Chapter 51 Grandpa Zhou's Gift

After dinner, Qin Xiaoxi went back to her room and took out the pens, inks, papers and inkstones she treasured. These tools were relics left to her by her grandfather before his death.

She plans to write a copybook with her grandfather's favorite brush and ink and send it to Grandpa Zhou.

Grandpa Zhou said before that he likes the words written by grandpa the most, and joked that he would hold an exhibition for grandpa so that the world can see his talent.

It's a pity that before my grandfather opened the exhibition, he fell ill and was hospitalized. Since then, I seldom touch calligraphy and painting.

Fortunately, she followed her grandfather since she was a child, and learned a lot of calligraphy from him.

Although there is still a certain distance compared with grandpa, it can still be used as a gift.

It's just that if you want to spread the paper well, you need a rectangular table and spread the paper on the table.

After thinking about it, only the long table in the hall is the most suitable.

So, she walked to the hall with calligraphy tools in her arms.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Zhou Yanchuan sitting on the sofa, looking at the screen of the laptop with a serious expression.

She paused for a few seconds, then turned to go back to the room while holding the pen and ink.

The two of them haven't been together for a long time, and she doesn't want to experience the awkward atmosphere of being alone 24 hours a day.

"I can go back to my room if you want."

Zhou Yanchuan turned off the computer before Qin Xiaoxi returned to the room, and then got up to leave.

Qin Xiaoxi turned around as soon as she heard it, and made a stop gesture. She didn't want to be a bad person.

"No, just sit there."

After Zhou Yanchuan finished listening, his expression was still indifferent, and he immediately sat back in his seat and continued to fiddle with the computer.

Qin Xiaoxi took a deep breath, and came to the hall with tools in his arms. While unfolding the paper, he looked at Zhou Yanchuan from the corner of his eye.

The atmosphere in the hall was like an ice cellar, oppressive and suffocating, she couldn't stand it.

While arranging the pen, ink and inkstone, I wanted to find a topic to break the deadlock.

"Doctor Zhou, thank you for today."

"You're welcome, it's easy, even if the puppy on the side of the road is bullied, I will stand up."

Zhou Yanchuan sat on the sofa and concentrated on staring at the screen. Even so, it didn't take him away from answering Qin Xiaoxi's question.

It's just that the other party's analogy made Qin Xiaoxi feel as uncomfortable as eating a fly. She squeezed out the most hypocritical smile and looked at Zhou Yanchuan.

"Really? The hero of the week, you are so kind, you should really be awarded the best citizen award."

"No, I don't like these."

All Zhou Yanchuan's thoughts were on the stock market, he didn't hear Qin Xiaoxi's innuendo, and replied in a business-like manner.

Qin Xiaoxi suppressed a smile, laid out the paper, put the ink into the inkstone, and grinded it while laughing.

It wasn't until she picked up the brush and began to write that the other party realized it, stopped what she was doing, and looked at Qin Xiaoxi with a gloomy face.

"Are you yin and yang to me?"

"I dare not."

Qin Xiaoxi didn't take Zhou Yanchuan's anger into her heart at all, she straightened her posture and began to write.

Zhou Yanchuan stared at Standard's posture holding the brush in doubt, and sighed helplessly.

It's quite airy, but I don't know how the word is written.

Qin Xiaoxi held the brush in his hand, closed his eyes and meditated for a few seconds, and then, skillfully, swayed it generously on the paper.

I saw her flowing like clouds and flowing water, writing like smoke, finishing in one go.

In less than a minute, a copybook with beautiful strokes appeared in front of Zhou Yanchuan's eyes. He looked at the characters on the rice paper in surprise, and his calm face showed awe.

I saw four big characters written on the rice paper, Fushou Kangning, Confucian perseverance and courage were integrated into the calligraphy, and the handwriting flowed freely.

It is the best calligraphy work he has seen so far.

Qin Xiaoxi didn't know the surprise in Zhou Yanchuan's heart, so he picked up the finished work and watched it from side to side.

Zhou Yanchuan also recovered from the shock of the opponent's actions, and coughed a few times in embarrassment.

"I didn't expect your calligraphy to be quite good."

Qin Xiaoxi turned her head when she heard the sound, only to find that Zhou Yanchuan was already standing beside her, and at the same time, there was a look of admiration on her face.

(End of this chapter)

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