Qin Yanan didn't expect that Liu Changan had already prepared it. Girls probably had the thought of "I don't want to marry you, but if you like me, it's not bad."
Just like when many couples quarrel, when the girl is the stronger side, she often likes to break up … In fact, they don't really want to break up, but they like to see the boy beg and admit his mistake. If they really break up, it's best if the boy still can't forget her.
In short, it's the most common problem of girls to value their own emotions more. It has to be cured.
Qin Yanan's dissatisfaction was quickly dispelled. It was just a subconscious reaction. In reality, there was a seven-year age gap between them. After Qin Yanan found out about this fact, she didn't think that their relationship had anything to do with the ambiguous relationship between a man and a woman.
She asked for it and got it. Even if she cooked a delicious meal for him every few days, it was worth it. Qin Yanan felt that her cooking skills were appreciated, and there were not many opportunities for her to show her skills.
Flipping through it, it was Liu Changan's great-grandfather's tone. He had rejected Qin Peng's good intentions. His words were concise and comprehensive, and there were not too many polite words. What made Qin Yanan sigh with emotion the most was that although the old man was already so old, his brush strokes were still as smooth as ever. His vigor and elegance were natural, and there was not the slightest bit of restraint or restraint. At such an old age, he had such skills, yet he was not prominent in the world. He was indeed worthy of being a hero of the older generation. His breadth of mind and bearing made future generations sigh at their inferiority, look up at him, and admire him endlessly.
"What are you sighing about?" Liu Changan said with a smile. Seeing her expression, he remembered the situation when he taught a little girl to learn calligraphy.
"If contemporary calligraphers see such excellent calligraphy, I'm afraid that they will be ashamed of their inferiority and suffer a serious blow." Qin Yanan rolled up the letter and held it carefully in her hand. These words were not only wonderful works, but also related to the ending of her marriage.
"They are all little guys who have only practiced for a few decades. It's unfair to compare them. They have already written very well." Liu Changan said matter-of-factly. When it came to calligraphy, in addition to having excellent talent, a little bit of improvement in the realm depended on perseverance, perseverance, and hard work. It was accumulated over time, and there was no shortcut.
Nowadays, how many people would practice calligraphy for eight hours a day from morning till night, for decades as if it was just one day? The art no longer had the vitality and appeal it once had.
"That's true. Old mister has cultivated for more than a hundred years." Qin Yanan nodded in understanding. In her great-grandfather's generation, people started to practice calligraphy as soon as they learned to read. That was more than a hundred years ago.
"I haven't practiced for a long time. Originally, I thought that sending a text message to your great-grandfather would be enough, but he is a person who doesn't even have a mobile phone number. He is old-fashioned." Liu Changan shook his head.
It was the first time that Qin Yanan heard someone describe Qin Peng as "old-fashioned". She was too lazy to be angry with him. It was harmless for the younger generation to "speak ill" of the elders together. She smiled softly. Even if great-grandfather had a mobile phone, how many people could disturb him at will?
"By the way, how is your handwriting? How much skill do you have? "Qin Yanan waved the letter in her hand.
"It's more than enough to be your teacher. Do you want me to teach you calligraphy?"
Qin Yanan really wanted to gain something from practicing calligraphy, but she also knew that a good teacher was not enough for calligraphy. The key was to have the determination to invest energy and time first. Another thing was … She also thought that Liu Changan's calligraphy level was at least better than hers, but it was a little embarrassing for Qin Yanan to learn calligraphy from her little cousin who was seven years younger than her.
Liu Changan said so. After all, Qin Yanan was also old. She was not the little girl who he held in his arms and taught step by step.
"I will take it that you are willing to teach. When I have time, I will find you to be my teacher." Qin Yanan remembered a more important thing. "I have a friend. She is a very cute girl. She is about the same age as you. Do you want me to introduce her to you?"
"Not interested."
"You are so cold."
"Is she as good-looking as you?"
Qin Yanan thought for a while. "She said that she is the most beautiful in the world, and I am the second most beautiful."
After that, Qin Yanan showed a little shyness. Of course, it was to cover up her slight pride. If she was proud of being the second most beautiful in the world without a little shyness, it would be too shameless. Qin Yanan didn't have the unparalleled confidence of Zhu Juntang … She didn't know where it came from.
"No, I think An Nuan is the most beautiful in the world. You two move to the back." Liu Changan laughed.
Of course, Qin Yanan was not convinced, but she had to admit that An Nuan was a girl on campus after all. For a man, the girl on campus was like his fantasy of the most beautiful first love, and he was always particularly enthusiastic. This bonus was no less than the halo of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
An Nuan had a double halo.
"Then do you know who is the most beautiful in the world?" Liu Changan asked Qin Yanan, who held back from refuting him.
"Beauty?"
"Beauty's face is a little thin and sad." Liu Changan shook his head.
"Hepburn?"
"She has too many dreamy colors, and too many men's fantasies are concentrated in her."
Qin Yanan didn't agree with Liu Changan's evaluation. Your world's most beautiful An Nuan, isn't it still your fantasy?
"Who else can it be? Monroe … She is too sexy. "Qin Yanan looked down at her chest, and then raised the letter to cover her chest.
"Ye Sijin." Liu Changan looked at Qin Yanan and said. Of course, he didn't really objectively evaluate her. It was just that other beautiful and enchanting women had already disappeared in the dust, and no trace of their true appearance was left in the world. The impression in Liu Changan's mind was also blurred. Only Ye Sijin was the most beautiful woman in his mind.
Qin Yanan was really surprised by this answer. Just like ordinary people didn't care whether their parents were beautiful or not, Qin Yanan's impression of Ye Sijin was more like a perfect goddess. How could her appearance be comparable to that of ordinary women in the world?
"This is your great-grandfather's answer, right?" Qin Yanan slightly raised the corner of her mouth, lowered her voice, and revealed a look of gossip among the elders behind their backs. "Then ask him again, who is more beautiful between Ye Sijin and Su Mei?"
Qin Yanan immediately realized that Liu Changan also knew about Su Mei.
That was because Liu Changan was holding an oily drumstick. The skin had peeled off, revealing the tender drumstick meat inside. It was smooth and fragrant. His movements stopped and he didn't continue to chew on it.
The drumstick fell into the bowl, and the small bowl spun a few times. It wobbled, and a few drops of soup splashed onto his leg.
His eyes didn't move, like a robot with a soul in the movies that suddenly crashed. His black pupils contracted all the emotions.
Of course, such an expression itself was a strange emotion, and it was hard to understand.
"Who is more beautiful, Ye Sijin or me?"
"You went to support Zhou Xuan again?"
"Ruan Lingyu's new film is on, you have to go watch it, right?"
"Hehe, the Su Family shouldn't have invested in Butterfly!"
"I'm going to buy all the karaoke clubs in Zhonghai, and only let ugly singers sing on stage. Let's see where else you can go."
"I know a man's words can't be trusted in bed, but even if you coax me a little, I'll still be very happy. Then let me ask you: Me or Ye Sijin, who is more beautiful?"
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