This doesn't look like a master of calligraphy, nor even he looks like he can write calligraphy.

He should go to K-song, dance, play football, play games, and have an affair with several beautiful girls like other young people.

However, when he lifts up his pen and writes, you believe that he is writing calligraphy.

He has a calm temperament and a handsome tree facing the wind. His eyes are deep, as if he is a spiritual master.

When quiet, it is like a virgin, and when it is moving, it is like a rabbit.

As the wrist swayed slightly, large words that were as lively as clouds appeared on the rice paper. They were like dragonflies playing in the water, fish leaping on the river surface, like dewdrops on pine needles, like snow particles floating in the air.

Naturally, follow the situation, makes people feel relaxed and happy.

These college students never thought that watching people write so rhythmically, it was like listening to a soothing light music or watching a deeply touched movie.

And it's a boy writing.

Just a few dozen words, one-stop.

After Ao Ye finished writing, he threw the brush into the ink cartridge and then gave in.

"You can come and study." Ao Ye said out loud.
Chapter completed!