All Hail Cousin Brother

Zhou Linghuai's voice was calm and elegant: "What kind of gods are you going for?"

Yu Youyao suddenly woke up like a dream, and quickly sat up straight: "Cousin, let's start!"

"Relax your body, don't let your arms be so stiff, and clench your fingers naturally." Zhou Linghuai lightly supported her waist and her arms, helping her adjust to a more natural posture.

Yu Youyao also followed his cousin's words and adjusted himself, leaning almost halfway into Zhou Linghuai's arms behind him, not knowing: "Is this okay?"

Zhou Linghuai nodded, held her hand and led her to start slowly grinding the ink, while instructing: "The strength of the hand must be properly controlled, so that the weight is moderate, the speed is suitable, not rushed or impatient, steady and long-lasting."

There is a faint ink rhythm and rosin on the cousin's body, which penetrates into the mind, just like the pine and cypress in the snow, revealing a cold and refreshing breath, refreshing.

His breath was slowly beside her ear, slightly hot and humid, Yu Youyao felt a little itchy, couldn't help tilting her head, and her cousin's cool voice sounded in her ear: "Be serious, don't move, be careful. The ink is worn out."

Yu Youyao didn't dare to move any more, but after being quiet for a while, she couldn't help but tilt her head slightly.

Cousin's profile was right next to her neck, as tough and warm as carved jade, his long and narrow eyes were squinted slightly, revealing a stern look, and the black eyes drooped, revealing an unfathomable serenity from the slits of his eyes. The slightly pursed lips were even thinner, faintly white, even more cool and cold.

Feeling that the person in his arms was distracted again, Zhou Linghuai was a little helpless: "What are you thinking about?"

"Cousin is so good-looking!" Yu Youyao couldn't help sighing in her heart.

Zhou Linghuai froze, and let go of her hand.

Only then did Yu Youyao realize that she just seemed, seemed, probably said what she was thinking? He couldn't help covering his mouth with his hand, widened his eyes, and looked at his cousin with clear and innocent eyes.

The behavior of hiding her ears and stealing bells made Zhou Linghuai couldn't help but curled her lips and tapped her little head: "What are you talking about, did you remember the technique and rhythm that I taught you to grind ink just now?"

"I remember, I remember," Yu Youyao said, holding her cousin's arm coquettishly: "But I don't remember clearly, cousin teach me again, I will remember better next time."

Where do you remember this, it is clearly a joke!

But Zhou Linghuai looked at the little girl and looked like she was coquettish with her small mouth, and she suddenly lost her way, so she could only hold the little girl's hand: "Then I'll teach you again, this time I won't be distracted anymore."

"Got it, got it," Yu Youyao nodded, but couldn't help turning her head to look at her cousin.

The cousin narrowed his eyebrows and looked intently at their overlapping hands. My cousin's hands were large, with well-defined knuckles, as long as jade. He wrapped her small hands, with a faint callus in the palm of his hand. While rubbing the back of her hand, he took her to polish the ink while explaining the details and rhythm that need to be paid attention to when polishing the ink.

She likes to be close to her cousin like this!

Yu Youyao felt very at ease, so she couldn't help but wonder, are the second sister Yu Shuangbai and the eldest brother so close on weekdays?

Yu Youyao, who was thinking wildly, felt that her cousin was looking down at her, and was frightened for a moment.

Zhou Linghuai's dark eyes let out a smile, and he took her to grind it three times before letting go of her hand: "Try it yourself."

Yu Youyao straightened her posture and slowly grinded according to the rhythm taught by her cousin.

Zhou Linghuai glanced and nodded: "Ruzi can be taught."

After learning to grind ink, Zhou Linghuai began to instruct her to practice calligraphy: "I think you practiced the small case of hairpin flowers before, and the small case of hairpin flowers needs to be soft and beautiful, elegant and elegant, and does not require high wrist strength, and ordinary boudoir women have poor wrist strength. It can also save wrist strength and speed up writing, but my cousin’s pen power is slightly stronger, and the font is also slightly stronger, but it is not suitable.”

Hearing what her cousin said, Yu Youyao understood why she always felt awkward when she practiced calligraphy before. It was because she was not suitable for writing hairpins in small letters.

Zhou Linghuai glanced at the little girl's slender wrist, but she never expected that such a slender jade-like wrist, with its flexibility and strength, was stronger than many men: "I used to write Wang Xizhi's line of scriptures. , you can learn it with me in the future, with the qualifications of my cousin, it will take less than a month to practice the words neatly."

So fast? Yu Youyao's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Zhou Linghuai nodded slightly: "The premise is that my cousin should practice hard and not slack off every day."

Yu Youyao nodded vigorously and boasted to her cousin: "Cousin, don't worry, I will practice calligraphy well, and I will not let my cousin lose face." Then, she stuck her tongue out at her cousin, a little naughty. : "Mr. Zhou, please enlighten me!"

Zhou Linghuai couldn't help but laugh at the little girl's charming appearance: "Put out another piece of paper."

"Follow your orders!" Yu Youyao blinked, replaced the messy rice paper on the table, and spread it out again. With her cousin teaching calligraphy, she didn't seem to be so disgusted with practicing calligraphy.

Zhou Linghuai helped her pick out a new one: "This one has seven wolves and three sheep, and it is the most suitable for beginners. The one you picked before is seven purple and three sheep. The wool is still a little softer."

Yu Youyao nodded, holding the wolf pen in his hand.

Zhou Linghuai helped her adjust the posture of holding the pen, and let her write with ink.

Seeing that she was using it properly, Zhou Linghuai held her hand and guided her to write: "Running script is suitable for men and women. When writing, you don't need to be rigid and rigid like italics..."

After writing a few words, Yu Youyao gradually found the feeling.

Zhou Linghuai let go of her hand and let her write by herself: "...Writing long strokes, long strokes, hanging needle points, etc., should be sharp and full when closing, full of strength and momentum, and not exhausted. …”

When a piece of paper was full, Yu Youyao finally stopped writing. The words were still ugly, but at least the handwriting was neat and the writing was neat and tidy, unlike before.

Rubbing her sore wrist, Yu Youyao said cheerfully, "Cousin, look, I've written it."

Zhou Linghuai lightly curved the corner of his mouth: "It's much better than before, but remember in the future, don't be greedy."

Encouraged, Yu Youyao seemed to have beaten chicken blood: "Then I will practice for a while, cousin, don't worry about me, you can practice calligraphy by yourself!"

Zhou Linghuai looked at the little girl's excited appearance, and couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth again, looking at the little girl's low-set eyebrows. The smoke piled up in the clouds, looking at it from a distance, is like the mountains and mists overlapping the peaks, and the beauty of the mountains and rivers is so beautiful.