Something's Wrong with My Sister

After brewing, Tang Huaijin picked it up and took a sip. The taste was soft and fragrant, sweet and refreshing.

"Good tea."

Shen Yiqiu also picked up the tea and sipped lightly, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, looking quite satisfied, this was the first time Tang Huaijin saw an emotional expression on her face.

Sensing Tang Huaijin's surprised eyes, Shen Yiqiu quickly returned to his expressionless face.

Xia Xinya glanced at Tang Huaijin with disdain, and said mockingly, "Good tea? Then tell me, what's the point?"

Bai Yuerou cast a reproachful glance at Xia Xinya, but she also turned her head to look at Tang Huaijin, her beautiful eyes looking forward, with a vague look of anticipation in her eyes.

Tang Huaijin glanced at Xia Xinya. This girl was determined to oppose him. She coughed lightly, cleared her throat, and said, "Good tea. First of all, this tea is very good, refreshing and sweet. In terms of its taste It should be from Longjing before Ming Dynasty, and it must be from early spring.”

"Yes, it is indeed the early spring Mingqian Longjing tea I brought at home." Bai Yue smiled softly and nodded with a smile.

Xia Xinya pursed her lips, and still refused to accept it: "Anyone with eyes can tell that it is green tea. Longjing is so famous, can you guess what's the big deal?"

Not answering her words, Tang Huaijin tapped the glass teacup again, and said, "First of all, it is best to use a transparent glass cup for brewing Longjing, so that you can better observe the changes in the color of the tea soup, and secondly, it is more pleasing to the eye."

"Secondly, Longjing tea is roasted and not fermented, so it cannot be soaked in boiling water, otherwise it will destroy the taste of green tea."

"Furthermore, Yuerou pours water in along the side of the cup. If it is poured directly from above, the color of the whole tea soup will become cloudy. This is also a major point of brewing Longjing."

"So when I say good tea, I don't just mean the tea leaves are good. I also mean that Yuerou's tea making technique is good. Not only does she brew a good Longjing tea, but the whole movement looks elegant and natural."

While talking, he still didn't forget to glance at the speechless Xia Xinya with his eyes, and pointed out: "Fresh, elegant and intellectual, the tea is good, and the people are better, much better than some people."

Shen Yiqiu took a sip of tea, and said in a calm tone, "He's someone who understands tea."

Bai Yuerou's face was gradually stained with a blush, her fingers subconsciously pinched the hem of the skirt, and said in a low voice: "Where...it's not as good as you said."

Seeing that Tang Huaijin said the truth, and finally mocked her secretly, Xia Xinya was so annoyed that she took a sip of the Coke in the bottle with a straw, and turned her whole body on the sofa, not to look at the picture nasty face.

But how could Little Witch Xia be defeated so easily, she rolled her eyes, turned her body back again, and instructed: "The president of this book has read it, go, change it for me."

The old-fashioned look made Tang Huaijin want to laugh, and he didn't want to argue with her, so he stood up and picked a book for her.

Seeing that Tang Huaijin was obedient, Xia Xinya nodded in satisfaction.

Even if you have 72 abilities, you still have to submit to the majesty of our president.

After imagining Tang Huaijin begging for mercy, Xia Xinya laughed triumphantly again.

Bai Yuerou and Tang Huaijin looked at each other, shook their heads helplessly, and laughed.

Chapter 13 Grumpy Scholar

The atmosphere in the room was very peaceful, several people were reading their books silently, occasionally exchanging a few words, Xia Xinya's cell phone buzzed and vibrated from time to time.

The activity lasted for two hours. Tang Huaijin picked up the teacup and took a sip. It was already the second brew, and the taste of the tea was slightly weaker.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door outside the activity room.

Xia Xinya, who had always been lazy and paralyzed, suddenly jumped up from the sofa, trotted over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door were a few tall, muscular men with unfriendly expressions.

The relatively spacious and tall door frame made them feel a bit cramped when they entered. Several people squeezed in through the door and said straight to the point:

"Who is Tang Huaijin in your club?"

Tang Huaijin was taken aback, he didn't know the few people who came in, he hesitated and said, "I am, are you looking for me?"

The headed burly man snorted coldly: "We belong to the Calligraphy Club."

If you don't tell me, I really can't see it...

Tang Huaijin said, "And then?"

As if irritated by Tang Huaijin's attitude, the big man's tone became even more hostile, his eyes staring like copper bells, "Why are you provoking us?"

Tang Huaijin asked blankly, "What are you talking about?"

"Still pretending!" The big man took out a piece of paper, slapped it on the table, and said angrily, "What is this?"

Tang Huaijin moved over to look at it, and frowned.

Written crookedly with a brush on a piece of rice paper:

"I wanted to come in and take a look at your masterpieces,

But found it really unsightly,

Calligraphy Club is not worthy of its name,

It is recommended to do waste disposal.

"

Below is Tang Huaijin's signature.

good guy...

For guys like them who love calligraphy like their lives, this is undoubtedly the biggest insult, and the last sentence of disposing of the society is even more murderous.

The signature is very similar to Tang Huaijin's own, sonorous and powerful, elegant and unrestrained.

If Tang Huaijin hadn't been sure that he hadn't written it, he might not even be able to tell the difference.

Tang Huaijin shook her head and said, "I didn't write this."

"Didn't you write it?" The big man frowned with two thick eyebrows.

A sharp-eyed person next to him saw the association application form that Shen Yiqiu had just taken out and signed on the table, and shouted, "Just compare the handwriting and you'll know?"

The big man took the paper and compared it, and found that the two signatures were almost identical, and slapped the table angrily, "What else do you have to say now?"

Tang Huaijin's expression was solemn, and she couldn't find evidence for a while.

Bai Yuerou glanced at the two sides in the stalemate, and defended Tang Huaijin, "Just now Tang Huaijin stayed with us, how can I have time to send this?"

Shen Yiqiu was also looking at this side, and nodded slightly upon hearing this.

The big man snorted coldly, and said angrily: "We have been staying in the club this afternoon, this piece of paper may have been stuffed in our club long ago, the window in the room is open, if we hadn't packed the paper, we wouldn't have found it! "

After finishing speaking, he clenched his fist and looked at Tang Huaijin, his eyes were full of anger, "I'm curious now, where did you get the key to sneak into our club, and even ruined our brushes, throwing them in the The ground is dry, and we were just trying to figure out which member was so unqualified. What else do you have to say now?"

Hearing this, Bai Yuerou opened her mouth, and glanced at Xia Xinya who was watching the fun, but she knew that Xia Xinya stole a bunch of keys from the entire club building in order to come to the club to take a nap from time to time .

Xia Xinya who was watching the excitement was also startled when she heard the words, and noticed Bai Yuerou's eyes, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look into Bai Yuerou's eyes.

Tang Huaijin was already seriously suspicious of Xia Xinya, but at this moment, she naturally noticed the eye contact between the two.

Bai Yuerou bit her lips, looking at Tang Huaijin who was silently looking at this side, her heart was flustered, and she didn't know what to do for a while, so she could only force herself to be calm and said, "What do you want to do? The teacher is still here Woolen cloth."

Several big men also noticed Shen Yiqiu sitting on the sofa, but they were still unmoved. They were not afraid of any teacher, and some of them even looked eager to try, as if they were about to pounce on him in the next moment.

The nickname of the Calligraphy Club is the Grumpy Scholar Club. Although they all love calligraphy, it doesn't play a role in self-cultivation.Originally, there was a drum club that was built next door to them, but these reckless people were forced to drive them away.

This tense atmosphere made Xia Xinya, who was already a little guilty, couldn't help becoming nervous at this moment. According to the plan, she should stand up at this time, let the people from the calligraphy club sell her face, resolve this matter, and establish her in Tang Huaijin's heart. majesty.

Just when she was about to stand up, Tang Huaijin sneered: "Yes, that's right, I wrote it."

"Because the words you wrote really don't make it to the stage."

As soon as these words came out, the air in the room was instantly quiet.

Xia Xinya opened her mouth wide in surprise.

Bai Yuerou was also stunned.

Shen Yiqiu sat down again with his raised buttocks.

After a short period of silence, the members of the Calligraphy Club yelled and cursed.

Being insulted face to face, they couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts, rolled up their sleeves and were ready to rush forward.

"Wait." Tang Huaijin roared, looked at the leader, and asked, "Aren't you convinced?"

"Nonsense, what are you?" The big man glared at him.

"Give me a pen and a piece of paper, and I'll convince you." Tang Huaijin said proudly.

The big man stared at him with cannibalistic eyes, and after being silent for a while, he said to the person on his left: "Go, get him a pen, paper, and the best ink."

The big man on the left didn't talk nonsense, greeted two people, turned around and walked out, and after a while, he came in with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, put it on the table, and said sarcastically: "Will it work? Do you want me?" Find you a can of ink?"

Tang Huaijin ignored him, and laid out the rice paper on her own, and arranged the paperweight, then turned to look at Bai Yuerou, and said softly, "Can you grind ink?"

Bai Yuerou also saw her mother grinding ink while her father was writing calligraphy, but she had never tried it herself, so she said nervously, "I...I'm afraid I can't do it well."

Shen Yiqiu who was sitting on the side suddenly straightened up, picked up the ink ingot, "I'll do it."

Tang Huaijin glanced at Shen Yiqiu in surprise, "Thank you."

Because it was a bit hot in the room, Shen Yiqiu also unbuttoned the jacket that he usually remembered, revealing a clean white shirt underneath. He has a curvy figure and long hair casually draped over his shoulders.

At this moment, she rolled up her sleeves, pinched the ink ingot with her slender, white fingers, and began to grind it on the inkstone.

My father's greatest hobby in his life was calligraphy, and he often took his siblings to his study. When he was a child, his elder sister would grind ink for him like this, adding fragrance to his red sleeves.

Seeing things and thinking about people, Tang Huaijin also felt a little pride in his heart, picked up a Langhao pen, dipped it on the inkstone, and swayed it on the rice paper.

In the flowing clouds and flowing water, the pen is like a cloud of smoke, writing a majestic running script.

"The rivers and lakes are not full of storms and dangers, so it is difficult for others to travel in the world."

Floating like floating clouds, resembling a frightening dragon, the handwriting like iron hooks and silver paintings is vigorous and powerful, revealing the unique sharpness of young people between the lines.

When it comes to elegant fonts, running script is the first to bear the brunt, and Tang Huaijin's calligraphy undoubtedly brought this elegance to the extreme. Even a layman like Xia Xinya couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded, and asked dully: "He... .Did he write well?"

Shen Yiqiu looked at Tang Huaijin's words with admiration in his eyes, and a bit of joy in his tone: "It's very good."

However, after the art of calligraphy has reached a certain level, it is actually quite subjective, as the so-called cultural relics are the first and no second.

The leader of the big man looked at the words in silence before speaking, and some members of the calligraphy club spoke: "Teacher, what you said is inappropriate. Why do I think this word is far worse than our president's?"

Shen Yiqiu's expression didn't change, and he didn't even take his eyes off the words. He took out a card and placed it on the table.

Huaguo Calligraphy Association

Honorary President of Jeju Calligraphy Association

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