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   "Your handwriting is so beautiful, it's my favorite style."

  The little girl looked at the poem he wrote seriously with her eyes bent, her eyes were full of brilliance, and the words of boasting came out of her mouth.

   Even Xu Shulou, who was used to being flattered, was a little embarrassed.

   It's not that he hasn't heard these words.

  But he had long since given up on Lu Jingzhi, but at this time Lu Jingzhi suddenly praised him, which made Xu Shulou full of surprises besides surprise.

   He snorted again and said arrogantly: "It's nothing but a normal performance."

Luckily, Lu Jingzhi didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would have said, "I'm afraid this kid is stupid because of his unfriendly attitude towards him, but it's normal for him to be happy like a kid after a few compliments." Like a fool".

   When it comes to complimenting others, Lu Jingzhi is never stingy.

  Her compliments are definitely sent out with the most sincere attitude.

  Lu Jingzhi picked up the pen and thought for a moment, then handed the pen to Xu Shulou, "I don't think the words on the book are as good-looking as yours. Can you write two more words? I want to write according to your handwriting."

  Famous scholars and Confucians all have their own styles, and their characters are sought after by students, and there are not a few of them who copy them.

   This is the first time that Xu Shulou has been asked to like his calligraphy and want to imitate it.

Xu Shulou pointed to the handwriting on the book, "I've wanted to say for a long time, even though I'm a beginner, this is the time to lay the foundation, why do I have to learn this kind of spineless and imposing manner?" Where's the font?"

  Lu Jingzhi said honestly: "Because I have no money to buy expensive ones."

   Xu Shulou was so angry that he turned his back on his back.

  Although he was very angry and unforgiving, he obediently took the brush, changed to a new piece of paper, dipped the pen in ink and wrote a whole page.

  When the teenager is quiet, his face is peaceful, and the corners of his lips have a natural, slightly raised arc.

  His hands are beautiful, and his writing posture is elegant. Even with the most infamous brush in the study, he can write well.

  Let Lu Jingzhi feel ashamed of a person who has "a lot of stationery for poor students" in modern times.

  Lu Jingzhi's gaze moved little by little following the writing on the paper.

   I have to say that watching beautiful people write is a kind of enjoyment, and watching beautiful people write beautiful handwriting is an ultimate sensory enjoyment.

  In order to take care of Lu Jingzhi, Xu Shulou's handwriting was larger than usual.

  It is convenient for her to understand the meaning.

   Obviously Xu Shulou knew the content of this enlightenment book. He opened the book, but he didn't cast his eyes there, and his writing didn't stop.

  When he dropped the last free and easy hook, Lu Jingzhi applauded him without hesitation.

   "Beautiful! You are amazing!"

  How should I describe this feeling—very subtle, obviously clear-headed but as if drunk.

  Flying like a fairy, top-heavy, seems to be able to fly in the next second.

  Xu Shulou showed a slightly satisfied smile. For a moment, he felt that the straightforward and warm person like the little girl was very attractive.

"Keep going."

"What?"

   "There is a book here, you just write one page, there are many words left, and this page is not enough for me to read."

  Xu Shulou understood Lu Jingzhi's intention after confirming that his ears were fine—this person wanted him to copy a book for him!

   It's, it's just brazen!

  (end of this chapter)