All Hail Cousin Brother

How is the word "Jiao" so good?

He could almost imagine that in a few years, when the little girl's appearance grows, how can the word "jiao" be comparable?

Zhou Linghuai suddenly thought of the picture when the little girl's petite body was like a bean pod and was wrapped in his arms, and the hand holding the cup couldn't help but tighten.

It wasn't until a coolness spread on his wrists that he looked down and realized that he had just unknowingly spilled the tea soup in his hands, the tea accidentally wet his cuffs, and even the rice paper on the book case was dizzy. A large piece.

Zhou Linghuai snorted lightly, put down the teacup in his hand, spread the paper again, took up a sheep's hair, and began to practice calligraphy. Strange, but the shape is wild, but it is scribbled and wild, majestic, and arbitrary to the extreme.

If Chang'an is here, he will know that the young master will only write cursive script when he is upset.

But at this moment, Chang An and Chunxiao are both in the outer room next to the study, listening to the movement in the room, but they dare not disturb the young lady (the young master) to practice calligraphy.

After writing a cursive essay, Zhou Linghuai was so hearty that he even sweated on his body, his pale face was dyed a touch of thin red, and there was a thin sweat overflowing from his forehead.

He took a breath, and suddenly felt dry mouth and tongue. He raised his hand to get tea to drink, but a cup of tea was delivered to him in time. He didn't think much, lowered his head and took a sip.

After eating a cup of tea, Zhou Linghuai tilted his head and saw his cousin sitting beside him at some point, cupping her cheeks in both hands, and looking at him innocently.

Looking down at the tea cup in his hand, Zhou Linghuai suddenly realized that this tea was given to him by his cousin.

Yu Youyao pointed to Zhou Linghuai's cursive writing: "What is my cousin writing? I don't even know the words on it."

"It's cursive," Zhou Linghuai took a breath and looked down suddenly, forgot what he had written for a while, and hurriedly read the words, and after reading it for a while, he realized what was written: "Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu". "

He suddenly thought that there was a prime minister in history who liked to write cursive script. Once, when he got a good sentence, he picked up the pen and wrote it down quickly.

He asked his nephew to copy it.

When he got to the place where the brushwork was weird and it was difficult to imitate the transcription, the nephew stopped blankly, took the writing paper he wrote and asked him: "What is this character?"

The prime minister watched it carefully for a long time, and he didn't know what to write, so he blamed his nephew: "Why didn't you ask earlier? So much so that I forgot what I wrote."

Yu Youyao's eyes lit up: "I know that "Luo Shen Fu" describes the beauty of women."

The girl's crisp voice was very pleasant, but Zhou Linghuai was startled, but he didn't expect that he would actually write this. He looked down and was speechless for a while.

Yu Youyao pointed to the "Luo Shen Fu" and asked, "Could you give me this calligraphy, cousin?"

Zhou Linghuai couldn't help but ask, "Don't you recognize the words above?"

Yu Youyao waved his hand: "I just think my cousin's writing is very beautiful, and I want to frame it and hang it in the house, what does it matter if I don't know the words!"

Zhou Linghuai thought it was funny. She didn't even know the words. She said she was well written.

Yu Youyao shook his head and looked at the cursive carefully: "I can't tell, but I feel that the word "cousin" is open-minded and hearty. This kind of mind goes beyond the law." After thinking and thinking, she racked her brains and continued: "If you have to say what is good, it should be, when the hand is quick, the pen has not reached the end of the breath, but it is according to the heart. , whatever you want, it's all about the mood, not the words."

Zhou Linghuai laughed as soon as he heard it. It wasn't the usual tick, swipe, or pick. It was like a calm and light smile when the spring was cold. Although the smile was still cold, it was clear and sparse, like the silence under the forest. Laughing, the laughter was low and pleasant, and there was quite a bit of xiao sound Xu Ming.

Chang'an, who was guarding the outside, suddenly heard a clear and sparse laughter, widened his eyes, and quickly stretched his neck to look into the study, but the screen of Sijijing blocked his eyes, and he could only see the shadowy figure inside. , the others will not be seen as real.

Chun Xiao, who was doing needlework beside him, saw him sticking out his head to probe his head, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

Opening his eyes and squinting, he couldn't see clearly, but Chang An was scratching his liver and lungs in his heart, as if scratching a cat's paw: "Didn't you hear my young master laughing just now?"

Chun Xiao couldn't help rolling his eyes: "That's it?"

Chang An sat back on the chair with a butt: "Otherwise?"

Chunxiao was speechless, picked up the embroidery shed and continued to do needlework: "What's so strange, my young lady is likable since she was a child, and the old lady is such a serious person, she is often amused by my young lady and laughing non-stop, everyone. They say my lady is lucky."

Chang An said: You don't know how hard it is for my young master to laugh.

But thinking about it carefully, since the young master met Miss Yu, the number of times he laughed has indeed increased, but this is the first time that he is so happy.

In the past, he was full of opinions about Miss Yu, and he felt that she had a lot of things, but after a long time, he found that Miss Yu had a lot of things, and the young master was willing to let her go, and now he looks more and more popular. .

In the study, Yu Youyao tilted his head to look at his cousin: "Cousin looks so good when he smiles."

Zhou Linghuai rubbed her hair and said in a clear and clear voice, "You can't even memorize Mencius's "Born in Anxiety, Die in Peace", it's hard for you to come up with the sentence [When the wind and rain are fast, the pen has not yet reached the end of the breath.] talk."

Yu Youyao glared at him angrily: "Cousin is not allowed to laugh at me."

Zhou Linghuai smiled "haha".

"Don't laugh," Yu Youyao became angry with shame: "Am I right?"

"No, you are right," Zhou Linghuai stopped laughing and rubbed the top of her soft hair again: "It is said that Boya Guqin aspires to a high mountain, and Zhong Ziqi said, "It's good, E'e is like Mount Tai. "Bo Ya set his mind on flowing water, and Zhong Ziqi said, "It's good, the ocean is like a river. "What Boya reads, Zhong Ziqi will surely get it."

Boya then cited Zhong Ziqi as his confidant!

Yu Youyao was a little dazed: "This is the allusion of "High Mountains and Flowing Water". I heard Mr. Ye Nv tell it. Why did my cousin suddenly mention this?"

Zhou Linghuai smiled again: "It's nothing, I just feel it."

Yu Youyao nodded ignorantly: "Cousin, will you give me this letter?"

She doesn't understand mad grass, but she feels that the mad grass written by her cousin is the real temperament, not like the running script, which is concealed and hidden.

"Do you really want it?" Zhou Linghuai smiled, with a hint of narrowness hidden in the bottom of his eyes.