bullyxtreme Chapter 349 - Words
Chapter 349 - Words
"Aunt Feng, I respect you as my elder, so I advise you not to touch the people around me, otherwise the situation would not be as simple as it is now." He shook off Aunt Feng's hand and protected Xing'er behind him.
"You...how dare you lay hands on me!"
Song Yunli ignored the two of them, turned around and sat down at the desk to continue writing.
"Miss Feng Bai, although Aunt Feng has such a temper, she is still a very good person. She teaches piano skills and I teach calligraphy and painting. Neither of them is physical training and will not have any effect on the baby in your belly." Aunt Qin hurried forward to smooth things over.
Who would have thought that Fenggu would not appreciate it and pushed Qingu hard.
"Then let's start." Song Yunli said lightly.
Seeing that she was willing to cooperate, Qin Gu smiled brightly and hurriedly sat down opposite her desk. When she lowered her head, she saw the book she was writing. Her eyes flashed and she was stunned.
"Miss Feng Bai, did you write this word?"
"Exactly!"
Aunt Qin didn't bother to ask. She picked up the book, held it in front of her and began to flip through it. The light in her eyes became brighter with each page she turned. After turning more than twenty pages, she was so excited that she covered her chest with her hands, as if she had gained a great benefit.
Song Yunli looked at Qin Gu in confusion, and couldn't help wondering in her heart, could it be that her adapted version of the Sleeping Beauty story was so touching?
"Miss Feng Bai, your handwriting is so beautiful, it resembles the brushwork of the famous calligrapher and painter Prince Nanyuemu. I really have nothing to teach you. It was Aunt Qin who spoke nonsense before, please don't take it to heart." After saying this, Aunt Qin lowered her head and flipped through the book in her hand again. The light in her eyes became brighter and brighter, as if she wanted to hang a pair of eyes on it.
When she was still a young lady from an official family, she once traveled to Nanyue with her father and brother. By chance, she saw two works of Prince Mu in a study and was instantly attracted by the style of his calligraphy and painting. Unfortunately, her father and brother did not have that much money at that time, so they had to give up.
When she later raised enough money to buy the two works, they had disappeared. Later, she heard that Prince Mu had gone crazy and never painted again, so she had some regrets.
"Aunt Qin, do you recognize Prince Mu's handwriting?" Song Yunli asked after finally suppressing the joy in her heart. There was actually someone in a place like this who knew A'mu. Maybe Aunt Qin could have some clues about A'mu.
"Prince Mu's calligraphy and paintings are famous in all major countries. One of his calligraphy is truly priceless. Many people who love calligraphy and painting are proud to collect his calligraphy and paintings." Aunt Qin said as she stroked the book written by Song Yunli.
Seeing Qin Gu's infatuated look, Song Yunli felt a little disappointed. It turned out that Qin Gu had only seen Amu's calligraphy and paintings and did not know Amu. So she must not know Amu's whereabouts.
"Miss Feng Bai, I have an unreasonable request. I wonder if you can agree to it?" Aunt Qin blushed slightly.
"Just tell me, it would be great if I can help you to the best of my ability." Song Yunli said lightly.
"I wonder if the girl could give me this book?"
Qin Gu blushed and lowered her head. Although this calligraphy was not as good as Prince Mu's, it was about 80% similar, and it had a different style. If it were to be circulated outside, it would be worth a lot of money.
Song Yunli couldn't help but look at the book, and the scene of her being punished to write big characters as a child gradually emerged in her mind. At first, she really couldn't write calligraphy so what she wrote looked like dog crawling, but later he taught her.
Even though she had learned it, she still liked to write her characters crookedly and big, and she would see his face instantly turn cold with helplessness, and then he would hold her hand and write word by word.
She actually has her own handwriting style. Maybe she was thinking of him while she was writing just now, and she imitated him unconsciously.