Come against the wind, exchange your glory

The last day of the countdown to the Spring Festival is New Year’s Eve.

There are only four people in the huge Han family: Mrs. Han, Han Wu, Tongtong, and Bingci.

The four people have a clear division of labor. Tongtong helps Mrs. Han taste the dishes, and Bingci accompanies Han without posting Spring Festival couplets.

In the retro British study room, red velvet curtains hang on the bay window, and outside the window are lush green pine trees. If your eyes are tired, you can look out and take a rest.

The electric fireplace in the corner is burning with flames, and a leather sofa is placed in front of it. There are also two pillows with tassels on the corners of the sofa.

The three walls of the study room are filled with countless books. Down the stairs, there is an entire floor of books. It is not an exaggeration to call it a small library.

"Have Captain read all these books?" Bingci asked curiously while grinding.

Han Wu spread out the red paper, raised his head and glanced at it, and said without thinking: "How is it possible, but I only saw a third of it."

"That's amazing," Bingci thought sincerely that someone who can read so many books is amazing.

Han Wu smiled, his writing was swift and powerful, his strokes and strokes showed his unrestrained style, and his handwriting was charming and vigorous.

"Floating like floating clouds, as powerful as a frightening dragon, what a wonderful calligraphy!" Bingci stood beside him and saw with his own eyes that he wrote such beautiful words, and the surprise in his eyes seemed to overflow.

The corners of Han Wu's lips curled up slightly. If nothing else, he was quite confident in his handwriting.

As he wrote, he asked: "Do you like it?"

Bingci nodded.

"Then I'll teach you," Han Wu said, giving her the brush in his hand, holding it tightly, and then began to teach her step by step.

Bingci really wanted to learn his handwriting, so she didn't put it off. She just looked at the half-written Spring Festival couplets and said hesitantly: "Change the paper, otherwise I will destroy what you have written."

"No," Han Wu didn't care at all. He took Bingci's hand and wrote down the previous words one by one.

After I finished writing, I didn’t forget to praise, “It’s much better than what I wrote.”

Bingci looked at these obviously different words with doubt in his eyes.

"Would you like to write a few more?" Han Wu didn't give her a chance to respond.

To be honest, Bingci's studious factor was successfully awakened by him, but she had some concerns in her mind, "No, I haven't finished writing the Spring Festival couplets yet."

When Han Wu heard this, he cut out a new pair of red paper and finished it in two or three minutes. He put it aside without any emotion, and then said to Bingci eagerly: "I've finished writing, there's only one, I have to hang it up." Come to my house, can I teach you how to write my handwriting now?"

Bingci's reaction was a little slow, and it took him a while before he said, "Okay."

Han Wu was very patient. While teaching Bing Ci, he carefully collected the papers that the two practiced on. Every piece of paper was precious to him.

Bingci's perseverance is astonishing. Even if he only practices one word, he won't feel bored. The whole morning is quite effective.

During this period, Han Wu also painted an ink portrait of her, which was vivid and lifelike.

Bing Ci was amazed again.

"this is me?"

"Well, I've only painted you, and all that's left is the inscription. What do you want to inscribe, little brother?" Han Wu pretended to write an inscription in the blank space of the portrait.

Bing Ci thought for a long time and couldn't think of a single word. Han Wu looked at her and teased her, "Ah, my head hurts so much. I need to grow a brain~"

Bingci was amused by his funny expression and thought, how can a handsome person be so handsome even if he is funny? (End of chapter)