mingwei lying on the kang, how could he? Still didn't go anywhere, just sitting in the outer hall, listening to the banging and banging outside, my ears were almost calloused.

"Pang Yi." Pang Yi was dazed in the outer hall when he heard Zhong Mingwei's voice coming from the bedroom.

"Hey!" Pang Yi responded hurriedly, then pushed the door open and went in, "Sir, did you call me?"

Zhong Mingwei sat up from the kang. He had not eaten or slept well for several days. He was so haggard and fragmented that Pang Yi did not dare to look at him. He was too busy to make a cup of jasmine tea and handed it to Zhong Mingwei with both hands: "Master , please drink a cup of tea first to moisten your throat."

Zhong Mingwei was not thirsty at all, but looking at the lingering jasmine flowers in the cup, he finally took it and drank it one after another. Even though his mouth was full of sores, he couldn't wait for the tea to cool down, so he drank it. In this way, he drank a whole cup of tea. After finishing the tea, he did not put the cup down, but held it tightly in his hand, and then asked Pang Yi: "Have the house deeds been completed?"