On the way back, Cheng Mi was a little upset.Mu Zhihan is not her master, and if so, why does he refuse to recognize her.She believed that there was nothing wrong with the feeling, but what if it was the illusion that she was too eager to prove that Master was not dead.It annoyed her.There seemed to be something suppressed in her chest, which could erupt at any moment and incinerate her.Just passing by the bookstore, she stopped and bought Fang Sibao to go back.When he got home, Mu Zhihan was still working in the study, and Cheng Mi didn't bother him, but put the pen, ink and paper on the coffee table in the living room.When he came down, Cheng Mi was writing calligraphy in the living room.She was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the wolf's hair in her hand, her long hair hanging to the side, and her expression serious.This scene is very familiar, when she first taught her calligraphy, she was not tall enough to reach the desk, so she would bring a low table and write on her knees.Later, he made her a table suitable for her height, but she didn't like it, so she liked to move a low table and kneel beside her.As soon as you look up from this angle, you can see his face.Even if all you see is a mask.The memory slowly opened like a yellowed picture scroll, and Mu Zhihan involuntarily lightened his steps.She wrote carefully and did not notice him approaching.She didn't look up until he walked over to the coffee table.was stunned for a moment, then smiled."
What are you doing?"
Mu Zhihan came back to his senses from a trance and asked."
Practicing calligraphy, I haven't written for a long time."
Cheng Mi put down the pen and rubbed his sore wrist, "Do you want to write it?"
”Mu Zhihan glanced at her, walked up to her, picked up the wolf hair she had used just now, and dipped it in ink.Cheng Mi hurriedly helped him spread out a piece of rice paper.Not as graceful as her silk show, Mu Zhihan's calligraphy pen walks the dragon and snake, the pen is dangerous, sometimes majestic, sometimes sweeping thousands of troops, and one stroke is quite the momentum of pointing to the country.are all peerless words, if He Yong stood here at this time, he would definitely faint because of excitement.And when Cheng Mi saw such a peerless calligraphy, his face changed slightly, it was not the master's words.Bai Yu's words are elegant, free and easy, the pen is exquisite but not distorted temperament, and the words are full of wanton and rampant.There is no resemblance in the words of the two.It is said that looking at words is like looking at people, if it is the same person's words, even if it is deliberately avoided, there will always be some similar shadows between horizontal and vertical hooks.Cheng Mifan clenched her fists, could it be that she missed her master too much and mistook Mu Zhihan for Baiyu.She has already said that she likes Baiyu, and Mu Zhihan likes her, if he is really Baiyu, there is no reason not to admit it.Seeing that her expression was wrong, Mu Zhihan frowned, "What's wrong with you." ”"It's fine."
Cheng Mi pulled down his face and turned to go upstairs.That night she dreamed of the Master, covered in blood, with swords stuck all over his body, and those dead eyes that followed her like a nightmare.I dreamed that he took off his mask, revealing a blood-stained face, and that face was Shen Suifeng, not Mu Zhihan.His face was full of hideousness and hatred, even stronger than when Mu Zhihan was in a wheelchair.She woke up screaming and broke out in a cold sweat.Cheng Mi turned over and sat up, gasping for air.Shocked."
What's wrong?"
Mu Zhihan sat up with a worried expression.Cheng Mi's eyes were a little out of focus, and it took a while to set the focus on his face.