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

someone did." She snatches it over, "Yuma said it looked like those sold in the antique

let Yuma put it away quicky, and

words annoyed, "Nonsense." She turns her back at him

could Troy mock

don’t think mine is good,

an idea suddenly

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

"Alright, write then."

the brush into his hand, takes out the paper that she has half written, and steps aside to make room for

calligraphy do

the calligraphy of

"Yep."

"Wang Xizhi."

"Which font?"

"The official script."

"Okay."

swipes a big stroke, and a few lines of words are done. Karin is dumbfounded, and finally understands what is called

sitting quietly in front of the court, admiring the flowers, laughing and talking about the passing years. Because of a single glance

from the bottom of her

it resemble Wang

almost like his authentic

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

are copies, you are doing so well. Now I admire you extremely..." She begins to act coquettishly, "Troy,

want to learn

were required to be proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. You see, your calligraphy is so good,

both beauty and talent, and you

up, "Don’t, even if it’s not for the sake of my beauty and talent, I can cultivate my mind by practicing it. Think about it. You are usually

takes advantage

really want

"Yes!"

then, I’ll

ear and whispers, "If you want to write beautifully, you should calm your heart, calm your spirit, and calm your mind first. Now

write stroke by stroke.

"Done."

opens her eyes right away. The next second, her heart shakes and she is

the love of

not the beautiful cursive script

around and looks up at Troy. For a while, she

"Why this?"

was what I was thinking, so