Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

Miss Qin's voice not only shocked everyone present, even Qin Qing was slightly surprised.

She didn't expect the other party to remember her voice.

"Mr. Hans, long time no see." Qin Qing was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses and smiled slightly at the other party.

Hans turned around and walked back, the surprise on his face was beyond words, but when he got closer, he suddenly noticed the strangeness of the girl, "Miss Qin, your eyes..."

"I'm hurt, it's okay." Qin Qing still had a slight smile. They were both involved in the Alisa Hotel last time, and I believe Hans will get it.

"I only heard that you were injured, but I didn't expect it to be so serious." Hans carefully looked at the girl's pupil reaction, and after confirming that she was completely blind, he couldn't help sighing heavily, with imperceptible pity in his tone, "So how are you doing now?"

After Fan Hong's death, news in Macau was completely blocked. He only knew that Zhan Chen had inherited the position of Patriarch, while the girl had succeeded as the new Gambling King, but she never showed up.

Now seeing her outfit and her injuries, she couldn't help but ask one more question.

Hearing this, Qin Qing tilted her head in some doubts, and she didn't know when the two of them met by accident and their friendship became so fast that they could care about each other's current situation, but she still nodded kindly, "I'm fine, I've returned School is in session, and I am now a student of Yingcai. Just now I thought you didn't remember me, so I didn't say hello."

In fact, what Qin Qing wanted to say was that she thought that the other party would not be able to recognize her dressed like this.

"How come, Miss Qin has always impressed me deeply." Hans replied without thinking, realizing that his tone was too eager, he paused, changed the subject and said: "Just now you said that you practiced Calligraphy, I don’t know if I haven’t had the honor to see it now, or it’s not convenient for you. Sorry, I have no other meaning.”

Listening to the other party's confusing explanation, Qin Qing rarely felt a sense of intimacy when meeting an old friend in a foreign country, so she shook her head, lowered her eyes halfway and smiled slightly, "I understand, I am very glad that Mr. Hans can appreciate Chinese culture, please wait."

After she finished speaking, she didn't think much about it, and turned her head to let Bo Ling grind it for her, but found that the other party seemed to be distracted, and even the people from the student union next to her were silent.

After a long while, Xiang Le, who was standing beside her, swallowed suddenly, "Qin Qing, you, how did you meet Mr. Hans?"

"Oh, when my eye was injured, he happened to be at the scene and took me to the hospital." Qin Qing thought of his words in the moment of the conversation just now, and it was right to focus on the key points anyway.

It's just that her calm attitude drove the boy crazy.

"Get rid of it, this is not some old man in the community, this is Ambassador Bai Gong, who is now a popular fried chicken in the political circle, why didn't you say it just now?!"

Qin Qing spread her hands helplessly, "Because I'm not sure if he remembers me."

"You..." Xiang Le was almost choked by a sentence, but in a blink of an eye, seeing the girl's expression did not seem to be lying, she swallowed the words silently, and complained in her heart: It's no wonder if you don't remember, even a fool It can be seen that he likes you.

In such a strange atmosphere, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were spread out again. After learning that the girl who was about to exhibit calligraphy was blind, many people felt that they were not interested. The compliments are all the more false.

It's just that when the girl stood beside the table, anyone who cared would notice that the aura in her body, which was originally low-key and inconspicuous, had changed.

"Okay, Mo Xiang has come out."

Following the girl's instructions, Bo Ling stopped grinding, looked up, and saw the person in front of him with his hands folded in front of him, and the corners of his pink lips lightly pursed, as if he was performing a solemn and solemn ceremony. The noisy air seemed to stand still on her body.

The atmosphere of tranquility and peace gradually spread in the venue.

"In fact, there is no standard for calligraphy itself. Practicing calligraphy means self-cultivation, self-cultivation, and careful concentration. What kind of state a person is in at the moment will be reflected in a piece of calligraphy. The evolution of Chinese fonts for thousands of years, as well as the literati and poets. God, form and image are all for the sake of empathy.” As a successor cultivated by a scholarly family, Qin Qing is a living teaching material for books, ink and literature, and she used to be a role model in Jade Emperor High School The role, now it is just another language to promote the quintessence of the country.

As her ethereal and elegant voice gradually spread, the impetuous crowd gradually quieted down. While being amazed at the girl's foreign language proficiency, they also carefully understood the hidden meaning of Huaxia calligraphy. .

"Wordless poems, invisible dances, no pictures, no vocal music, this is the highest state of calligraphy." The slender and nimble fingertips slid across a row of pen holders, and finally landed on the last thick Langhao brush. The wolf hair is rough and bold and domineering, and it is difficult for ordinary women to control. It is mostly used by middle-aged and elderly people with steady wrists, but now it is held in the hands of a girl who is as white as jade, but because of its chic movements, there is no sense of disobedience.

"Today, I dedicate this copybook to you with my superficial skills."

After the last sentence fell, the Langhao brush was soaked in ink, and it landed on the rice paper with a thunderous force. The egg-sized ink dots splashed around, and then the steady wrist pulled down, and the flowing ink was on the white rice paper. Walking upstream is like a dragon coming out of the water, flamboyant and phoenix dancing, wanton and carefree.

After one stroke is finished, the rice paper is already filled, the girl puts down her brush strokes, and the unstoppable sharpness when she swipes the brush is retracted back into the shell, leaving only a simple and unpretentious temperament.

Hans took a closer look, and it took him a while to recognize the words on it, "Win."

"Yes, this word of victory is given to Mr. Hans. I hope that what you are going to do can be successful in the first place." Qin Qing believes that the ambition hidden under this man's gentle and kind face should not be underestimated, and his future achievements It must be more than that.

This word of victory is in line with his current state of mind.

Although Hans is not proficient in Chinese culture, he can see the majestic momentum of a sharp knife coming out of the sheath from this word, and the outline of the pen is full of madness. It was really like what the girl said, it was like a grand and passionate dance, a magnificent and enthusiastic hymn, which made people's blood boil with excitement after watching it, giving birth to a domineering arrogance.

"You are always so amazing." He silently praised, and applauded unconsciously.

At first, he was the only one who took the lead, and then there was a roar in the audience. This time it was not a compliment, but a sincere appreciation.