[Comprehensive Martial Arts+Red Mansion] National Master Wushuang

The heavy rain did not gradually decrease until midnight. The sound of the rain was pattering, and the sound of drops of raindrops hitting the green tiles was clear and bright. Along with the sound of rain, a ray of light slowly emerged from the sky.

By the time the sun climbed from the sky to the hillside, the rain had stopped, and the air in the morning was exceptionally fresh. The earth had washed away its leaden flowers last night, and a dewdrop on the grass was sliding down the veins, dripping and splashing on the lush grass superior.

"A Fei, why don't you come with us, someone will drink with me on the way." Li Xun Huan hugged Zhen Po and looked at A Fei with a smile.It's rare to have a confidant in life, not to mention that this confidant still has such an appetite for him.

Ah Fei shook his head and said, "I don't have money to ride in a carriage."

Li Xun Huan was stunned, there seemed to be a smile spreading from the corner of his eyes, he patted Ah Fei on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay, I'll invite you to ride in the carriage today, and you can invite me to drink someday."

Ah Fei thought for a while, "Well, when I get rich someday, I will treat you to the best wine." His tone of voice was firm, and no one would doubt the sincerity in his words.

The carriage galloped quickly on the official road again, and the whip in the big man's hand drew sharp arcs in the air from time to time. After the sound of breaking through the air, the horses ran even faster. I saw the woods outside the window receding like smoke.

The carriage was running fast, but there was no turmoil inside the carriage. Li Xunhuan was carving a portrait with a knife in his hand, and Zhen Po was practicing calligraphy. The brush in his hand was slightly smaller than the normal size of the brush. The inkstone is also relatively small. This set of Four Treasures of the Study was specially customized by Zhen Shiyin, and it is more than double the price on the market.

Ah Fei watched Zhen Po practicing calligraphy, and he suddenly asked, "What do you mean by the word you wrote?"

Zhen Yan didn't answer immediately, he finished the last stroke, and then said slowly: "This character is my name, and it means the appearance of lush vegetation. Daddy hopes that I will thrive like grass and trees. Brother Ah Fei, you Don't you know the word?"

Ah Fei shook his head and said, "I don't know how to read."

Zhen Po paused, a little surprised, but he quickly realized that the ancient times were no better than modern times, and only a small number of people could read and understand, and as for those who could write, there were very few people.With a smile on his face, he said: "Then I will teach Brother Afei to write his own name. Brother Afei's name is easy to write."

Zhen Yan took out a piece of rice paper and a writing brush from the package, and helped A Fei to dip the ink. A Fei was holding the writing brush at a loss. He held the writing brush in a very unfamiliar posture, as if he had never held a writing brush before.

Zhen Bian compared the gesture of holding a pen. Nowadays, most of them use five fingers to hold the pen, and the posture is a bit complicated, but Ah Fei can grasp it correctly with just a glance. Although his hand is a bit stiff at this time, his posture is not is impeccable.

"Brother Ah Fei, please watch me write it first." Zhen Yan hung his wrist in the air, looking at the rice paper intently. When writing large characters, he needs to use the wrist hanging method to write well. He has only practiced writing a few times before. Big characters, I can't help but feel a little nervous when writing them, but fortunately, the character Fei doesn't have many strokes.

"Your handwriting is very beautiful." Ah Fei didn't know what a face is, let alone what is said about form and spirit. He thought the handwriting looked particularly beautiful, so he praised it.

Two dimples appeared at the corners of Zhen Zhen's mouth, and he put the brush in his hand on the pen stand, and said, "Brother Ah Fei, it's your turn to write."

A Fei frowned, and his palms were sweating. He had never been nervous when he killed someone, but he didn't expect to feel nervous at this moment. things.

Zhen Po looked at A Fei's handwriting in surprise, the handwriting was exactly the same as what he had just written, each stroke seemed to be carved out of the same mold, "Father, look at the handwriting written by Brother A Fei and mine! It’s exactly the same, brother Ah Fei is amazing.”

Li Xun Huan put down the wooden statue in his hand, took two pieces of paper, read it carefully, smiled and nodded to A Fei, "A Fei's handwriting is really good."

A Fei's ears were a little red, and he muffled, "Thank you."

"Brother A Fei, let's write other characters." Zhen Yu held A Fei's hand, the journey was so long, and he finally found a way to pass the time.