"Do you still want me to snatch the brush from your hand now??" Ye Qiqi squinted her eyes and looked at him sinisterly, her voice slowly drifting out from between her teeth as she asked.
"No, no... no more..." The scholar shook his head quickly. He was also a scholar after all, and he was somewhat famous in the capital. At this moment, he was being carried directly by a little girl who looked only ten years old with one arm. When he got up, he felt so embarrassed.
"Hmph." Ye Qiqi snorted coldly at him, then released his fingers, and the scholar fell from the air.
Fortunately, he was picked up straight just now, so after Ye Qiqi let go, he also fell straight down.
He stood on the ground, shook his hands back and forth to maintain his balance, then glanced at Ye Qiqi again, quickly lowered his head, took out another writing brush from under his stall, and handed it to Ye Qiqi. Seventy-seven.
Ye Qiqi glanced at him, took the brush in his hand with a proud expression, then took some ink in the inkstone on the table, lowered his head and started writing on his Kongming Lantern.
The scholar couldn't help but feel curious when he saw Ye Qiqi lowering her head to write. He carefully turned his head and looked at Ye Qiqi's Kong Ming Lantern to see what she would write.
In fact, those people who came to ask him to write their wishes were nothing more than sentences wishing their family safety and health, or hoping to be with the person they like forever.
He originally thought that Ye Qiqi would also write these similar words, but he did not expect that Ye Qiqi wrote on the Kongming Lantern "I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and a branch on earth" with a stroke of his pen.
The scholar was stunned when he saw Ye Qiqi's self.
It took him a long time to react, and he looked at Ye Qiqi with an excited expression and asked: "You... do you know the best calligrapher in the world!?"
Ye Qiqi raised her head, looked at the excited expression on the scholar's face, and said with disdain, "I don't know him."
"Then how come your handwriting is so similar to his!?" The scholar asked her with an expression of disbelief: "Did you get any advice from him?"
"Me?" Ye Qiqi blinked, looked at the scholar, and said with a smile: "No, I just copied from his copybook since I was a child. I just wrote casually, and it ended up like this."
"Copying? Just writing?" The scholar was stunned for a moment, and then walked directly to Ye Qiqi from behind the stall. Without saying anything, he knelt down towards her, kowtowed and said, "Master, sir. , please accept my disciple’s worship!”
"What are you doing!?" Ye Qiqi was startled by his sudden movement of kneeling down. She took a step back and looked at him and asked in horror.
"You are just copying by yourself, but you can imitate the calligraphy of the best calligrapher in the world to ninety-nine images. This shows that you are very talented and savvy!" The scholar looked at Ye Qiqi with excitement and said: "Please also ask Master can give your disciple a few pointers so that his handwriting can be improved a little!"
"Who said I wanted to be your master!?" Ye Qiqi rolled her eyes at the scholar and said, "Didn't you just laugh at me for being illiterate and unable to write?"
"No, no, no, my disciple was blind just now!!"