After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

The calligraphy copy was lent to her by Xie Yunji. She didn't know whether he was willing to show it to others, so she decided to remain silent.

"How can my handwriting be as good as my sister's?" Song Nihuan avoided answering Qiniang's question and took the opportunity to take the calligraphy from her hand and pressed it under the rice paper.

Jiu Niang, who was walking by, also became curious. She glanced at the rice paper on the table where Song Nihuan had written half a word, and said with a smile, "This paper is different from the one we use. It's Chengxintang paper."

The production process of Chengxintang paper is complicated. It was specially made by an idle prince of the previous dynasty to satisfy his literary and artistic interests. Nowadays, there are very few craftsmen who can use this papermaking technique. Most of the people who can use Chengxintang paper are celebrities or royal families.

Most of the things she used came from Xie Yunji.

He gave her the paper that others couldn't even get so hard to get so she could practice calligraphy without saying a word.

Song Nihuan had never heard of this kind of paper before, let alone knew how precious it was. Now seeing their envious expressions, she realized that what Xie Yunji gave her was something good that money could not buy, and she was very grateful for his generosity.

"I don't know what kind of paper this is. If you like it, I have more here." She smiled and took out several sheets of paper and handed them to them.

Shisiniang was young, and when she heard that she could get the paper from Chengxin Hall, she walked over several tables and took it, "I want it, I want it!"

This paper is indeed special. It is not dull white and has good toughness.

When the little girls next to her saw that Shisiniang was pregnant, they stopped holding her tightly and took the rice paper from Song Nihuan's hand to examine it carefully.

This is paper that cannot be bought with money. It is really all thanks to my future sister-in-law.

It was Qinnan who realized that if a poor family like Song Nihuan could have Xuan paper from Chengxintang, then it was obvious who this calligraphy copybook came from.

She asked, "Is this written by my cousin?"

Song Nihuan was stunned. Since they had guessed it, there was no need to hide it. She smiled and nodded.

Qi Niang sincerely praised: "My cousin's handwriting is really good, better than that of any calligrapher."

As soon as these words were spoken, the little girls nearby came to look at Xie Yunji's calligraphy with hesitation. His handwriting was not as elegant as that of other literati, but instead exuded a sense of power, elegance and style.

Amid the constant stream of praise, Song Nihuan's lips curled up. This gave her a greater sense of accomplishment than praising herself.

Such an outstanding man is her future husband.

Young girls can easily become closer to each other because of a small thing. When Xie Yunji came back, Song Nihuan was already chatting and laughing with the young girls of Xie's family.

There was a noticeable change in the atmosphere.

When she looked at him, there was a hint of affection flowing in her eyes.

After school, Xie Yunji packed up his things and looked up. He saw Song Nihuan standing in the corridor carrying a book box. She stood tall and gracefully with a faint smile on her porcelain-white face.

She is waiting for him.

The midsummer sunset, the gentle evening breeze, and the beautiful girl standing quietly in the corridor waiting.

This seems to be the sense of belonging mentioned in the book.

He walked to her side and naturally bent down to take the book box from her hand, but Song Nihuan did not let go and whispered something.

He didn't bring many books with him, and he knew the contents of those books by heart. There was no reason for him to leave with empty hands and let a woman carry things.

Xie Yunji smiled and said, "No problem, I'll do it."

Song Nihuan bit her lip and stared at him. He looked calm and took the heavy object from her hand without any care. But she felt that it was inappropriate to let the number one scholar carry things for her.

Xie Yunji didn't feel humiliated and calmly took her other hand. Song Nihuan stopped competing with him.

Her hand was held in his palm, his hand was warm and dry, she dared not move.

Wei Lianhua left late. Looking at the backs of Xie Yunji and Song Nihuan as they left, she felt lost and empty. She sneered, "It's only been a short time, and you're already inseparable."

Thinking of Xie Yunji's stern face, she felt uneasy again. With his two different faces, wasn't he afraid that his cousin would find out one day...

Going around the parapet, he walked slowly along the path towards the courtyard where the two lived. In the distance, the sunset glowed and traces of rolling clouds could be seen. The originally quiet and tidy mansion had a hazy tenderness in the sunset glow.

Xie Yunji suddenly realized that he had been busy teaching his younger brothers and collecting documents on the King of Qi case these days. Although they lived in the same courtyard and taught in the same room during the day, it was always inconvenient to be in front of others. It seemed that he hadn't had a good talk with her for several days.

He lowered his eyes to look at her. He didn't know if it was because of the sunset glow or something else, but her cheeks were rosy. Even though she lowered her head, he could see the smile at the corner of her lips.

Xie Yunji's eyebrows and eyes were very relaxed. He asked: "Are you in a good mood today?"

Her eyes were clear and bright, and she smiled as she said, "I gave away the paper you gave me to practice calligraphy. Will Brother Zi Che blame me?"

Xie Yunji was startled, then smiled and said, "Of course not."

It was normal for girls to give each other small gifts. So this was what made her happy? It was too simple.

Seeing that he still didn't mention the preciousness of the paper, Song Nihuan couldn't help but blush and said, "I didn't even know about Chengxintang paper. And Brother Ziche's calligraphy seems to be even harder to find than the original works of those great calligraphers."

"You gave me good things, but I am short-sighted and can't even tell the difference between pearls and fish. It's really a waste of God's gifts."

"What's the point of Chengxintang paper? It's just paper. If no one writes on it, it's worthless." Xie Yunji said. Seeing the hint of loss in her words, he paused and comforted her, "What are you talking about pearls and fish eyes? What you can distinguish, they may not be able to distinguish."

He was a man of many talents and had a very smart mind. He could see that she clearly didn't recognize the Chengxintang paper and made her lose face in front of them.

In fact, there are many things she doesn't know, and he can teach her slowly in the future.

Song Nihuan still hung her head and said nothing. Xie Yunji felt like a cat scratching his heart when he saw her like this. She was obviously happy just now, why did she suddenly feel so lost? He said gently: "I'll send the paper. I still have a lot. I'll ask Linglong to get some more for you."

Her voice lowered, "Brother Zi Che... I didn't want to give away the things you gave me. At the time, I just wanted to keep the calligraphy that you gave me. I don't know why, but when I saw Qi Niang and Jiu Niang were so envious, I gave the paper away... and I regretted it afterwards."

She had no idea how precious Chengxintang paper was. She treated it as a treasure just because it was a gift from him. However, in order to please others, she reluctantly gave away her beloved thing.

Xie Yunji discovered that Song Nihuan was actually a woman with low self-esteem. This low self-esteem was not innate, but the result of her cautiousness after experiencing great changes and struggling with the ups and downs of human nature.

At her age, she is only two years older than Qiniang. Qiniang still behaves like a naive little girl, but she has already mastered the ways of survival. She thinks twice before speaking and doing anything. Out of the "instinct" honed over the years, she will naturally try to please people who are in higher positions than her, and try to fit in by trying to please them.

But after giving away my beloved thing, I feel angry and disappointed.

That was something he gave her. She always treasured the things he gave her, even if it was just a piece of paper.

But this piece of paper is so valuable that even women like Qiniang and Jiuniang, who are used to seeing good things, yearn for it.

She felt that she had done something wrong, that she was so shallow and had let him down.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Xie Yunji's expression was extremely gentle in the rising moonlight. He stretched out his hands to hold her thin shoulders, pressed her into his arms, and said solemnly: "Ni Huan, you don't need to please anyone in the future."