The word "涓" is a word that Mrs. Ye didn't like several times. It was a matter of grudges. Her husband saw the disadvantages at a glance, and it became more and more difficult to get over it. But he didn't hear him for a long time, and finally he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "What about the word "涓"?"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said, "Madam is willing to talk to me?"

Mrs. Ye's face darkened and she turned her head away.

"Madam... Since I'm here today, I won't talk to you about things you don't like to hear. But Madam and I have not talked about calligraphy for a long time. I'm here tonight, I really want to have no other intentions in talking about calligraphy with my wife. After all, we have been practicing calligraphy together for decades. Why don't you put those unhappy past aside for the time being and say a few words to me calmly?"

Mrs. Ye sneered: "I'm afraid you sell more than this medicine in your gourd."

Ye Zhiqiu said sadly: "Madam, no one can be ruthless than plants? Xiaochen is no longer in the mansion, Yin'er is older, and only the two of us are getting older. I just want to come over and say a few common words, can you please ask your wife not to... Don't treat me like an enemy anymore. I know, no matter what I say, my wife will inevitably feel like I have something to do. But tonight, I have no other meaning except calligraphy. If you mention a word, your wife can just take me out."

"Hmph, it's a blessing for you to stop persuading me those dirty things."

Ye Zhiqiu endured it from the beginning. No matter how mean Mrs. Ye was, she just replied indifferently: "No."

Mrs. Ye turned her body over with a skeptical attitude. Although she did not speak, her expression had been eased a little more than before.

"Madam, the four-point water strokes below like the word "涓涓" are the most interesting part..." Ye Zhiqiu said, lifting up the pen and dipping it in ink. Seeing that he was trying to write, Mrs. Ye couldn't help but get up to take a look.

I saw my husband gently lifting the purple hair, his pen was broken and his mind was connected, and the ink was indeed full of fun and amazing.

Seeing that she was fully focused, Ye Zhiqiu took advantage of the situation to write a few more words with four points of water and explained them in detail. Mrs. Ye was informed and was pointed out clearly, and she couldn't help but nod.

In the blink of an eye, a cup of tea passed. Mrs. Ye had long forgotten the "discomfort" on her body and gradually began to ask questions and answer questions with her husband.

Ye Zhiqiu said for a while, then picked up a piece of clothing for his wife, handed the bowl of soup over and said, "There is still warm, hurry up and take a few sips. If you don't eat, I always worry."

Mrs. Ye frowned and said, "I don't want to eat."

"Can I feed you like when I was a child?" Ye Zhiqiu asked with a smile.

Mrs. Ye's face turned red without feeling it.

My husband was talking about the incident when they fled south from the northern border. At that time, they had no food on them. They had very little hungry. When they passed by farmers along the way, they finally got a bowl of hot soup. However, they were used to being pampered since childhood and refused to eat the soup. It was because my husband saved the bowl of soup and didn't drink it. He fed it to himself with a spoonful of spoons.

After fifty years of storm, after all, I am a person by my pillow. How could I erase my love for most of my life? Besides, no matter how annoyed I am, I am annoyed that he is unwilling to live a peaceful life. If I leave those things aside, my husband will not be able to find any other faults to him. Computer::/

Mrs. Ye picked up the bowl and took a sip and put it down, which was no intention of trashing her husband.

"You are really just talking about calligraphy today?" The same question was no longer as strict as before.

"Yes." Ye Zhiqiu smiled and said, "But the wife cannot be in vain after she has received my teachings. She must be rewarded."

Mrs. Ye thought to herself, and she had an intention behind her back, and immediately changed her face and scolded: "What are your ideas?"

Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand and said, "Madam, don't be anxious, please listen to me finish your words." As he said that, he took out a few manuscripts from his sleeve and handed them over.

Mrs. Ye took it and looked at it, wonderingly: "What... does this mean? Look at the document written on it, it seems to be a document copied by your Ministry of Rites on weekdays? Why did you use it to me to see this for?"

"Madam, don't worry about what is written on it. You only look at the words of this person. Today I said that I was talking about calligraphy with my wife, so I won't say anything else that is irrelevant."

Mrs. Ye was stunned and looked carefully as she spoke.

Ye Zhiqiu continued, "This person is a new chief clerk of my Ministry of Rites. He is young and likes calligraphy like us. He knows that I have some attainments, so he privately asked me for advice. However, he wrote regular script, not my strengths. I wanted to teach him, but I couldn't say anything, so he seemed to understand it even though he heard it. So I thought to take it to my wife and I would definitely be able to learn something. This is the official document he copied on weekdays, and I took a few pictures of it."

After hearing this, Mrs. Ye's face obviously relaxed a lot. She sat under the lamp and looked at it several times. Fang said, "This person is indeed a young man, and his words are quite interesting."

"Oh? What does this mean by Madam?"

"The characters are like the person. Look at his characters. Although they are written in small regular script, they are always a bit unrestrained and unwilling to restrain them. It can be said that he is not restricted, and he is still in accordance with the rules when it is ups and downs, and the well-written parts are quite well organized. I guess this person must have invited famous teachers to be a model since he was a child, so he has such a pen tip. But..."

"Um?"

"But his words have many flaws in the subtleties. It would be very strange if he said that he was a famous teacher as an example but did not correct him."

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but secretly admire his wife for judging him.

This word is the official document copied by Prince Li Chongyan in the Ministry of Rites. The prince has been a famous calligrapher since he was a child, so he naturally has the style of a famous master. However, those teachers were concerned about the identity of the prince and did not dare to be too strict. Therefore, there was nothing wrong with the prince's words at a minimum, but when they looked closely, they were all kinds of problems.

Mrs. Ye continued: "This person's calligraphy is still shallow, and it takes time to improve. If I were you, there would be nothing else. Let him write more than a dozen pieces of wolf brushes first, and he will naturally be able to go up to the next level."

"What the lady said makes sense, but he sincerely asked for advice. If I answered like this, it would seem a bit perfunctory?" Ye Zhiqiu looked embarrassed.

Mrs. Ye felt a little strange. How could her husband be so cautious when a young man? She lowered her head and thought for a while and asked, "You said just now that he was young and could be the new chief clerk of the sixth rank. Could it be the young master of a powerful family in Beijing? So she didn't dare to teach too strictly after hiring a teacher. You have to be polite to him?"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly and said, "Uh... the wife is also aware of the things in Beijing. Every year, there are not always one or two children of colleagues from the court who are sent to various departments to make a salary... His father is not a small background, but..." As soon as he said this, he hurriedly pinched his words and said, "Hey, let's not talk about these irrelevant things in the court, let's only say this."

The topic was taken out by Mrs. Ye, but Ye Zhiqiu consciously didn't say it.

Although it was not an important matter, Mrs. Ye felt that her husband seemed to have some sincerity in reconciliation today.

"Madam, after I got his words, I thought that if I wanted to point him out, I should copy his words so that I could easily notice what was wrong with him. But there are a few words that I always didn't learn like, and I don't know how he wrote it like this, such as this, and this, and this word."

Mrs. Ye followed the look and asked her husband to write a few for comparison. After reading it carefully for a while, she said, "I understand."

"What does Madam understand?"

"Seeing words is like seeing people. You don't learn their words like them, because of your personality."

"personality?"

"Yes, you have always been meticulous in your work. When writing regular script, you cannot reveal your tips. His calligraphy is not so thoughtful, and he is a little casual when writing."

Mrs. Ye said, picking up the pen and copying a few words. It turns out that it is more like the handwriting on the official document than Ye Zhiqiu.

"Look at him, especially when he finishes his strokes, he should not be restrained, but likes to show off. He must be a very good person to be very fond of merit."

"Hahaha, so that's it. Madam really has a sharp and unique vision. Let me give you a try." Ye Zhiqiu immediately followed a few. Although she looked a little bit like her, she was still unsatisfactory.

Once the two of them started to learn calligraphy, they always forgot the time. While Mrs. Ye was teaching and Ye Zhiqiu was approaching, they spoke softly and softly, and they even let down most of the previous rift.

It was just that he was quite troublesome to write. Mrs. Ye couldn't help but pick up the half bowl of cold soup and wanted to take a few more sips, but was stopped by her husband.

"If you want to drink, I will heat it up for you." Ye Zhiqiu said, and then he wanted to pick up the bowl and go out.

"No." Mrs. Ye reached out to stop her. She glanced at her husband and lowered her head and said, "No... Actually... you are better than anything else as you are now. I don't need anything else..."

"Madam..." Ye Zhiqiu put down the bowl and gently embraced his wife in his arms. "I'm willing, I really want to. I thought, we are so old, although your husband is not as short as the people of Bihai, it may be less than ten thousand days to stay with you. We have escaped from death since childhood and experienced the suffering that ordinary people cannot bear. This is a great blessing from our ancestors..."

When Mrs. Ye heard him mention the past, she couldn't help but tell her emotions: "This is what I have said to you thousands of times. Why did you wake up today? Flowers bloom and fade in the moment, why should you and me pursue those ethereal and easy-to-disperse things? But I don't understand, why did you suddenly change your temper and be willing to say such clear words..."

Ye Zhiqiu sighed quietly and said, "What you heard is that Han Fu is dead. After his death, I woke up like a dream. I realized that the things in this world are joys, angers, sorrows, and victory and defeat of Wang Kou, Yu Shenming's eyes were just a hurried night of laughter and cry. I was also tired when the day was in danger."

Mrs. Ye broke away from her husband's arms, opened her eyes wide and asked, "What do you really think so? How can you believe you if you want me?"
Chapter completed!