Release that Man

Ye Yeshuang only knows that it is not easy to mix today, but did not expect it to be so bad.

She had no idea what kind of brutality she could have to her parents-in-law, but Fang Mo, who had been mentally prepared, heard that after Ye Shuang's voice fell, Grandma Luo's natural understatement continued: "That Let's write some, too, and listen to Xiaofeng's saying that you are both a painter and a painter. "

"!!!"

That little king **** even said that? !!

Ye Yeshuang burst into tears in an instant, and his brother Bai Pai has been around for so many years. This pig teammate's decisive pit sister did not explain,

Grandma asked to let go! It ’s all a family, why is it too urgent to fry ...

Fang Mo's throat almost overflowed with a smile, but fortunately, before he spoke, he fisted up to his lips and coughed down—not because he was not kind, mainly because of his beautiful and beautiful friend's face The cheating expression that appeared instantly was too dreadful.

I was shocked as if I had just stabbed Lei.

Grandma Luo was also slightly uncomfortable by Ye Shuang's wronged eyes. It seemed that her granddaughter Shuang Shuang had loved such coquettishness since she was a child ... Yo, it seems that although the portrait of Qin Qi was blown out, this person told I'm really close ...

After thinking about it that way, Grandma Luo was not so deliberately troublesome, thinking about just tapping and hitting it, so the tone also slowed down: "It's okay, leaflet, just write two words. It just happens to be the old of the Provincial Book Association Seniors are here too, let them give you pointers ?! "

Grandma Miluo was kind, in fact, she was mainly thinking, since Ye Xiaodi dare to blow such a cow, then even if this new aunt is not a real name, at least you can still write the brush writing.

When Fang Mo heard this, he glanced aside, and sure enough, he saw a few familiar old men standing not far away. It seemed that he hadn't been found in the inner room just now, and he didn't know how to concentrate today.

And this "grandmother" is really amazing. Only after a while, can people who are unfamiliar with life catch up with others? !!

I can also ask for advice ... It seems that people who grow old are really not joking.

In Fang Mo's thoughts, she naturally missed Ye Shuang's weak eyes for help.

A group of grandfathers twisted their beards with a smile on the shopkeeper's desk, and there was a grandma Luo standing beside him, Ye Shuang felt urgency when she pinched the brush ......

"It looks good to look at the position of the pinch pen." The old men next to him also thought and laughed with Grandma Luo, pointing at Ye Shuang, pointing at the mountains and rivers: "How many years has this junior family practiced in this old girl's house? This year I can calm down There are not many children. They are the stuff of the ancestors. We definitely hope to pass it on from generation to generation ... Rest assured, you must give pointers to this child. "

Ye Shuanglu Mountain Waterfall Khan, of course this posture is pretty good, her body coordination is super good now, any movement can be imitated 80% to 90%, of course, this is also due to genetic optimization ... The problem is the packed memory of aliens There is no such skill as writing brushes. No matter how good physical coordination is, she ca n’t hold the indigenous culture of the earth!

I do n’t know if the print is counted. If the old men do n’t hate it, she would just take a copybook and scan it outside. One person would get one copy, and so on. Wait, scan? !!

Ye Shuang, who was staring at him, began to think wildly, and finally found a way out.

The old men next to the puppet were a little suspicious when they saw Ye Shuangguang standing and posing, and suddenly found that the child's eyes were alive, so he calmed down again and waited for Frost's pen to smile.

But Ye Shuang set his heart down and set his eyes on the copybook. His brain moved at a high speed in an instant, and he began to analyze the paper size, font layout, proportion ...

When Fang Mo came back, he also noticed the embarrassment of Ye Shuang's face ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I wanted to think of a way to save the little friend, but before he could speak, Ye Shuang had started to write. .

Ink splashing, chic and dripping ... No wonder!

Almost all the people at the scene felt awkward at the moment of writing.

This is not to say that the words written by her are not good-looking. In fact, the words written by Ye Shuang are so beautiful. At first glance, they look exactly like the copybook with Lanting's preface "Six Seven Success". Up ... it's exactly the same.

The awkwardness mainly lies in Ye Shuang's expression when he wrote. There is no literary literati Mo Shi's wildness and unscrupulousness, and no scholars are meticulous. She looks like she is doing a scientific research work. She is full of concentration and even because she is too focused. And frowned slightly ...

The old men looked at each other, and after seeing this subtle difference, they were a little dumbfounded.

Everyone who engages in art belongs to the perceptual type. In short, it is the difference between liberal arts students and science students ... what do you say when you write a calligraphy like a physical experiment? !!

She Yeshuang didn't notice the tangles of others, and she was still following the composition drawn by scanning in her mind, carefully copying the entire copybook to the paper under her hand.

After she stopped writing, she wiped her sweat and set the brush aside. Then she looked up and smiled, "Well, please give pointers."

"..." point? !! Correct print? !!

For a moment Fang Mo was speechless.