What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

In shock, Xiao Han had already stopped and stood up.

Put down the brush and look at the rice paper in front of you where the ink has not yet dried.

This is the first time I try it, which is pretty good.

Xiao Han nodded with satisfaction.

Thinking of Lin Qingluo next to him, he turned around and wanted to hear her opinion.

"Sister Qingluo, how do you feel? Don't be afraid that I will be sad, just tell the truth."

Xiao Han's words pulled Lin Qingluo back.

He asked the question after waiting for a reaction.

Lin Qingluo rolled his eyes at him speechlessly.

At such a level, to actually say no is a bit too modest~

Although she is not proficient in calligraphy, she still has the ability to appreciate it.

The words in front of me can no longer be described simply as good.

After touching her chin and studying it for a moment, she organized some words and then started to comment.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is cursive script, right? It's just that this style seems to be the first time I've seen it. Can you tell me about it?"

As he said that, Lin Qingluo frowned.

Looking at the wild and elegant fonts in front of her, she couldn't even think of where she had seen them before.

Xiao Han smiled proudly.

This is a wild grass, it should be the first time it appears in this world today.

Of course it was her first time.

"Sister Qingluo, this is also a kind of cursive script. I call it Kuangcao. I figured it out when I was free. How about it? Can you read it?"

After speaking, Xiao Han looked at Lin Qingluo.

Watching her reaction.

Crazy grass?

Did you research it yourself?

Lin Qingluo looked at Xiao Han with disbelief on his face.

It was like meeting him for the first time.

Can even calligraphy be original now?

This is too shocking.

She swallowed unconsciously and spoke with some difficulty.

"Did you really research this? Did you not lie to me?"

Looking at Xiao Han's serious expression, Lin Qingluo was still full of disbelief.

Don't blame her for being doubtful.

Calligraphy is different from music creation. It is a systematic project.

It’s not just changing a few words or deliberately changing the shape that’s called innovation, it’s called a new font style.

Each font has been tested over time and gradually perfected.

But Lin Qingluo looked left and right at the calligraphy in front of him, and it was clear that it was a very mature style.

It doesn't look like a start-up at all.

But she has been hanging out in the old man's study since she was a child, and there are all kinds of fonts that she doesn't understand.

Today, she was stumped by Xiao Han.

Although he wanted to admit his excellence, Lin Qingluo still retained some doubts in his heart.

She wanted to confirm with the old man.

"It really can't be true anymore. This is indeed the first thing I wrote. It's the only one in this world. If you don't believe me, you can check it out and compare."

Looking at Lin Qingluo's expression, Xiao Han shrugged.

He knew it would be like this.

By consulting his memory, he already knew the status of a real calligrapher in this world.

That is an existence that is respected by thousands of people.

And the hand I showed today already has the shadow of a calligrapher.

No wonder Lin Qingluo was shocked and doubtful.

Seeing Xiao Han's vow, she chose to believe it for the time being.

"Xiaohan, can you write another one? Our old man is also a senior calligraphy enthusiast, and I want to give him one as well."

Lin Qingluo begged.

She believed that the old man would definitely like this new style of work.

Regardless of whether it is Xiao Han's original work or not, it will be the best gift.

"Of course it's no problem. I will visit your home sooner or later. It's also good to establish a good relationship in advance."

Xiao Han laughed and stepped forward to put the dried work aside.

He took another piece of rice paper and began to write freely.

Xiao Han's face turned red after being told this, but Lin Qingluo couldn't help but put her head forward.

Watching Xiao Han write is a kind of enjoyment.

The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, like clouds and flowing water.

"Good~"

When Xiao Han put away his pen, she couldn't help but cheer.

This time it was different from the last one, she felt more natural and elegant.

It feels more comfortable.

At this time, Xiao Han breathed out.

After the first one was rough, the second one became much smoother.

He felt more comfortable writing.

Sure enough, just thinking about calligraphy is not enough. Only by practicing it frequently can you not become unfamiliar with it.

Thinking about it, when the ink was slightly dry, he immediately replaced it with a new piece of rice paper.

Take a breath and continue writing.

Next to him, Lin Qingluo looked at Xiao Han's movements and stepped forward with some doubts.

I don't know what he is going to do.

When Xiao Han put away his pen, she finally couldn't help but ask.

"Xiaohan, two pictures are enough, you don't need so many. What are you doing?"

Xiao Han looked at the new work and nodded with satisfaction.

This is his current level.

"The last two paintings are meant as gifts. I haven't written for a long time and my hands are rusty, so the first one is a waste from practice."

Xiao Han turned around and smiled, pointing at the rice paper next to him.

Wasted manuscript?

Lin Qingluo's heart moved and she looked at Xiao Han with bright eyes.

"Can you give it to me? I want it as a souvenir."

With that said, Lin Qingluo stepped forward, grabbed Xiao Han's arm and shook it gently.

"Okay, okay, here you go~"

This was the witness of Kuangcao's first appearance in this world. He originally wanted to keep it for himself.

Now that Lin Qingluo has brought it up, he has nothing to do.

After all, we will be a family from now on, and whoever hides is not hiding.

Lin Qingluo was full of joy when he heard Xiao Han agreed.

Let go of Xiao Han's arm, stand in front of the first picture, and caress it lovingly.

She had the same idea as Xiao Han, she wanted to collect this first edition.

If Kuang Cao is recognized and accepted by the calligraphy community, the meaning of this first painting will be different.

It may be put into the calligraphy museum for all calligraphy lovers to observe and admire.

Thinking about the possibilities in the future, Lin Qingluo's movements became more and more cautious.

Rolled up gently.

Xiao Han looked at her movements and opened his mouth, but didn't say much.

Three times five divided by two, fold the two words and put them aside.

Start collecting used pen and ink.

These need to be cleaned for easy access next time.

When he came back from the bathroom, Lin Qingluo finally finished cleaning up.

She found a cylinder somewhere, put the work in, and fastened it tightly.

"Sister Qingluo, pack up and let's go to bed early! I'm afraid we have to leave early tomorrow."

Xiao Han stepped forward and hugged Lin Qingluo gently, speaking in her ear.

The hot and humid air exhaled from his mouth made Lin Qingluo's ears turn red.

She could already guess what was going to happen next.

Unconsciously tightening his legs.

Looking at the reddish earlobes, the corners of Xiao Han's mouth curled up slightly.

He picked up Lin Qingluo and walked towards the bedroom.

Soon, rhythmic humming sounded in the room.

A beautiful concert was officially launched.

Amid the patter of drums, the clear sound of the violin was inserted, mixed with the low whimper of the cello.

Sometimes tactful, sometimes rough.

Accompanied by bursts of murmurs, the music gradually reached a climax.

When the song ended, all that was left was the heavy breathing of the musicians.

What a mixed gender sonata, it’s really hard to put down.

Finally, Xiao Han hugged each other and fell asleep.

Xiao Mansion and his party are waiting for tomorrow.