Qingzhi slept until 3:30 pm and woke up. She went into the bathroom to wash, went out and sat in front of the dressing table, and used a cow horn to comb her long, dark hair.
With a skillful hand, I placed a dense bunch of bright and smooth hair on the right side, and then I braided a refreshing fishtail braid in a while.
She took out a retro headband from the neatly arranged hair accessories box and tied the ends of her hair.
Qingzhi's hair has been left for three years, from her shoulder-length short hair when she graduated from college to her waist now.
Her long hair looks like a waterfall, with excellent hair quality, shiny and beautiful. When she was in college, she was also recommended by her roommate who worked as a part-time model to get an advertisement for shampoo.
The advertisement seemed to be broadcast on a niche film and television platform later, and I have never seen that shampoo Qingzhi again.
The only thing she remembered was that she earned 3,000 yuan at that time and paid it now.
Qingzhi was very happy and invited her classmates in the dormitory to have a big meal together. The next day, she bought a small gift and gave it to the roommate who was a model.
The roommate was also very happy and joked happily, hoping that she would find a good man and get married when she grows her hair to her waist.
Until now, his hair is so long that he is still alone.
A sad mood floated to the surface, Qingzhi silently stared at herself in the mirror, and applied a little blush on her snow-white cheeks.
She got up, walked to the window, pulled the jasmine curtains open, pushed open the window, and let the outdoor sunlight burst in.
She faced out the window, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and told herself in her heart: It's okay, Qingzhi, it's pretty good to be alone, isn't it?
She opened her eyes again, and the light in her eyes had returned to light.
She looked out the window at the spring scenery, smiled brightly, and went out.
There are two households on the first floor of this building. Jiang Mianzhong's family is facing his own house. Qingzhi walked to their door and looked up at the Spring Festival couplets on both sides.
The first couplet is that the sky increases the years and people increase their lives, and the second couplet is that spring fills the universe and the blessings fill the building. The horizontal banner is that the four seasons of Chang'an.
The handwriting is flexible, the brushwork is varied, the horizontal folds are warm, the local stretch is pleasing and beautiful, and the macro and atmospheric and ancient.
This is Jiang Mianzhong's calligraphy. Whenever I read it, I will think of that year.
He was still in the second grade of junior high school at Nancheng Affiliated Middle School, and Qingzhi was in the third grade of elementary school at Nancheng Affiliated Middle School.
One day she went home from school and walked into the gate of the affiliated high school. She saw many senior brothers and sisters surrounding the propaganda column. She was carrying her schoolbag and leaning over, standing behind her brothers and sisters who were as tall as a mountain.
She raised her head curiously, stood on tiptoe, and saw the calligraphy works in the exhibition stuck to the crowd.
The first one is "The Drunken Old Man's Pavilion" copied by Jiang Mianzhong.
The drunkard's intention is not about wine, but about mountains and rivers.
The word is free and easy, full of drunkenness.
Nine-year-old Qingzhi, with her little face raised high, her neck a little sore, she finished reading it.
After reading it, it was not only drunken, but also drunk.
Qingzhi, who is twenty-five years old, stands at the door of the Jiang family and is full of thoughts, thinking about the past.
He was so immersed in his mind that he ignored the sound of the sound coming from the door that was so close to him.
The door was suddenly pulled open from inside, and Jiang Mianzhong walked out with a vegetable basket.
Qingzhi's silly expression instantly fell into Jiang Mianzhong's deep eyes.
It seemed like a different thought was caught by the person involved. Qingzhi's face turned red in an instant. He stood aside at a loss and called him vaguely, ……… Brother Mian Zhong.
Jiang Mianzhong looked down at her: Why stand at the door?Go into the house and sit.
Qingzhi pursed her lips dryly, lowering her eyes and did not dare to look at him. She knew that she was so cowardly. She knew that she should maintain a generous and open attitude, but he knew why she couldn't do it.
I...you...you go shopping for groceries?
Jiang Mianzhong looked at her with a funny look and said um.
Qingzhi couldn't help but want to rub her hot face, but fortunately she held it, otherwise she would have looked so stupid.
She said softly: That, why don’t I go with you?
After all, she is soft-hearted. Every time Aunt Yang invites her and grandma to dinner, she would go shopping and washing vegetables together.
She didn't know that today would be Jiang Mianzhong's trip.
Jiang Mianzhong looked down at the sneakers on her feet and smiled: Okay, let's go.
Jiang Mianzhong stepped on his long legs, and the green branches oh said, and hurriedly followed.
With a skillful hand, I placed a dense bunch of bright and smooth hair on the right side, and then I braided a refreshing fishtail braid in a while.
She took out a retro headband from the neatly arranged hair accessories box and tied the ends of her hair.
Qingzhi's hair has been left for three years, from her shoulder-length short hair when she graduated from college to her waist now.
Her long hair looks like a waterfall, with excellent hair quality, shiny and beautiful. When she was in college, she was also recommended by her roommate who worked as a part-time model to get an advertisement for shampoo.
The advertisement seemed to be broadcast on a niche film and television platform later, and I have never seen that shampoo Qingzhi again.
The only thing she remembered was that she earned 3,000 yuan at that time and paid it now.
Qingzhi was very happy and invited her classmates in the dormitory to have a big meal together. The next day, she bought a small gift and gave it to the roommate who was a model.
The roommate was also very happy and joked happily, hoping that she would find a good man and get married when she grows her hair to her waist.
Until now, his hair is so long that he is still alone.
A sad mood floated to the surface, Qingzhi silently stared at herself in the mirror, and applied a little blush on her snow-white cheeks.
She got up, walked to the window, pulled the jasmine curtains open, pushed open the window, and let the outdoor sunlight burst in.
She faced out the window, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and told herself in her heart: It's okay, Qingzhi, it's pretty good to be alone, isn't it?
She opened her eyes again, and the light in her eyes had returned to light.
She looked out the window at the spring scenery, smiled brightly, and went out.
There are two households on the first floor of this building. Jiang Mianzhong's family is facing his own house. Qingzhi walked to their door and looked up at the Spring Festival couplets on both sides.
The first couplet is that the sky increases the years and people increase their lives, and the second couplet is that spring fills the universe and the blessings fill the building. The horizontal banner is that the four seasons of Chang'an.
The handwriting is flexible, the brushwork is varied, the horizontal folds are warm, the local stretch is pleasing and beautiful, and the macro and atmospheric and ancient.
This is Jiang Mianzhong's calligraphy. Whenever I read it, I will think of that year.
He was still in the second grade of junior high school at Nancheng Affiliated Middle School, and Qingzhi was in the third grade of elementary school at Nancheng Affiliated Middle School.
One day she went home from school and walked into the gate of the affiliated high school. She saw many senior brothers and sisters surrounding the propaganda column. She was carrying her schoolbag and leaning over, standing behind her brothers and sisters who were as tall as a mountain.
She raised her head curiously, stood on tiptoe, and saw the calligraphy works in the exhibition stuck to the crowd.
The first one is "The Drunken Old Man's Pavilion" copied by Jiang Mianzhong.
The drunkard's intention is not about wine, but about mountains and rivers.
The word is free and easy, full of drunkenness.
Nine-year-old Qingzhi, with her little face raised high, her neck a little sore, she finished reading it.
After reading it, it was not only drunken, but also drunk.
Qingzhi, who is twenty-five years old, stands at the door of the Jiang family and is full of thoughts, thinking about the past.
He was so immersed in his mind that he ignored the sound of the sound coming from the door that was so close to him.
The door was suddenly pulled open from inside, and Jiang Mianzhong walked out with a vegetable basket.
Qingzhi's silly expression instantly fell into Jiang Mianzhong's deep eyes.
It seemed like a different thought was caught by the person involved. Qingzhi's face turned red in an instant. He stood aside at a loss and called him vaguely, ……… Brother Mian Zhong.
Jiang Mianzhong looked down at her: Why stand at the door?Go into the house and sit.
Qingzhi pursed her lips dryly, lowering her eyes and did not dare to look at him. She knew that she was so cowardly. She knew that she should maintain a generous and open attitude, but he knew why she couldn't do it.
I...you...you go shopping for groceries?
Jiang Mianzhong looked at her with a funny look and said um.
Qingzhi couldn't help but want to rub her hot face, but fortunately she held it, otherwise she would have looked so stupid.
She said softly: That, why don’t I go with you?
After all, she is soft-hearted. Every time Aunt Yang invites her and grandma to dinner, she would go shopping and washing vegetables together.
She didn't know that today would be Jiang Mianzhong's trip.
Jiang Mianzhong looked down at the sneakers on her feet and smiled: Okay, let's go.
Jiang Mianzhong stepped on his long legs, and the green branches oh said, and hurriedly followed.
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