Chapter 310 Thinking of Her Slender Hands

Xia Bohe's brush calligraphy is really not excellent.

Barely strong, just a beginner's level.

Mi Min also took calligraphy lessons when she was a child, so she knew a little bit about appreciation, so she knew at a glance that the word Xia Bohe was really at the level of a primary school student. Primary school students in calligraphy sometimes write more beautifully than college students!

"Girl Xia, your character has a bit of character, it's just like a person, it's beautiful." After appreciating it, the old lady Qin patted her knee with great interest.

Mi Min: "...?"

The old lady may not be dazzled!

But it was followed by You Xinji's exclamation, "Mint, your handwriting is so cute, can you give me a pair? I want it too!"

Mi Min: "...!"

Is there anything wrong with You Xinji? ?

[Drip, dark brown lv3 is passively triggered. 】

[Seeing words is like meeting people, every word is like talking about love. 】

[The old lady Qin Wen, You Xinji, and Mi Min all have a certain level of calligraphy appreciation. 】

[Successfully won the affection of Mrs. Qin and You Xinji! 】

[I didn't get Mi Min's love. 】

Before Xia Bohe's eyes, lines of small characters suddenly appeared.

She was happy after watching it.

This skill can really be triggered passively.

【nature. 】

[The higher the host's favorability with the other party, the easier it is to trigger. 】

Xia Bohe understood.

"Sihe Niaojinfu, Shuanglu Sixian's hands... This is "Bu Suanzi Spring Love" written by Qin Zhan of the Song Dynasty." The old lady Qin read these two lines and read them softly.

You Xinji said loudly, "It's this one."

Mao Min was about to vomit, did Xia Bohe check it online temporarily?

But she couldn't find it!

This song is actually about the sorrow of parting, missing it, and giving it away... Isn't that cursing others? Thanks to Xia Bohe, she figured it out!

No culture is terrible.

Mi Min looked at Xia Bohe with a sneer.

If you don't have the ability, you still have to show off, and you are in a cocoon!

But unexpectedly, Mi Min only said two words, "Farewell..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by You Xinji again, "The smoke of Sihe incense rose slowly from the duck-shaped copper incense burner, thinking of playing Shuanglu game with that beautiful woman under the willow, thinking of those slender hands, It will be unforgettable and will be remembered for a long time.”

"Grandma, Mint compliments your beautiful hands~"

Mi Min: "!"

The old lady Qin was so happy that she couldn't help but look at her hands, "How can I compare to you?"

She does maintain her health well and pays great attention to skin care. Now her hands don't look as old as You Xinji's mother. This is the faint pride in her heart all along.

Among a group of old ladies, she has the tenderest hands.

Miss Xia, did you even notice this?

Probably she saw it yesterday when she was ordering tea.

"Miss Xia is also troublesome. I have an ancient skin care recipe. I will copy it to you later. You can follow it. It will definitely be useful after a long time." The old lady Qin laughed, "The word you also reminds me that when I was young There is indeed a duck-shaped hand stove, which can be regarded as a relic of the Qing Dynasty. You can take it and write in winter to warm your hands.”

Mi Min: "!!"

Another antique!

Mi Min's eyes were about to pop out, and the acid water all over her body couldn't stop gushing out.

She came to Qin's house several times, but why didn't she get any antiques!

How many treasures does this old lady have!

Not only was You Xinji not jealous, she also felt that grandma's gift was very reasonable, "Mint, can you also write me a picture? I have a rosewood pen holder, which has always been a treasure, and I can give it to you~"

Mi Min was about to vomit blood.

Feelings She pretended to be on the phone in the corridor yesterday, was it a waste of effort?

The old lady Qin was probably not a tinnitus patient, so she didn't hear it at all!

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As the evening approached, Xia Bohe happily returned home with a full load, and the old lady personally delivered it to the door.

Waiting for her to leave, there was a bang from the innermost room on the first floor, and a scream came out, "I'm starving to death... Butler, grandma, I'm done painting... Please let me out, has Xia Xia left yet?" !"