Female Master's Warm Jade

16

"Me?"

Pei Jingyao stared at the pen in a daze, his eyes somewhat at a loss. He had not held a pen for nearly three years, and now he had the chance to pick it up again. He put down the rice paper in his hand, raised his hand and took it slowly and solemnly.

Pei Jingyao felt that everything was just like a dream. He watched Yun Si grind ink for him with a smile, and then spread out the rice paper patiently and gently.

She smiled and said, "Of course it's you."

He held the pen and dipped it in ink with a trembling wrist, but the moment he put the pen down was extremely stable, and the ink flowed like clouds and smoke. Yun Si thought that Pei Jingyao's handwriting would be as beautiful and graceful as other men. But the words he wrote were thin and hard, with strong bones and penetrating, and he was even more reserved than ordinary women.

In just a few breaths, the handwriting jumped onto the paper, and the sunlight shone through the window onto the table, coating his slender and white fingertips with a layer of light gold.

He wrote the two words "Yun Si".

Yun Si raised his eyebrows, and then looked at him with a smile in his eyes. Pei Jingyao felt her gaze, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously. When he looked at the rice paper again, the tip of the pen couldn't help shaking.

A drop of ink dripped down the tip of the pen. Pei Jingyao widened his eyes and was about to exclaim, but saw Yun Si quickly took the rice paper away, and the drop of ink fell on the wooden table the next second.

Pei Jingyao didn't think too much. Yun Si asked him to write just now, and he wrote the first word that came to his mind on the paper. When the last stroke fell, he looked at the two words on the rice paper and his cheeks turned slightly red.

Yun Si's voice happened to sound at this time, "The handwriting is elegant and majestic, and it is much sharper than many women's handwriting. Jingyao really surprised me."

Yun Si's voice of praise sounded, and Pei Jingyao wiped the ink on the table with shame. As he moved, the sunlight just happened to shine on his cheek. From Yun Si's perspective, he could see his slightly red ears and fluff.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Miss, you are too kind."

Yun Si's fingertips moved, and she suddenly felt an urge to pinch it. She took the brush from Pei Jingyao's hand and thought for a moment. Under Pei Jingyao's gaze, Yun Si wrote two words on the left side of the rice paper.

She wrote with the brush, and her strokes were as unrestrained as a dragon. The two words "Jingyao" fell on the paper with vigorous force. Yun Si put away the brush, turned to look at Pei Jingyao beside her, and said with a smile.

"Reciprocity, do you like it?" Do

you like it... These extremely ambiguous words made Pei Jingyao's breathing heavier. He looked at the two names on a piece of paper, his name and Yun Si's name. They

were written side by side like a wedding invitation letter.

Pei Jingyao raised her fingertips and gently placed them on the edge of the rice paper. The next second, she took them back as if she was burned. Yun Si looked at his actions, with some confusion in his eyes.

"Young lady's handwriting is free and unrestrained, and seems to be unique."

Pei Jingyao's gentle voice sounded. He had suppressed the unrealistic fantasy in his heart and concentrated his mind on Yun Si's handwriting. When Master Pei was alive, he was also a master of calligraphy. Pei Jingyao had copied many masters' works when he was young, and most of the works of various schools were remembered by heart.