"We should let Su Qiao see it and let him know what it means to be someone else." Although Wen Yunxi's calligraphy is ugly, he can still tell the difference between good and bad. The calligraphy in front of him is like a dragon, with clear muscles and bones but beautiful strokes. At first glance, it looks like distant mountains, but when you look closely, it looks like morning dew. Su Qiao was born in a scholarly family, and had a reputation for talent since he was a child. At the age of seventeen, he became the youngest number one scholar in his dynasty. His popularity overshadowed other scholars in the same field, and he mistakenly thought that after his death, the calligraphy and paintings he left behind were once Being scrambled to collect it, Xuan Lin made a lot of money because of it, knowing that he was not as good as Su Qiao in this achievement. "I really don't mean this as a compliment. Su Qiao's handwriting is square and straight, but it can't compare to the elegance of your handwriting. It's just that you have a resounding name as the number one scholar. You laugh at me every day because of your handwriting." Xuan Lin's expression calmed down, "He laughed at you?" "That's right, I wasn't allowed to write before I came here, saying that my words hurt his eyes." Wen Yunxi kept up his efforts. Anyway, Su Qiao did not fail to ruin her reputation behind her back, and everyone was talking to each other. Xuan Lin was dissatisfied with Su Qiao's ridicule to Wen Yunxi, so he opened his eyes and told lies, "Su Qiao's handwriting looks elegant, but in fact it is full of craftsmanship. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it is tacky. Your writing style is natural, it is his Don’t know how to appreciate it.” What does it mean to blow with your eyes closed? This is it! Even Wen Yunxi, who prides himself on being thick-skinned, couldn't help but look at Xuan Lin in surprise. He actually said that her handwriting was completely natural. The person who coined this idiom would be so angry that he would rise from his grave to settle the score with him. . "You don't need to comfort me. My handwriting is indeed difficult to read. It's just that I can't practice calligraphy on my own, and Su Qiao is unwilling to teach me..." Wen Yunxi lowered his head and sighed, looking quite helpless. "He doesn't teach, I teach." Xuan Lin blurted out.
The goal was achieved, and fearing that Xuan Lin would regret it, Wen Yunxi immediately said: "It's better to choose a day than to hit it, let's start now." Xuan Lin: "..." "The so-called calligraphy practice is a combination of practice and calligraphy. The practice of calligraphy and calligraphy are repeated alternately. Over time, the writing will have its own magic. You can first hold the pen and write a few words for me to see." Xuan Lin ran his fingers across the pen holder and took out a sheep's hair. It was made of wool, soft and easy to grasp, and suitable for beginners. Wen Yunxi took it, held the pen in a random position, and wrote the four characters "Qingzhu Hospital" on the paper. The strokes of the pen are weak, the font is crooked, and there are only a few strokes that can barely be read. The word "medical" is squeezed together, as if it is a pool of ink dripping there, making it difficult to read. Xuan Lin did not show any distaste. He just observed carefully and soon discovered the problem, "You are holding the pen in the wrong posture. Your index finger and middle finger should be closer to the pen barrel. Your thumb should be two points farther back and your little finger should be slightly tilted outward." Wen Yunxi blinked, as if she didn't understand. Her fingers holding the pen moved, but she couldn't figure it out. Looking at her fingers that were still not in place, Xuan Lin reluctantly took two steps forward and stretched out his right hand to demonstrate for her, "Do you understand?" Wen Yunxi wanted to get closer, but even if he understood, he continued to act stupid. She imitated Xuan Lin's posture and rewrote the four words on the paper. To Xuan Lin's surprise, after changing the way she held the pen, the words that she could barely read were all blurred. "Sorry, I seem to be too stupid and can't learn it at all. No wonder Su Qiao refuses to teach me." Wen Yunxi sighed, his hand holding the pen loosened, as if he was ready to give up. Xuan Lin hesitated for a moment and then attached his right hand. The temperature of his palm was slightly cool, but it was like a fire, burning from the back of his hand all the way to Wen Yunxi's heart. The wild cat in his heart was stimulated to the point of showing its teeth and claws. Noticing that Wen Yunxi's fingers were trembling slightly, Xuan Lin couldn't help but increase his strength and wrapped her hand in his palm, "Relax and feel carefully." Wen Yunxi had no idea what Xuan Lin wrote on the paper. Her eyes moved upward little by little from Xuan Lin's slender fingers holding the pen, to her slender neck, slightly rolled Adam's apple, and graceful chin. On those thin lips. Thump... thump... thump... Redder than cherry blossoms, lighter than roses, they look thin, but tremble slightly with the rhythm of his breathing. Wen Yunxi wants to know if this lip is as cool as the palm of his hand, is it... as cold as it seems? soft. Meow...ow...ow...the wild cat in Wen Yunxi's heart howled uncontrollably, tickling her with its sharp claws and screaming at her not to be a human being. "Jin Rui..." Wen Yunxi called softly in a hoarse voice.
Xuan Lin stopped writing and looked sideways at Wen Yunxi, "Why..." The rest of the words disappeared between the lips and teeth, the breaths intertwined, the warmth and softness overlapped, accompanied by fine pain. Wen Yunxi... is biting him... "Your Majesty, where is Divine Doctor Wen?" Manager Liu came over with refreshments, and there was only one person left in the veranda. Xuan Lin didn't seem to have come to his senses yet. He turned around and looked around. He didn't see Wen Yunxi's figure, and then he realized that Wen Yunxi had left. Manager Liu looked at Xuan Lin suspiciously and quickly noticed the teeth marks on his lips. He was first surprised and then happy. Is Doctor Wen so fierce? Look at how swollen this bite is. Sensing Manager Liu's gaze, Xuan Lin raised his hand to touch his lips. They were moist and swollen, and the numb and itchy feeling from before still remained when his fingers touched them. It wasn't his illusion, they really just... Wen Yunxi rushed out of Prince Lin's Mansion in one breath. He was so excited that he wanted to howl a few times. She actually gnawed the person! No wonder everyone said that beauty was delicious, and everyone wanted to kiss it. Xuan Lin's lips were softer than she imagined, and even had a faint sweet fragrance. They were a hundred times more delicious than any food she had ever eaten. She made a lot of money! It feels so good not to be human. Wen Yunxi strolled back, looking at everything with a filter, as if everything was beautiful. She spent money all the way back, eager to share her happiness with everyone. Zhang Ling caught up with the good times. When Wen Yunxi passed by him, he heard his subordinates complaining about the crowded accommodation. Wen Yunxi waved his hand and said boldly: "I will build two more dormitories for you. From now on, four people will live in one room." ” "Thank you, boss!" Several members of the security team thanked him in surprise and ran away happily. Soon, the managers heard the news and gathered around Wen Yunxi to tell him all his demands for being beaten back by Su Qiao. "My boss, there are twenty new people in the kitchen. When we are busy, we can't turn around. Can you see if you can..." "Okay, I'll double the width for you." "Boss, there are more and more goods in the warehouse, and we have to move them in and out. We are really too busy." "Okay, go to the logistics or construction team to pick twenty people." Throughout noon, Wen Yunxi was surrounded by the stewards. In order to let others enjoy themselves, Wen Yunxi was not only easy to talk to, but also gave a bonus of 20 yuan to everyone in Pingxiba, even the salesman who came back to replenish the goods. "My boss..." "Shh, look at that cloud. Is it white? Does it look soft?" It’s hard to follow Wen Yunxi’s hand in the valley, and the weather is beautiful with blue sky, but... Where are the clouds? (End of chapter)