Qing'er looked at her and felt funny in her heart, could she? Nine times out of ten, something would happen. As expected, she stirred a few times and water splashed all around. She tilted her head to stir with her index finger, which made her little hands dirty.
My clothes and clothes were also stained with ink stains.
"Stop it, it will get all over your body." Qing'er took out a small handkerchief, wiped her little hands, and said softly, "Let Qing'er do the ink grinding."
"Yes. I've finished polishing it." She blinked and stared at the dark water on the inkstone.
Qing'er smiled lightly, "That one can't be used yet. It's too clear."[
Suddenly, except for the sound of the piano, there was silence all around. What happened? Qing'er raised her eyes and realized that countless pairs of eyes were falling on herself and He'er.
Qing'er's appearance is outstanding, her smile is charming, and the two people suddenly appeared, it's strange that she didn't attract more attention.
"Miss, are you participating in the competition, or am I participating?"
The little guy tilted his head and thought about it, then immediately said, "Of course it's me."
"Then do you do the calligraphy and painting?"
"Yes! But I don't know the characters. The characters here are too complicated. Qing'er, you write one first, and I'll copy it." She spoke clearly, paused, and added, "One stroke at a time.
Come on, don’t be too cursory. The words are messy and the strokes cannot be seen clearly.”
Qing'er didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Is there anyone who doesn't know how to read and participate in this kind of literary competition? Probably only she can do it. He still followed her wishes and polished the ink first with a smile.
The little guy now put his hands on the corner of the table and stared at Qing'er blankly.
Qing'er was polishing her ink while looking at her clear eyes, with a trace of satisfaction and a trace of joy in her eyes. Just don't look at the piano player all the time.
Thinking of Qing'er looking at the piano master, she said to her heart, she admired this man a little. After coming here for so long, he was the only one who didn't look at her in the eyes due to his stunning appearance.
Who is this violinist? I kind of want to know.
Looking back on her thoughts, Qing'er regretted it again. She really shouldn't have looked at him, so she took He'er and looked at him. She was dumbfounded and ignored him. She called out with a stern face, "He'er!"
"Well, what's the matter?" He looked back reluctantly.
"Watch what I write and study carefully."
"Yeah. But I have conditions."
"What conditions?"
"I'll see if you smile." The childish little face was very serious.
These words made people laugh and cry, and Qing'er, who was originally stern-faced, suddenly relaxed again. He put down the ink stick, picked up the pen, and was about to light up the ink——
The little guy stopped talking again, "Look! Qing'er looks beautiful when she smiles. Even more beautiful than the lotus on the lake."[
Beautiful?! The corners of Qing'er's mouth twitched and her eyelids narrowed slightly. This word was taboo. But when it came from He'er's mouth, she couldn't get angry at first?