After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Wu Cixiu was obviously recalling some past events. The lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth, carved by time, slowly came together, thick and gentle.

"You two kept it a secret. I didn't know he was still drinking because of it."

"How dare I let you know? It's not your fault that you are good-looking and skilled in martial arts. You can only drink alone, right?"

"Haha, I'll go ask him later and bring him a bottle of wine to comfort him for all the grievances he's suffered over the years."

"My young master, you just want to drink!"

The conversations between A Shun and Wu Cixiu about their old friend made Xie Nanxing feel dazed.

It was as if the old friend had not actually passed away. He had been by Wu Cixiu's side all these years, accompanying Wu Cixiu through the most treacherous schemes and human hearts.

Even though I am covered with scars, my original intention remains unchanged.

Wu Cixiu smiled and pointed at the fruit peels on the table: "A Shun, please don't say that to me. I'm going to complain."

Ah Shun shook his head and smiled, then started to clean up the fruit peels on the table, refilled the tea for Wu Cixiu and Xie Nanxing, then turned around and closed the study door.

Xie Nanxing glanced at Ashun's back as he walked towards the sunlight, and actually frowned.

Today, Ah Shun, who used to be so strong that he wanted to protect Wu Cixiu from all the harm in the world, has become much softer.

Behind that softness, there seems to be some hesitation.

Xie Nanxing couldn't understand the tenderness, nor could he read the hesitation.

Wu Cixiu found that Xie Nanxing was easily distracted when she was with him, just like she had been for the past ten years.

He tapped Xie Nanxing's forehead with two fingers: "Xiao Nanxing, what are you thinking about?"

Xie Nanxing rubbed his forehead and replied with a smile: "Uncle Shun looked different today than usual, so I took another look."

Wu Cixiu jumped right into the subject, took out two sheets of rice paper from the drawer, and waved towards Xie Nanxing.

Xie Nanxing walked to Wu Cixiu's side, and when he saw the two pieces of rice paper on the table, there was a hint of distantness in his smile.

The one on the left is the test paper that Xie Nanxing answered on his first day of studying in the palace, and the one on the right has large characters written by Xie Nanxing himself the day before.

Reaching out and touching the two pieces of rice paper, the years of Xie Nanxing's accumulation in this divine capital, and his breakthroughs in love are all presented between the gaps between these big characters.

It turns out that Xie Nanxing has really grown up a lot.

He is no longer Xie Nanxing from Yunhuai Village, who had to use his life as a bargaining chip if he wanted to stand by Shen Jinmo's side.

Xie Nanxing moved the stool next to Wu Cixiu. At first glance, he looked very much like the grandchild that Wu Cixiu had raised at home.

"I always thought my handwriting was ugly now, and I thought it had always been that way. But now that I've really compared it to the past, I've discovered that I've made such great progress."

"I wrote a couplet myself on New Year's Eve last year and pasted it on the gate of the courtyard. I originally thought I was a bit shameless. If the Master had let me see these two pieces of paper earlier, I would have pasted the couplets I wrote myself on the main gate as well."

"Although the characters are not pretty now, this improvement is really worth commending."

The efforts made by Xie Nanxing, who was so weak that he couldn't even climb into a carriage, day and night were all seen by time.

He raised his hand and smoothed the wrinkles on the rice paper again and again: "Your handwriting is ugly compared to Wang Heng. If you compare it with that brat Han Zhou, it's not much different."

Xie Nanxing was somewhat happy: "Taifu, you can't wear down my fighting spirit like this. I naturally want to look up to others. How can I use this to compare with Han Zhou's shortcomings?"

Wu Cixiu was amused by Xie Nanxing's winking look, and his calmness was tinged with lightness.

"I have been practicing calligraphy frequently over the years, not for the purpose of writing beautiful words, but just to drive away distracting thoughts so that I can see the road ahead clearly."

Upon hearing this, Xie Nanxing looked at the piece of rice paper on the desk that was half a palm thick. Judging from the ink marks, it must have been the result of these two days of practice.

"Taifu, your calligraphy is unmatched by any candidate in the world. You have become a living ancestor. If I were to become like you, I would definitely slack off and never work hard again."

Xie Nanxing was telling the truth. Whenever he had half a day's free time, he would definitely take a good rest.

People, you must stay happy and cheerful, so that you will have constant confidence to face the storm.

Wu Cixiu smiled lightly: "I think the calligraphy style is the least important. As long as people can recognize the characters, the value of the characters is revealed."

"If I were to say what is the most important aspect of calligraphy for the viewer, I would say it is its style and character."

"Nan Xing's calligraphy now looks gentle, but in fact, it is full of vigor. It is obvious that he has formed his own style. If he only pursues straight lines and sharp strokes, he will lose the artistic conception."

"Our little Nanxing is already amazing enough."

The handwriting reflects the person's appearance. It has never been the case that the handwriting is as beautiful as the person's appearance.

Instead, he uses words to show his style between the beginning and the end of writing.

Wu Cixiu had indeed been very good to Xie Nanxing in the past, but never like today, with his earnest teachings mixed with indulgence and countless praises.

It felt as if Wu Cixiu was telling Xie Nanxing that he had completed his studies and that his future path should be decided by himself.

He stood up from the soft stool and bowed to Wu Cixiu: "Nanxing must remember the teachings of the Grand Tutor. In the future, he must practice calligraphy beyond the shape of the characters themselves to find his own character and true heart."

Wu Cixiu's suggestion is about words, but it is not just about words.

Considering Xie Nanxing's age, it is good enough to be able to achieve what he has now.

But Wu Cixiu, I hope Xie Nanxing can go a few steps further and let what he does transcend the matter itself.

Nowadays, Xie Nanxing is too easily trapped by the things happening in the present.

Overworking your body and mind can easily deplete your health.

However, Xie Nanxing's body could not withstand the exhaustion.

But there are some things that Xie Nanxing needs to figure out on his own.

Putting away the two pieces of rice paper on the desk, Wu Cixiu opened a heavy sandalwood box, took out a piece of gold-sprinkled rice paper, and handed it to Xie Nanxing.

The two words "Zi Ji" appear vividly on the paper.