Chapter 92
Lu Heng: Figures are immoral.
Chapter 34 Lost
After Fu Tingzhou left, Lu Heng laughed enough and went to the backyard to find Wang Yanqing.
Wang Yanqing had taken off his cloak in his own room. Hearing Lu Heng coming, she put down the pen, got up and walked towards Lu Heng: "Second brother."
Lu Heng took off his cloak at the door, responded lightly, and said, "Go back quickly, you are still wearing a single shirt, don't stay at the door for a long time."
Wang Yanqing was dragged into the room by Lu Heng. After the two entered the room, Lu Heng noticed the paper and ink spread out on the table at a glance, and asked, "What were you doing just now?"
Seeing the mess on the desk, Wang Yanqing hurriedly stepped forward and put away the paper: "It's nothing, I've been holding the pen so badly recently that I can't even write words, so I want to practice quickly in private."
Wang Yanqing went to greet Lu Heng just now and forgot to clean up the table. There were half of her writing on the paper, which was horrible to watch. Wang Yanqing wanted to hurry up and hide the waste paper, but Lu Heng held her hand and said, "My brother and sister, even the second brother is not allowed to see it?"
Wang Yanqing watched Lu Heng take away the waste paper and flipped through them one by one. She wanted to stop it but didn't dare, and said embarrassedly, "Second brother, the writing is not good. I'll show it to you when I finish my practice."
"Brother is not an outsider, so don't be shy. Besides, Qingqing looks good no matter what he writes." Lu Heng casually said coaxing words, he turned a few pages, and probably understood why Wang Yanqing felt awkward to write.
Her strokes are like two styles of characters kneading together. Sometimes they are strong and sharp, which is obviously a man's way of writing, and sometimes they are small hairpins, delicate and soft. She jumped between the two styles when she wrote, and she didn't even know which was right, so she felt that she couldn't write.
Lu Heng has an excellent memory, and at a glance he recognizes that the sturdy style is Fu Tingzhou's character, and the other kind of upright and graceful is Wang Yanqing's own. Wang Yanqing should have deliberately imitated Fu Tingzhou's handwriting before, which was almost real, but Wang Yanqing didn't know about it after losing her memory. She followed her instinct and wrote two completely different fonts. Isn't it confusing.
Lu Heng's heart is like a mirror, thinking that Fu Tingzhou looks like a dog, how can he do some nauseous things. The brothers and sisters even learn each other's handwriting. Could it be that Fu Tingzhou can also write Wang Yanqing's handwriting?
So disgusting.
Lu Heng was reluctant to think about how close the relationship and how long it was before they could learn each other's words. Lu Heng said that Qingqing looked good no matter what he wrote, but he held a pen in his hand, tickled a few circles on the paper, and crossed out the words belonging to Fu Tingzhou one by one: "You recovered. Very good, the handwriting is already seven or eight points like the original. But these few characters are not good. You don't know where you learned some ugly characters, which disturbs your original style of writing. This is not good, writing is the most important thing. It is self-contained and unified in style, and in the future, you have to deliberately eliminate these foreign objects and can no longer be influenced.”
Wang Yanqing was awe-inspiring, and quickly nodded in response.
After Lu Heng crossed out the words mixed with Fu Tingzhou's style, he finally felt at ease. He looked at Wang Yanqing's carefully written volume that he had sketched out of the way, and felt a little guilty. He waved to Wang Yanqing and said, "Come here."
Wang Yanqing stopped beside Lu Heng, Lu Heng dipped the ink in the inkstone, and the pen roamed around the dragon, writing the three words "Wang Yanqing" in a hurry. He put the pen in Wang Yanqing's hand and said, "Write it yourself."
Wang Yanqing took the pen, held the sleeve of the pipa, leaned over slightly, and wrote on the paper with her wrist hanging. Lu Heng stood beside him and looked at her sideways. He noticed that Wang Yanqing was imitating Fu Tingzhou's handwriting again subconsciously, and immediately stopped: "Don't be distracted, write according to your original feeling, don't try to imitate anyone."
After being reminded by Lu Heng, Wang Yanqing stopped stiffly. Lu Heng stretched out his hand, wrapped it around her shoulder, held her hand and continued to write: "Write whatever you want. You don't have to consider beauty or ugliness, or whether others like it or not. Follow your heart."
Lu Heng held her handwriting and wrote a few lines. He didn't exert any force on his hand and did not disturb Wang Yanqing's writing, but as soon as Wang Yanqing showed signs of changing his style, he would squeeze his hand. Wang Yanqing was pinched several times in a row, and Lu Heng's voice came from behind: "If you make another mistake, it's not your hand that the second brother hit."
Wang Yanqing was suddenly nervous. If he didn't choke his hands, would he choke his neck? She was just distracted when someone pinched her waist. He didn't exert any force, but Wang Yanqing was startled. She wanted to dodge subconsciously, but Lu Heng wrapped her shoulders, preventing her from dodging: "Concentrate."
He held the back of Wang Yanqing's hand with one hand and the other on Wang Yanqing's waist, clearly threatening. Wang Yanqing wrote half a piece of paper stiffly, and slowly regained the feeling of writing. Lu Heng was reluctant to be satisfied, and finally let go of Wang Yanqing's hand.
She immediately let out a long sigh of relief, and then felt strange to herself. If it wasn't for the second brother's reminder, she would not have realized that she was imitating another feeling unconsciously.
why?
Wang Yanqing put down the pen and put away the messy paper in embarrassment: "Thank you second brother. I am so old, and I want second brother to accompany me to practice calligraphy."
Lu Heng slowly withdrew his hand, but felt that this kind of thing could happen a little more. Lu Heng said nonsense: "What are you meeting with your brother. When you learn to calligraphy, I will teach you."
Wang Yanqing was not impressed, and asked curiously, "Really? But I don't seem to have learned the charm of the second brother at all. Who did the second brother learn Chinese from?"