Capture Your Heart

Seeing that she has prepared a pile of rice paper, ink and brushes, Yuma walks over and asks curiously, "Miss, what are you going to do?"

"Practicing my handwriting." She answers solemnly.

"Miss Karin, your handwriting is already beautiful, why do you still need to practice?"

She sighs, "You don't understand. What I am practicing right now is different from what we write usually. What I am practicing is not called handwriting. To put it elegantly, it's called calligraphy."

"Oh…" Yuma nods and does not fully understand.

"By the way, help me with the ink."

"Okay, how?"

"Like this…"

Karin shows her how to do it. And when she learns how to do it, she spreads out the white paper, holds a brush in her hand, and begins to write carefully.

She has been writing stroke by stroke for a long time, then she holds up the paper, "How’s that, Yuma? Does it look good?"

Yuma shakes her head, "I have no idea. It looks like the calligraphy and painting in the antique shop."

She chuckles, "It's not like that. It’s far from it. If my calligraphy is put in an antique shop, the shop will be closed in no more than half a day."

It doesn't matter if her calligraphy looks bad. What matters most is she is practicing with great concentration.

No one knows how long she has been writing, and discarded pieces of paper are thrown at her feet one after another. The ink drops are all over the table. Seeing how terrible it looks, Yuma leaves her to continue writing alone, and works on something else.

She has been writing for a long time, and doesn’t even realize the time.

"Oh, what an aesthetic mood, you are practicing calligraphy."

The sound comes from behind suddenly frightens her. She turns her head immediately, and finds that it is Troy, and she quickly stretches out her hands to cover his eyes, "Don't look at it, don't, it doesn’t look good."

"Too late. I’ve been looking for a while."

"What?!" She drops her hands and stares at him embarrassedly, "How could you, you are peeping!"

"You put the table publicly right in the middle of the road. If I walk past carelessly, you are going to say that again." Troy imitates her voice, "Are you ignoring me? Or are you ignoring my calligraphy?"

He bends down and picks up a piece of paper that was torn by her, frowns and sighs, "Tut, this writing..."

"This calligraphy and what?"

She questions him annoyedly. Just look at his face, is it that bad?!

really can’t flatter

snatches it over, "Yuma said it looked

put it away quicky, and

"Nonsense." She turns her

top student of University of Zurich and how could Troy mock her that her calligraphy

don’t think mine is good, is it that you can write

has an idea suddenly

say it’s great. But compared to yours, it should

"Alright, write then."

brush into his hand, takes out the paper that she has half written,

calligraphy do

calligraphy of whoever I like?" How

"Yep."

"Wang Xizhi."

"Which font?"

"The official script."

"Okay."

of words are done. Karin is dumbfounded, and finally understands what is called lively

front of the court, admiring the flowers, laughing and talking about the passing years. Because of a single glance hundred years ago, we are together here tonight. I live my life holding your hand, and now I realize

it from the bottom

it resemble Wang

It’s almost like his authentic

with his finger, "Wang Xizhi's authentic works are not preserved, and those handed down are

head embarrassedly, "But even they are copies, you are doing so well. Now

you want to

in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. You see, your calligraphy is so good,

In my eyes, you are already endowed with both

my mind by practicing it. Think about it. You are usually busy with work and can’t accompany me in time. If I can kill

a little swayed, and she takes advantage of

want to

"Yes!"

I’ll teach

whispers, "If you want to write beautifully, you should

write stroke by stroke. She doesn’t think

"Done."

away. The next second, her heart

the love of my

attracts her attention is not the beautiful

turns around and looks up at

"Why this?"

thinking, so