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?!

can’t flatter

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

let Yuma put it away quicky, and sell it

her words annoyed, "Nonsense." She turns her

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

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

has an idea suddenly and asks

But compared to

"Alright, write then."

paper that she

do

like the calligraphy of whoever

"Yep."

"Wang Xizhi."

"Which font?"

"The official script."

"Okay."

a few lines of words are done. Karin is dumbfounded, and finally understands

day you and I are old, sitting quietly in front of the court, admiring the flowers, laughing and talking about the passing years. Because of a single glance hundred years ago, we

praises it from the bottom of

resemble Wang

almost like his

with his finger, "Wang Xizhi's authentic

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

want to

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

with both beauty and talent, and

"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 busy with work and can’t accompany me in time. If I can

little swayed, and she takes advantage of it and says, "Teach me

want to learn

"Yes!"

then, I’ll

aside him, and he circles her with his arms from behind, leans closer to her ear and whispers, "If you want

closes her eyes. Troy holds her hand, and starts to teach her to write stroke by stroke. She doesn’t

"Done."

she opens her eyes right away. The next second,

the love of my

attracts her attention is not the beautiful cursive script on the paper, but

looks up at Troy. For a while, she is

"Why this?"

thinking, so I wrote