When she returned home from school in the afternoon, Qingrou plunged into her father's study and read a lot of books. She carefully selected some ancient poems and famous quotes that she thought Li liked very much, and copied them in small regular script on the notes.

Qing Wenyuan came home from get off work and saw his daughter, and asked in surprise: "Hey, Rourou, aren't you going to Thursday today? Why are you free to go home?"

"Dad, you are back. I'll check some information and write something." Qingrou responded.

"Oh, okay, then you check it first, Dad will cook for you. What do you want to eat? Rourou?" Qing Wenyuan asked.

"Whatever you do, Dad, I like to eat whatever you do. You do whatever you want, I can do it." Qingrou replied absent-mindedly while copying the poems.

"Hey, this little girl, what does it mean to be casual? What about taking your dad? I don't know if you are coming back and you haven't bought anything. Why don't I go and buy some vegetables and come back, Rourou, let's talk about what you want to eat." Qing Wenyuan said, looking at the empty refrigerator.

"Dad, then you buy more vegetables and eat a lot of food from Xiao Meng at noon, so you're so tired!" Qingrou said.

"Okay, then buy you some fruits. There is black tea on the coffee table. Dad made it at noon. You can drink some to relieve the greasiness. Dad is going to buy vegetables." Qing Wenyuan said. Qingrou said yes and told her to be careful on the way.

On weekdays, Qingrou's mother eats supper in the yard, so Qingwenyuan is even simpler. She heats up lunch in the microwave and then eats it. But today is different from the past. My baby daughter is back, so she can't be so casual.

Qing Wenyuan fryed several vegetables and mixed a large plate of fruit salad with cucumbers, apples, pears and melons, which made Qingrou admire him and said that his skills were almost as good as the chefs in the hotel. This made Qing Wenyuan feel very satisfied.

After dinner, Qingrou packed up the tables and chairs and washed the dishes, and accompanied her father for a walk on the campus. The father and daughter were chatting while walking, talking, like a pair of close friends. Later, on the grass in the corner of the playground, Qingrou asked her father to play music on her mobile phone and do yoga for a while. Qingwen watched silently from the side. He felt that his baby daughter's gentle appearance was a hundred times more beautiful than the yoga coaches on TV.

When he got home, Qing Wenyuan read books, Qing Rou set up calligraphy and painting paper to start writing. The two of them did their own things without interfering with each other.

Maybe it's because I'm writing for the person I love the most, or maybe I just finished practicing yoga, I really have a "focus on my mind and love for the room". When I write, I write like a god helps me, it's like a saint of calligraphy, and I feel particularly touched.

Qingrou first wrote Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" on calligraphy and painting paper in running script: "Building a hut is in the human world, but there is no noise from carriages and horses. How can you? Your heart is far away and you are far away. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, leisurely seeing the southern mountains. The mountain atmosphere is beautiful day and night, and the birds return together. There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it if I want to argue." The paternal life in Tao's poem, the light and distant brush of the scenery in the ruins, is vivid on the paper. After writing, Qingrou stood up and looked left and right, and after watching for a while, she felt very satisfied, so she signed and stamped her Hetian jade seal.

Then, Qingrou wrote Confucius' "The Analects of Confucius" in seal script: "You must change your food in a vegetarian way, and you must move to your seats when you live. You must never get tired of fine food, and you must never get tired of fine meat."

In cursive writing, Fan Zhongyan’s "Fishermen on the River": "People who come and go on the river, but they love the beauty of perch. You see a boat that appears in the storm."

I wrote down what Lao Tzu said in Chapter 60 of the "Tao Te Ching" by Lao Tzu in seal script: "Governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh food." And using running and cursive script "The Notes on the River": Cooking a small fish does not remove the intestines, does not remove the scales, and does not dare to tick it, for fear that it will be foggy."

He also wrote a famous saying in Zhu Bolu's "Maxims of Family Management" in simple and vigorous official script: "A porridge and meal should be thought of as hard as possible; half a thread, half a thread, and always think about material resources."

There is also a couplet "Tao Qian is good at drinking, Yi Ya is good at cooking, and drinks are moderate. Tao Kan is cherishing the inch, Xia Yu is cherishing the part, and everything is clear."

Finally, Qingruo's voice was calm, closed her eyes and calmed her mind, leaving no distractions in her mind until her heart was as calm as water. Then she used cursive writing to write the ancient poem that her lover loved the most, with a magnificent momentum:

Don’t you see the Yellow River water coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

Haven't you seen the bright mirror in the high hall sad with white hair, like blue hair in the morning, turning into snow in the evening.

You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don’t let the golden cup face the moon empty.

I was born with my talents and I would be useful, and I would come back after all my money was lost.

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you must drink three hundred cups of it at a time.

Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, don’t stop the glass when you are about to drink.

I will sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, I hope I will never wake up again for the longest time.

Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, and only those who drink were left with their names.

King Chen had a banquet for Pingle in the past, and he ate a lot of fun and cheerful wine.

What does the owner say is that the money is small? He must buy it and drink it with you.

A rich horse, a thousand gold fur, and a man will be given a good wine, and will be sold with you forever sorrow!

When you write with great satisfaction, the "Guandong Liaowei" in your hand is like the flowing clouds and flowing water, scattering horizontally: the tip is slightly exposed, the tip is also subtle, the tip is exposed, the pen is suddenly stopped, like a sharp knife cutting; the pen is hanging needle is straight and side, either curved or straight. The wonderful pen in the painting is clear and leaping; there is no deviation or resoluteness, and the hardness and softness are combined.

After writing, Qingrou read it herself and was very satisfied. She felt that the current painting "Jiangjinjiu" was better than the one I gave to Li Chao last time. The whole work was graceful and elegant, and incredible! She thought Li Chao would definitely like it.

After reading the book and preparing the class, Qing Wenyuan came to his daughter's room to see her writing. When he saw the room hanging on the calligraphy works he had written by his daughter, he was shocked and said: "Rou Rou, who do you want to give to so much?"

Qingrou replied casually: "It's for a good friend."

Qing Wenyuan became even more confused and asked, "Ha, which of your friends has such great face and asks you to write so much? Dad asked for your Uncle Ouyang last time, and it took a long time to write two of them." Then he looked around his daughter's room and said with a sour look: "It seems that your friend's face is much more than his father's!"

"Dad, what are you saying? Who has the best view as you? Others often help me and give me a lot of calligraphy and painting papers. People should not express their feelings. Dad, come and see how this one I just finished?"

Qing Wenyuan walked up to take a closer look at the article "Winning to Wine" that his daughter had just finished writing: one stroke, and it looked like a horse that flew out of the reins and flew out like a dragon flying around the sky. She couldn't help but slap the table and said in awe: "Good words, this work has a light and ethereal brushwork, and is exquisite, and the technique is both peaceful and rising, and it is natural. Soft, it's one level higher than your past realm, good, good! Uh, Xiaorou, Dad, let me discuss this work, how about you write another one for your friend?"

When Qingrou heard this, she quickly put the letter on the windowsill, then acted coquettishly at Qing Wenyuan and said, "Dad, you are really good at it. You are guarding a daughter who can write and come to join in the fun. She has to ask for this one, why are you doing! I promised others, so don't make trouble!"

"Oh, Xiaorou, what do you mean? Dad worked hard to raise you and you won't give me a piece of calligraphy you wrote yourself. You're so disappointed that you're like this! I'm so angry." Qing Wenyuan pretended to be angry.

"Oh Dad, you're really angry, right? Okay, I'll go home this weekend and write a few words for you. People keep their word and never break their promises! Forget this one, I'm going to give it to someone else's. OK OK, don't be angry, don't be angry!" Qingrou said as she held her father's hand and shook it left and right.

Qing Wen Yuan saw his daughter's pleasing and behaved, and couldn't help laughing. He gently shaved his daughter's delicate high nose bridge and said, "Silly girl, dad is so stingy? You're so old to play with you, and I'm still competing for a piece of your letter with your friend? Hahaha.... "After laughing, he looked at his daughter's works and said suspiciously: "Uh, Xiaorou, what kind of person is your friend? I think you care about him so much? In short, it feels strange."

Qingrou suddenly felt a little nervous, and her words were not smooth: "What... what's weird? Isn't it Mengmeng... Their relative, the relative who runs a restaurant, we often go to other people for dinner. Oh, the honey fire recipe I brought back last time was made by their family. Others knew that I could write, but they asked me for it. I always had to write a few words to express it!"

Qing Wenyuan was concentrating on admiring his daughter's other works, but he didn't notice the change in Qingrou's expression. At this time, when he heard her speak like this, he said in surprise: "Ha, Xiaorou, are you a few words?" After saying that, he looked at his daughter with a meaningful meaning.

Qingrou felt a little uncomfortable when her father saw her, and her face became hot. She quickly turned around and pretended to organize the calligraphy works she had just written to hide her embarrassment, but she still said, "It's just a few words, but she only wrote a few words!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!