Harley walked around half of Xiaohe Mountain and Zhong Yue got out of the car. Gu Qin's driving skills were definitely comparable to those of the hairy dog ​​who drove a three-bounce ball.

Zhong Yue helped Gu Qin hold the flower stand, and the two of them climbed up the stairs from a mountain road, and waited halfway up the mountain. Looking down from above, the outline of the city in the distance could be vaguely seen at the limit of the sight.

"Zhong Yue, where did you get the money?"

"you guess."

Gu Qin opened the drawing board, looked at Zhong Yue and brought a piece of felt, and smiled and said, "You are stupid, you don't have a table here, so where do you bring a felt?"

After seeing Jin Nong's calmness in the cliffs in the sea, Zhong Yue found a flat stone to sit down, placed the rough paper on felt paper, and looked at the green mountains, and heard the sound of birds from different distances and distances in his ears.

Zhong Yue took a deep breath, and did not take out the pen and ink, but sat cross-legged on the huge rock like an old monk entering into meditation, imagining that there was a cliff in front of him.

Gu Qin set up the drawing board, glanced at Zhong Yue sitting on the stone, and pulled the corner of his mouth. This guy is really... Ancient people... Forget it if you don't have a cell phone, can you die if you don't show off in this sitting posture?

The air in the mountains is fresh. Although the sky is clear on the day of the clouds, there is no trace of heat. Zhong Yue feels floating in the wind. He has entered the system and wants to watch Jin Nong copy calligraphy through this artistic conception.

Before, I entered the system to refine my work, and I was at home. Maybe I could understand something if I changed my place.

This time the scene was changed again, and it was replaced by a scene that confused him very much.

Am I in the system, or in the real world?

"My friend Zhong, I'm in good condition today."

Zhong Yue was stunned and looked around, but he didn't find anyone. He understood that this should be in the system, because Gu Qin was gone. So, where is Jin Nong?

"My friend Zhong doesn't need to look for you anymore, I'm in your heart."

“…”

What do you mean? Why are you so ambiguous?

"Today, you are the one who wrote it."

Zhong Yue lowered his head and saw the piece of rice paper fluttering in the wind. There was no felt under it. The pen was placed casually on a pool of ink, as if it would be hanged at any time.

"Mr. Dong Xin, the stone surface is uneven, how to write it?"

"Where is truly flat? Even if the paper is flat, can you truly be calm?"

Zhong Yue closed his eyes and still did not start writing.

The warm wind blew by, and the grass grew and the warblers flew in May. Gu Qin wore the straw hat from the bag on his head, holding a pencil and outlining the base picture. Seeing Zhong Yue motionless, he was speechless. This man said he would like to collect the field, but he ended up taking a nap on the stone himself? It's okay, a free model, he is so dedicated without spending money.

Zhong Yue sat quietly in the system for a while, picked up the brush, and began to write and swim the ink.

The huge rocks were uneven, and the rice paper that was fluttering due to the wind made Zhong Yue feel confused.

Once the mind is confused, the words will become confused.

"Optimistic."

In an instant, Zhong Yue began to move slowly based on the original stroke, as if his hands were not controlled. Usually, reading posts never made Zhong Yue look more detailed from such an angle.

"Calligraphy is always written as you wish, doing it at will, and being too deliberate, that's fake."

My heart is my pen, and the five words on the paper are crooked.

A gust of wind blew, and the paper fell, and a few words on the huge rock penetrated it, appearing simple and powerful.

"There will always be traced, so why do you care about what is left on the paper?"

"The words on the stone will disappear when exposed to the sun and rain, but the words on the white paper can last forever."

Jin Nong's voice sounded again, "How long will it last? Are you writing for books or for your heart? Zhong Yue, after all the words are over, I'm back."

The scene became pitch black. It returned to the long journey.

Zhong Yue exited the system, got up and stretched.

"You are so comfortable to take a field trip."

Zhong Yue turned around and saw Gu Qin holding the palette and wiping paint on the easel. He picked up his schoolbag, poured the ink into a small porcelain disc, and slowly soaked the pen given by the system.

"I have money to decorate, but I don't have money to buy ink."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "You are a chatterbox."

Gu Qin rolled his eyes and took his mind back to his paintings. The two of them were more than twenty steps apart and were immersed in their respective creations.

The pen produced by the system is indeed excellent. In addition to being impeccable, Zhong Yue obviously felt a little diligent in the control of the pen force, and he could even feel the flow of inferior ink in the brush hair.

A piece of rough paper could not bear Zhong Yue's heavy pen power at all, and was directly pulled apart by a large stroke.

My heart is my pen.

Zhong Yue let out a long sigh. With the felt padding underneath, the writing has been greatly improved. At least the pen will not poke a hole in the paper.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhong Yue felt his neck itchy and reached out to scratch it, but he touched something soft.

"Bastard, what are you doing!"

When Zhong Yue turned around, he saw Gu Qin who had retreated several steps away, and was speechless, "It's okay, why are you standing behind me sneakily?"

“Hungry.”

"You are such a daughter. There is instant noodles in your schoolbag, so you can eat it yourself."

Gu Qin was speechless, "Can't you bring something to eat?"

"Do you like to eat?" Zhong Yue sat for a long time, got up and turned his neck, "What are you drawing? Let me see."

However, Gu Qin took a quick step and covered the drawing board first, "I came from afar, don't you plan to treat me to some good food?"

“Cook instant noodles?”

"..." Gu Qin almost took a paintbrush and pulled it over Zhong Yue's face, "Can you avoid instant noodles?"

"Then let's make rice."

“…”

Gu Qin took off his straw hat and looked as if he was smiling and not smiling. "Forget it, I promised to treat you to dinner last time, let's go."

"No more field trips?" Zhong Yue felt a little bit like this just now, and he was still a little unfulfilled when he was about to go back.

"I can't finish painting in one day, I'll just come back tomorrow." Gu Qin packed up the palette, "Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat instant noodles."

"You! Are you an idiot? I said I would like to invite me and I will also make instant noodles!"

Zhong Yue shrugged, "Save no more trouble, right?"

Gu Qin smiled without showing his teeth, "You mean, I'll treat you to a meal and cause trouble for you, right?"

A woman’s smile often has many connotations.

"Are you angry?"

"I'm not angry."

Zhong Yue felt a stern, why don’t you be angry, you have a tense face?

"Okay, what do you want to treat me?"

"idiot!"

The two went down the mountain, and Gu Qin put on the helmet and carried the drawing board behind him, "You go eat instant noodles! I'm leaving!"

The sound of Harley's accelerator roared, and he ran out about ten meters in a flash, and suddenly stopped.

Zhong Yue walked over slowly, not understanding why Gu Qin stopped him again after leaving him.

"Why, my conscience has discovered it?"
Chapter completed!