Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

  Chapter 689 Chinese Calligraphy

  The sound of Miss Qin not only shocked everyone present, even Qin Qing was slightly surprised.

  She did not expect the other party to remember her voice.

   "Mr. Hans, long time no see." Qin Qing was stunned, then reacted, and smiled slightly at the other party.

  Hans turned and walked back, the surprise on his face was beyond words, but when he got closer, he suddenly noticed the strange girl’s appearance, "Miss Qin, your eyes..."

   "It hurts, it doesn't matter." Qin Qing still smiled slightly. At the Eliza Hotel last time, they were all parties involved, and I believe Hans will get it.

"I only heard that you were injured, but I didn't expect it to be so serious." Hans carefully looked at the girl's pupil reaction, and after confirming that it was completely blind, he couldn't help sighing heavily, with imperceptible pity in his tone. "Then how are you doing now?"

After the death of Fan Hong, news of Macau was completely blocked. He only knew that Zhan Chen had inherited the position of Patriarch, but the girl had not shown her face when she succeeded the position of the new gambling king.

  Now seeing her dress and hurt, she couldn't help but ask more.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qing tilted her head with some doubts. She didn't know when the two people met on the water and became in love with each other so much that they could care about each other's current situation. However, she nodded her head kindly, "I'm fine, I have already returned. The school is in class and I am now a student of excellence. Just now I thought you didn’t remember me, so I didn’t say hello."

  In fact, what Qin Qing wanted to say was that she thought she would not be able to recognize her when she dressed up like this.

"How come, Miss Qin has always impressed me." Hans replied without thinking about it, realizing that his tone was too eager, and then he paused and changed the subject: "You said that you had practiced. Calligraphy, I don’t know if I’m not honored to see it, or it’s not very convenient for you. Sorry, I don’t mean anything else."

Qin Qing listened to the other side's upside-down explanation, but it was rare to have a sense of intimacy from a stranger from another country, so she shook her head, half-casting her eyes with a small smile, "I understand, I am very happy that Mr. Hans can appreciate the Chinese culture. please wait."

   After finishing speaking, she didn't think much, turned her head and asked Bai Ling to help her grind, but found that the other party seemed to be distracted, and even the students in the student union nearby were silent.

For a long while, Xiang Lecai, who was standing next to her, swallowed suddenly, "Qin Qing, you, how did you meet Mr. Hans?"

   "Oh, when my eyes hurt, he happened to be on the scene and took me to the hospital." Qin Qing thought of the words in the moment of the conversation. Anyway, it's not wrong to pick the key points.

  It's just that her calm attitude makes the teenager crazy.

  "Get rid of it, this is not the old man of the community, this is the White, the ambassador of the palace, the current political and the popular fried chicken, why didn't you just say it?!"

  Qin Qing stretched out her hands helplessly, "Because I am not sure whether he remembers me or not."

"You..." Xiang Le almost choked with a word, but seeing the girl's expression in a blink of an eye does not look like a lie, he silently swallowed the words back, and complained in his heart: it's weird if you don't remember, fools are all I can see that he likes you.

In such a weird atmosphere, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were rolled out again. After learning that the girl who was about to exhibit the calligraphy was blind, many people felt uninterested and thought it was Hans’s acquaintances who were showing off. The compliments are becoming more and more false.

  Only when the girl stood by the table, anyone with a heart would find that the aura of her body, which was originally low-key and inconspicuous, had changed.

   "Okay, Mo Xiang has already come out."

Following the girl’s instructions, Bai Ling stopped the grinding action and looked up. He saw the person in front of him with his hands folded, his white lips faintly pressed, as if he was performing a solemn and solemn ritual. The noisy air seemed to stand still on her.

  The atmosphere of tranquility and peace gradually spread in the stadium.

"In fact, calligraphy itself has no norms. The habit of characters means self-cultivation and self-cultivation, careful concentration, and whatever state a person is in will be reflected in a single character. And the evolution of Chinese fonts over thousands of years, as well as what the literati show The image of the gods are all just for empathy." As a successor trained by the scholarly family, Qin Qing himself is a living textbook for Mo Wenbao, and she used to serve as an explanatory model in Yuhuang High School. The role is now just changing a language to promote the quintessence of the country.

As her ethereal and graceful voice spread faintly, the people who were still impetuous in their hearts gradually calmed down. Apart from being surprised by the girl's foreign language proficiency, she also experienced the hidden meaning of Chinese calligraphy in detail. .

  “Silent poems, invisible dances, no pictures, no vocal music, this is the highest state of calligraphy.” Slender and dexterous fingertips traversed a row of pen holders, and finally landed on the last sturdy wolf pen. The wolf is rough and bold and domineering, and it is difficult for ordinary women to control. The middle-aged and elderly people with steady wrist strength mostly use it. Now it is held in the hands of the girl's porcelain white jade, but because of his unrestrained movements, he can't see the slightest sense of disobedience.

   "Today, I will dedicate this copybook to you with my superficial skills."

The last sentence fell, the wolf's pen was soaked in ink, and it fell on the rice paper with a thunderous force. The egg-sized ink dots were splashed around, and then the calm wrist was pulled down, and the ink of the flowing water was on the white rice paper. Wandering around, like a dragon coming out of the water, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances freely.

  After one stroke, the rice paper is already filled. The girl puts aside her brushstrokes, and the unstoppable sharpness when she swipes the brush converges back into the shell, leaving only a faint and unpretentious temperament.

  Hans took a closer look, and it took a long time to recognize the words above, "Win."

"Yes, this word of victory is given to Mr. Hans. I hope that what you have to do can be triumphant, and the momentum is like a broken bamboo." Qin Qing believes that the ambition hidden under the gentle and kind face of this man is absolutely not to be underestimated, and his future achievements It must be more than that.

The winning word    is in line with his current mentality.

  Hans is not proficient in Chinese culture, but he can see the grandeur of the sharp blade out of the sheath from this word, and the outline of the pen is full of madness. As the girl said, it was like a grand and passionate dance, a magnificent and enthusiastic hymn, which made people excited when they saw it, and gave birth to the domineering attitude.

   "You are always so amazing." He exclaimed silently, and clapped unconsciously in his hands.

  First it was just his head alone, and then there was a roar from the audience. This time it was not a compliment, but a sincere appreciation.

  (End of this chapter)