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Chapter 288

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    At noon, Zhou Ning threatened Zhao Fan and others, saying that she was going to use her connections to get herself on the stage of the New Year's Day party.

    In fact, she just wanted to respond to them. Who told them to look greedy when they saw Qin Shao?

    In the afternoon, she fell asleep in the dormitory. One moment she returned to her previous life and was criticized in the dean's office. The next moment she was in the East Village. The dead Wang, with no eyeballs in his eyes, stared at her. The next moment, Qiu Hongmei  During the delivery, a big fat boy threw himself into her arms and called her sister.

    "Zhou Ning, wake up, wake up quickly, are you having a nightmare?"

    Xu Yangyang, who was squatting next to him, picked up a piece of paper from the ground, looked at it strangely and asked, "Is this yours? It fell from your bed."

    Zhou Ning, who was sleepy, took it and took a closer look. No wonder she had a nightmare and was almost pressed into bed by a ghost. It turned out that the talisman drawn by the old Taoist for her was broken.

    When you unfold it, you can see that there are lines drawn with cinnabar on the talisman, which are so faint that the shape cannot be seen.

    How many disasters have you prevented for her?  !

    After washing and changing clothes, under Xu Yangyang's dumbfounded gaze, Zhou Ning spread out the yellow paper, took out the cinnabar and a writing brush, burned an incense piously, and started to draw the talisman.

    When she stopped, Xu Yangyang asked with a horrified look, "What are you doing?"

    "No, I'm practicing calligraphy!"

    "What about lying? I'm not a three-year-old child."

    After the cinnabar dried, Zhou Ning folded it carefully, tied it with red thread, and stuffed it into her pocket.

    "Don't believe it? If you don't believe it, I'll write it to you."

    After thinking about it, Li Li was about to get married. Li Guoliang didn't have time to help prepare. Mrs. Jin was weak on her own, so she simply wrote out the wedding couplet.

    "First couplet: The bright moon casts two shadows of wild geese. Second couplet: The frost reflects the twin shadows of plum blossoms: Luan and phoenix sing in harmony."

    Completed in one go!

    Xu Yangyang stared straight at it.  Although she didn't know calligraphy, she could tell with her long eyes that Zhou Ning's handwriting was so good.

    This should be the level of a calligrapher.

    "I'm going to find Qin Shao for dinner. Do you need to bring anything?"

    Xu Yangyang shook his head stupidly, his eyes still staring at Xilian on the table.

    "If you like it, I will write one for you when you get married."

    Zhao Fan and Nie Rui pushed the door open and saw Xu Yangyang sitting there blankly, smiling like a fool.

    "What's wrong with you? Don't you go to the cafeteria to eat?"

    Seeing that she was indifferent, Zhao Fan curled his lips and climbed onto the bed by stepping on the armrest.

    "What are you doing?" Nie Rui, who was sitting on the bunk next to her, also looked stupid. She followed her gaze and saw a couplet on the table.

    "Who wrote it? Is this a wedding celebration?"

    ¡°Don¡¯t move!¡± Nie Rui¡¯s heart was beating wildly with excitement.

    It¡¯s true that the face and body are correct.  From childhood to adulthood, she has been imitating Yan Ti, always lingering outside the gate, unable to touch the essence of Yan Ti.

    The writing on the table is majestic every stroke.  The teacher who taught her once said that the highest state of Yan style calligraphy is like an old withered forest, but with thick flowers and tender stamens, each one is growing angrily, and thousands of branches are vying for growth, full of vitality.

    She has been writing about her face and body for more than ten years, but it can only be similar in spirit and cannot be compared to the real thing.

    The wedding couplet in front of her, with silkworm heads and swallow tails, and straight bows and crossbows, only has eighteen characters in total, but each word is in form and spirit. It is a higher level than the calligraphy she has practiced for many years. No matter how hard she tries, she can't catch it.  Can't catch up.

    Xu Yangyang stood up and walked out like a wooden man. Zhao Fan didn't understand their strange actions. He just muttered that the dormitory smelled of ink, took his lunch box and left first.

    The sound of the door closing suddenly woke Nie Rui up. She stared at the words on the table, and her heart felt as if it had been scratched by claws. It was extremely itchy.

    How great it would be if I wrote it myself!

    She seemed to see countless applause and flowers. The host on the podium excitedly introduced her to everyone, and countless honors came overwhelmingly

    When Xu Yangyang came back from lunch, he found that the dormitory door was open and the wedding couplet on the table was missing.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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