After Dressing as a Male Cross-dresser

The falling paper, with traces of time, attracted the attention of the two at once.

Only after seeing the words on it, Li Qingyan's eyebrows paused slightly, and a hint of appreciation flashed in the next moment.

Xia Qian frowned slightly, and a strange remembrance fell into Li Qingyan's eyes when Li Qingyan didn't notice it.

Li Qingyan carefully picked up the yellowed paper on the ground at this time.

The tone could not be mixed with a few hints of appreciation.

"Although there are only four characters, you can look at this handwriting. Although the pen is concise, it is equipped with bones and bones. It is self-contained, and there is no lack of a sense of the vast sea. It is very majestic."

In fact, it is difficult for Li Qingyan, a little girl, to have her own special preferences and favorite things, but once she has it, she is determined that she wants to learn and obtain.

Although the original calligraphy master Lin Yanzhi's copybook was acquired, Li Qingyan himself does not particularly prefer Lin Yanzhi's calligraphy style.

She has always wanted to find time to find some suitable copybooks to practice calligraphy.

Unexpectedly, she would appreciate the handwriting on the gray and yellowed paper, and there were only a few words.

It is impossible to practice calligraphy.

For a moment, there was a trace of regret in her eyes, and she said to Xia Qian while putting the paper back.

"I didn't expect to find the right handwriting here."

Xia Qian paused with his tail hand, and said in a low voice.

"Ayan, did you see the handwriting on the piece of paper just now?"

"Exactly." Li Qingyan put back the note, while seizing the time to read the manuscript ahead, not forgetting Xia Qian's words.

"How did Ayan think it was written?" Xia Qian suddenly asked.

"Since it is excellent, it is the one that suits my heart best among the handwritings I have ever seen."

Li Qingyan blinked her eyes, remembered it seriously, and gave a positive answer with high praise.

She has always believed that when it comes to calligraphy, it can't be a high or low. It only talks about personal preferences. Lin Yanzhi's copybooks, like the original copy, are very popular in Shengjing, but they don't have her appetite.

But this humble little page hit her heart all at once.

Just like the fate between people, we pay attention to the fate of eyes, and so does calligraphy.

It's just a pity, it seems that some have no destiny.

Li Qingyan's obvious regret was completely captured in Xia Qian's eyes.

Although he didn't say anything on his face, there was a trace of thought in his eyes.

Not long after the hour arrived, the two of them just pinched the hour and turned over the last page of the manuscript.

However, Li Qingyan just wanted to put the manuscript back, when Xia Qian took the manuscript, he smiled beautifully.

"Ayan, you go out first, I'll find a place to put it."

Li Qingyan didn't doubt that he had him, so he was one step ahead. Not to mention, Yiluntang was weirdly small. After staying for a while, she was still a little bored.

When Xia Qian saw Li Qingyan's back turned the corner, he gradually put away his smile.

Once again, his eyes fell on the manuscript in hand.

Quickly opened it, and pulled out the yellowed paper previously sandwiched in it.

Four squares, stacked a few times.

In the not very bright Yilun Hall, Xi's dim light fell on the square paper.

Vaguely able to distinguish the four characters hidden in the paper——

"Let's take the courage."

Xia Qian's eyes stopped for a while on the square paper, his clean and beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils slowly widened. Then, his fingers gently stroked a certain position on the back of the square paper, and then he moved. Move it away and put it in your arms.

However, where he moved his finger away, there was a faint ink that was almost invisible.

That's the words Li Qingyan didn't see.

If you look closely, you can see that it is the word "Xiao".