"Then eat it quickly!" She looked forward to it and was as happy as a little princess.
Because she felt that listening to Mubai's class was actually a kind of spiritual baptism. For her, every minute and every second was precious.
Mu Bai has the temperament of an artist, which is her favorite thing. He also eats very elegantly, chewing slowly without making any sound.
He just sat quietly opposite her, and Lin Qianyi also felt so happy, wishing that time would slow down a bit.
"Mu Bai, why do you learn calligraphy?" She was very curious, so she asked him, "Is it because your father is a calligraphy teacher and you have been exposed to it since you were a child?"
"As a major in calligraphy, there are no professional barriers." Mu Bai answered her, "Anyone can write twice if they pick up a pen, and the evaluation criteria are not clear, which creates an embarrassing situation. Many people will hesitate.
Don’t learn calligraphy.”
"Huh?" She didn't quite understand, but was very interested, "So why do you learn calligraphy?"
Mu Bai finished the last sip of soup in the thermos bowl, "That is to say, those who study professionally may not necessarily be better at writing than those who are amateurs, and those who write well may not necessarily be better off than those who write poorly. I am mainly interested in it.
Once you become a hobby, calligraphy is actually like a separate world. The more you learn, the deeper you get, and you have to study it calmly."
It was very profound. She looked at him with admiration, as if she didn't listen carefully to what he was saying.
After breakfast, Mu Bai took her upstairs.
The two of them had just arrived at the calligraphy adult classroom, and it was still an hour before the children's class started. In other words, Mu Bai had time at the moment.
Just when Lin Qianyi thought he was going to teach her to write with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he took a special canvas bag from the shelf and handed it to her "for you."
"Give it to me??" The girl was flattered, and then took it with a smile, "Isn't it so pretty? Did you draw this?"
"Yes, I painted it for you, customized." Mu Bai said, turning around to pick up the brush.
Lin Qianyi happily admired the bag, which was made of off-white cloth and had a poem written on both sides -
Chunqi and Xia'an, Autumn and Sui and Dongxi.
Be happy and successful, and everything can be expected.
On both sides, one side depicts a blooming lotus, which is very bright in color.
On the other side, there was the slender back of a girl, and she liked it very much.
"Thank you, Teacher Mu!" Lin Qianyi was not jealous at all when she received this special gift.
However, her relationship with Mu Bai did not get any closer.
Because he never said anything to her, he just didn't avoid her that much.
In fact, the training class is here, and this little girl is chasing her so hard that Mu Bai has no place to hide.
And she, in order not to push him away, did not confess her love again.
As long as she doesn't say it, as long as he doesn't refuse, there won't be any embarrassment, right?
She is a fish with seven-second memory, and she has already forgotten the way he rejected her.
Today, Lu Yuchuan received two calls in the afternoon.
One of the calls told him that the man in the peaked cap might be named Li Zhiqiang. The landlord had called him and said that he vaguely remembered his name...
"Then check Li Zhiqiang and see if there is such a person around Yang Yiqing." Lu Yuchuan said solemnly. With this vague memory, he didn't know if he could hold out hope.
"good."
"Wait." Before hanging up, he thought of something else and added, "Also, check Lu Meiling."
"..." That was his aunt! The other party was obviously surprised when he received the instruction, but quickly replied, "Yes."
"Report the latest news one day at a time and inform him by phone." Lu Yuchuan said to him, "People around Lu Meiling will investigate carefully."
"Understood, Mr. Lu, I will call you on time at eight o'clock every night."
"Um."
After the call ended, Lu Yuchuan was in the office, looking out the window with his deep eyes, lost in thought.
The whereabouts of Jiang Qingli are still being investigated, and we don’t know when the results will be available.