Hey hey hey~
Why does the article have the kind of disregard for the beauty of life and death for readers?
I want the collection of little angels
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T. T
(Revised from time to time)
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"Whose handwriting do you think is ugly?"
This is the first time Lin Yuanwen meets Huisan.
The little girl with braids has watery eyes.
One hand held a large brush, and the ink dripped downwards along with gravity, and her pure white dress was also stained with ink.
He walked over slowly, opened the drawer, and took out a stack of practice papers, seemingly unconvinced.
"There are uglier ones here!"
Lin Yuanwen turned over it unconsciously, and the more he read, the more he wanted to laugh.
I really don't understand how someone can practice calligraphy like this.
"Did you just start learning today?"
Thousands of arrows pierced her heart, and the little girl with braided braids had a deflated mouth and was about to cry.
"I've been practicing for many years."
Lin Yuanwen laughed out loud.
Huisan glared at him, his face bulging with anger.
"What's so funny? I'm not good at playing music, chess, calligraphy or painting, but today's calligraphy is pretty good."
"Why can't everything work?"
The little girl randomly poked a few times in the water jar, stained it with ink, and continued to practice calligraphy.
The door was not closed tightly, just in time to see Huisan practicing calligraphy.
The skirt on Keisan's chest was stained with more ink.
Keizo's braids hung down to the table.
Huisan rubbed the ink on his face.
Huisan, who was practicing calligraphy, suddenly raised his head and subconsciously looked at the door.
The two people's eyes met like this, and they were caught off guard.
Purpose: Life needs to be faced head-on