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[Mission: Beautiful brush writing].

[Progress: Phase 1 is completed, Phase 2 is opened].

[Reward: brush word specialty, 1000 yuan].

When the last stroke of the 100th brush word fell, the first phase of the task was completed methodically.

Chen Jun’s posture of holding the pen subconsciously adjusted.

The tip of the pen dipped in water is raised and clicked again.

This time, there was no rustiness.

The pen is smooth, skimming and twisting, horizontal and vertical, dragon flying phoenix dance.

The font room has its own majestic atmosphere, not bound by rules.

Chen Jun put away the post, poured the remaining water into the inkstone, and gently grinded it to turn into a inkstone.

Spread out another piece of white paper, dip the brush in ink, and suck it up.

“Red beans give birth to the southern country…”

Chen Jun thought of the three girls and read softly.

Drop the pen.

The ink spreads on rice paper.

Five consecutive words, arranged horizontally, beautiful and atmospheric font.

“A few sprigs in spring…” falls after the first sentence.

“May the king pick more, this thing is the most lovely.”

This sentence falls below.

A five-word poem “Lovesickness” belonging to Wang Wei was completed.

Chen Jun thought for a while, and wrote the word “Chen” in the lower right corner as a signature.

The whole poem adopts italics, and there is no lack of ethereal chic, flamboyant and restrained in the neatness.

“Look at the second stage of brush writing!”

Chen Jun placed the brush satisfactorily and opened the task details.

[Mission: Beautiful brush writing].

[Stage 2: Write 10,000 brush characters, and get Wang Xi’s inheritance and 1 million yuan after completion].

“……”

Chen Jun was dumbfounded.

That’s 10,000 words, and I can write softly!

“Writing a thousand words a day takes ten days to complete.”

Chen Jun smiled bitterly, it seemed that a protracted battle was needed.

But one thing to say, the rewards are quite tempting.

Not to mention the inheritance of the famous calligraphy master Wang Xizhi, the million prize alone is enough to make up for the time wasted every day.

No, it can’t be said to be a waste….

Chen Jun slowly experienced the state of mind in the process of practicing calligraphy, and it was very comfortable to do one thing wholeheartedly.

“Chen, Brother Chen!”

A call interrupted Chen Jun’s thoughts.

As soon as Chen Jun turned around, he found the three standing behind him, his eyes straight.

Their eyes all fell on the verse just now.

Acacia poems, I don’t know how many times.

But Chen Jun wrote on rice paper, the font is flowing and neat, ordinary people can not write.

Master of calligraphy!

They were amazed.

Just talking about Chen Jun’s skill level, Luo Hong was sure that he was a beginner level, and now…

It clearly has a deep knowledge of calligraphy.

“Brother Chen, you wrote it?”

Luo Hong compared with his grandfather’s calligraphy in his memory, and thought that he was no less than his grandfather’s level.

Grandpa has won trophies in municipal competitions and has been praised by many people.

Calligraphy does not happen overnight, it takes decades to accumulate to reach a height!

“Hmm.”

Chen Jun gently dried the ink and said with a smile: “I used to study for a while, and I practiced often, but I never had the opportunity to show you after I got to university.” What is my level? ”

“Awesome.”

The three had nothing to say.

They were strange in their hearts, how could they have changed since Chen Jun was broken up.

Versatile, do anything, do anything.

“I’ll take a picture.”

Zhou Hanliang took out his mobile phone, aimed at the rice paper, and took a picture of the entire poem.

“Hehe, Xu Li didn’t ask you anything today, I’m going to share it with her…”

As if finding a common topic with Xu Li, the young man happily held the mobile phone and walked away.

“……”

Chen Jun and the other two roommates looked at each other helplessly.

Lack of heart?

The girl you want is chatting with you, but your topic is another man!

“No wonder I have been single so far, and I am stunned.”

Chen Jun couldn’t help shaking his head, it seems that it is not only because of Xu Li’s squad leader being more realistic, Zhou Hanliang does have a big problem in love.

Hou Ping and Luo Hong were discussing in a whisper whether Xu Li was interested in Chen Jun, otherwise he would always talk to Zhou Hanliang about Chen Jun’s actions.

Chen Jun knew it.

It’s probably that the shoes you step on today are not cheap.

In the morning, Chen Jun noticed that Xu Li was secretly filming, not shooting his whole body, the camera was facing down, aiming at the pair of sneakers worth thousands of yuan….

With Xu Li’s shrewdness, once he learned that Chen Jun was also a rich lord and could afford to wear brand-name trendy shoes, could his mind not be active.

Chen Jun continued to practice calligraphy.

As for copying a famous ink painting, I plan to put it in the evening.

About half an hour passed.

Chen Jun completed today’s 1,000-word goal.

Several sheets of white paper were covered with ink characters.

Sometimes in italics, sometimes in writing, sometimes in cursive….

Chen Jun is more and more comfortable writing, if not sleepy in the afternoon, he can continue to write.

“Lunch break.”

He lay flat on the bed, thinking of Chen Ling in his heart, so he opened his mobile phone.

There was no reply to the message over there.

According to his usual habit, he opened WeChat, intending to browse the circle of friends before taking a lunch break.

With a swipe of the hand, the chat list is pulled to the bottom.

“Huh, my chat group with the three of them hasn’t been disbanded?”

Chen Jun nodded in surprise, and the list of group members on the right side of the chat group, from top to bottom, were: Guo Xiaoyu, Xia Qingyu, Chen Ling and him.

The group was created by Guo Xiaoyu, and at first there were only three people in the dormitory.

At that time, he was in love with Guo Xiaoyu, and Guo Xiaoyu did not discover his wolf ambition.

When he was pulled into the group, he said to his two roommates that he wanted him to supervise the three of them to run in the morning every day in the group.

Except for the chat group for a while, there were people bubbling up, and then everyone gradually stopped chatting in it.

Probably because of this reason, the chat group fell to the bottom, and when the three of them deleted Chen Jun’s WeChat, they slipped through the net.

“It’s useless to keep the chat group, and they don’t chat inside.”

“Do you want to quit?”

“There are still things you can do before you quit.”

Chen Jun rolled over and got down, found the poem, took a clear photo, and uploaded it to the chat group of four.

The picture is followed by the words: “Miss your fifth day…”

Let’s wait for a response from over there.