When Qin Yang returned home, his parents and Situ Xiang had not come back from shopping.

Qin Yang turned on the TV, leaned against the sofa, and picked up his cell phone.

It was the 29th day of the New Year, and it was only the last day before the New Year. Qin Yang thought that he should give everyone New Year blessings.

It seemed like I was troublesome to send blessing phrases one by one, and the batch blessings of New Year were too uninnovative. Qin Yang thought about it for a few minutes, and suddenly an idea came out of his mind. Anyway, I was idle, so I might as well write it myself.

He did it as soon as he said, Qin Yang returned to his house to search, and then returned to the living room with a roll of rice paper, a brush, inkstone and ink.

Pour some water into the inkstone, and Qin Yang began to grind the ink, and soon it turned into thick ink.

Qin Yang picked up the brush, spread the rice paper and pressed it. He thought about the words in his mind, outlined it in the void first, and then dipped the brush in thick ink, and wrote the brush down, and the dragon flew and phoenix danced, and it was touched.

After Qin Yang finished writing it, he put the Nian Yue and his name on it. After reading it, he was quite satisfied.

Qin Yang picked up his phone, took a photo at this New Year greeting, and then posted it on his Moments.

"On the New Year, thank my relatives and friends for writing a book by hand, wishing you all peace, health and happiness!"

After thinking about it, Qin Yang opened Weibo again, attached this photo, and posted a Weibo.

Qin Yang was originally planning to be lazy. After all, he had many relatives and friends, and he felt it was troublesome to call one by one, so he sent it in such a "batch". Who knew that as soon as the circle of friends and Weibo was posted, the Internet suddenly became lively again.

"Oh, Master Qin's handwriting? Although I am not a master of calligraphy, I also know some calligraphy. The foundation of this calligraphy is not a little deeper. It is flowing and flowing in one go. It can be called a master of calligraphy. Is Master Qin or a calligrapher?"

"Wow, this is quite sincere. Handwritten New Year blessings are much more sincere than those routine New Year greetings!"

"Qin Yang's calligraphy is also so well written? Master Qin, please ask for a pair of calligraphy. I will hang it in the living room of my home, worship it!"

"I just want to ask, is there anything we, Master Qin, can we, not? Can only give birth to a baby stump him?"

"I am from the Calligraphy Association. This book is very deep. It is obviously already in the hall and has its own style. It is very powerful! Qin Yang has won the first place in the Chopin International Piano Competition and proved himself. Does Qin Yang also understand how he can play chess and calligraphy and painting? How can a person be so versatile? He is only twenty-two!"

"Great God, beg for calligraphy! Or, on the New Year, let's have another lottery draw, and take your calligraphy as a prize. I think everyone must like it!"

"See calligraphy together!"

"Is this written by Qin Yang himself? It's hard to believe it. Could it be written by someone else?"

...

Everyone on Weibo was shocked by Qin Yang's brush calligraphy, and Qin Yang's circle of friends was similar. After all, before that, Qin Yang had not revealed his skills in calligraphy in front of everyone.

Classmate A: "Wow, Qin Yang, you write so well in your calligraphy. I haven't seen you reveal it before!"

Han Qingqing: "It's so well written! Happy New Year!"

Classmate B: "Awesome! Qin Yang, is there anything else you can't do?"

Lu Junyi: "Your word is so good. When you come back for the first time, I will write two for you!"

He Tianfeng: "Boss, you're so cool? I won't say anything, you have to write one for me!"

Wen Yuyan: "I am very capable, happy New Year!"

Zhuang Mengdie: "It's well written. When you come back, I will write us a New Year couplet!"

Li Siqi: "32 likes, happy New Year!"

Lan Lingyu: "Happy New Year!"

Yan Zibing: "The word "is very good" and happy new year!"

...

There is a piece of comments on Happy New Year below the Moments, which seems to be stable and peaceful, but since Qin Yang posted this Moments, his Fex Chat Box has been flashing constantly.

Li Siqi: "Happy New Year, bring the book with you! I want you to write one for me alone, and I want my name to be used on Weibo to show off!"

He Tianfeng: "Boss, hehe, just write me a picture alone. Well, write something about lofty ambitions and something, and I want to take my name. I will go back and hang it in the living room of my home. As your loyal little brother, you won't reject me, right?"

Situ Xiang: "The family is idle, and my aunt has seen it. I will tell you that I will leave it to you for writing Spring Festival couplets at home. I will buy the right piece of paper to come back later and let you prepare..."

Han Qingqing: "Are you finished your business? Have time to write, so you are at home?"

...

Qin Yang was one big and two big. He originally wanted to be lazy. He could write a New Year greeting to send a group and it didn't seem too routine. After all, those New Year greetings that were pasted and copied in the group may not have even read the person who sent them carefully. At most, he had an impression, who had sent it to him, and then pasted it back and sent it one by himself, that's all.

Lazy is stealing, but who knows that it has attracted so many people to ask for words, and they can't refuse them at all!

Those who can ask for words in private are obviously different, and this is obviously inconvenient to refuse. Qin Yang had to confront himself, so he had to agree one by one.

Qin Yang calculated that he actually had to write eleven calligraphy works. These well-written calligraphy had to be taken first to send it to others, and finally mailed all the calligraphy to others...

Forget it, you can't survive if you commit suicide!

Write it!

Thinking of Han Qingqing, Qin Yang simply connected the video with Han Qingqing and did the preparations while chatting.

Han Qingqing looked at Qin Yang's paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table and smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to have this ability."

Qin Yang teased casually while grinding ink: "Hehe, I can't make it anymore, so I'll go to the Calligraphy Association to get a name, and then write to others for a living..."

Han Qingqing quipped with a smile: "Yes, play the piano, thank you for your calligraphy, and you will see people sick. This day must be very moist and comfortable."

Qin Yang smiled and suddenly remembered Situ Xiang's affairs. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to confess his intention: "Qingqing, Xiangxiang is also in my house. She has no other relatives. This time she accompanied me to save my parents, so my parents took her home to celebrate the New Year..."

Han Qingqing nodded, with no surprise or surprise on her face, and asked with concern: "That's great. Her life was too unhappy and she didn't feel the warmth of home. A person as good as an uncle and aunt must be very good to her... By the way, how about the uncle's leg injury?"

When Qin Yang was in Las Vegas, he had already told her about Rabdi when he was chatting with Han Qingqing, so she knew that Qin Hua had suffered a leg injury. For Han Qingqing, she could now accept this bullet rain that is difficult for ordinary people to accept, and could discuss these things calmly.
Chapter completed!