What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Because calligraphy is sometimes a ladder leading to the top.

Some characters that are normally inaccessible, because of this skill, you can have an extra chance of contacting them.

It’s a plus for your career.

Especially for Xiao Han, it was even more powerful.

He has already thought of the future scene where Xiao Han will soar into the sky.

At this time, the elevator happened to stop, and Fang Wei put away these chaotic thoughts.

"Let's go to my office."

As he said that, he was already leading the way excitedly.

Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo smiled at each other and followed silently.

Entering the office, Fang Wei went straight to the corner and pulled out a folding table.

Open the cabinet and find pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on top.

"See if these guys are easy to use? If not, I will arrange for Qian Chen to prepare them again."

By this time, Fang Wei was a little nervous.

He had heard that the masters had their own special pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and those from outside might not be used.

I don’t know what Xiao Han’s habits will be.

"Fangtai, these are very good. I have no requirements for this, as long as it can be used."

With that said, Xiao Han stepped forward and took out a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table.

Lin Qingluo naturally picked up the ink stick and began to sharpen the ink.

Fang Wei stood aside nervously and waited.

"Fangtai, what do you want to write?"

After pressing the corner of the paper, Xiao Han turned back to look at Fang Wei.

Write what?

This question stopped Fang Wei.

He only wanted Xiao Han to write, and he really didn't think about what to write.

It was a bit difficult for a while.

"How about you watch and write?"

Fang Wei looked up at Xiao Han and kicked the ball back.

Are you looking at writing? That's easy to say.

At this time, Lin Qingluo had already polished his skills.

Xiao Han took a writing brush and stood in front of the table to meditate quietly.

Then use 'Quiet and Far-reaching'.

After determining the content, soaking in ink, Xiao Han started writing directly.

Seeing Xiao Han start to move, Fang Wei looked nervously at him.

Soon the four big characters appeared on the paper. After changing the pen and writing the signature, Xiao Han took a step back.

Looking at the work in front of him, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Fangtai, I give you these four words, see if you are satisfied~"

With that said, Xiao Han put down his pen and stepped aside, looking at Fang Wei with a smile.

After hearing this, Fang Wei, who had been waiting impatiently, quickly stepped forward and stared closely at the works on the table.

"Tranquility reaches far~"

He read it directly.

Looking at the four big characters in front of him, he chewed them over and over in his mind.

The more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.

"Good words, good words~"

Fang Wei shouted excitedly.

"That's great, Xiao Han, thank you~"

Speaking, Fang Wei looked at Xiao Han gratefully.

"As long as you are satisfied~"

Seeing Fang Wei's excitement, Xiao Han said with a smile.

"Fangtai, if you have nothing else to do, you can enjoy it here while we go back and take off our makeup. Wearing this outfit is not very comfortable."

Seeing that it was done here, Xiao Han pointed to his outfit and said.

"Look at my brain, go ahead and follow me when I put it away."

After saying that, Fang Wei waved his hand to the side, but his eyes couldn't bear to leave the text in front of him.

Looking at Fang Wei who seemed to be in a daze, Xiao Han shrugged, pulled Lin Qingluo and retreated softly.

Another bookworm.

By the time Xiao Han and the two returned to the studio, new recording had begun.

The two of them walked quietly along the aisle to the dressing room at the back.

Although he was careful, he was discovered by the sharp-eyed director.

Looking at Xiao Han walking in front, he narrowed his eyes with a smile.

He looked at the white bottle in the bag at his feet again, feeling even more relieved.

Just now, Fang Wei hurriedly pulled Xiao Han out, and he, who is also a calligraphy enthusiast, could see clearly.

Naturally, I understand Fang Wei’s little thoughts.

But asking him to beg Xiao Han to write one, the relationship is not that big.

Unwilling to be reconciled, he turned his attention to the props Xiao Han used just now.

Although the writing is not complete, the meaning of this bottle is different.

After the show is broadcast, I believe the value of this bottle will naturally be greatly different.

Thinking about it, he gently stuffed the bag at his feet under the table.

He was afraid that Fang Wei would come back to fight with him later if he remembered.

But he was overthinking this. At this time, Fang Wei was immersed in the excitement of getting Xiao Han's work and didn't think about it at all.

When he thought about it, this all happened when the show was broadcast.

At that time, the bottle had already been taken back by the director for collection.

Of course, as the show aired, Xiao Han's calligraphy skills were naturally exposed to the public.

The repercussions it caused at that time is a story for later.

In this way, Xiao Han worked diligently at China Television for two days and helped solve many problems.

The recording progress of the new program has also been greatly improved with his participation.

When Xiao Han said goodbye and left the next day, both Fang Wei and the director looked reluctant to leave.

With Xiao Han here, they were the most comfortable these two days.

These two days were also the smoothest two days since the show started recording.

If it weren't unrealistic, both of them would want to detain Xiao Han here.

"Xiao Han, don't forget about the show when you go this time. Every day I will arrange for them to send you a copy of the recorded clips and the problems they encountered. Remember to take the time to read it, and don't forget that this is also Your show.”

With that said, Fang Wei patted Xiao Han hard on the shoulder.

Her eyes were staring straight at him.

"Don't worry, I will look at it as long as I have time."

Being stared at by Fang Wei, Xiao Han responded repeatedly.

Seeing Xiao Han agree, Fang Wei released his hand on Xiao Han's shoulder.

Reluctantly, the figures of Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo slowly disappeared into the car in the distance.

"Old Zhao, it's up to you if Xiao Han is not here, and the next recording on his side won't be easy either."

Looking at the director, Fang Wei said solemnly.

It turns out that the director’s surname is Zhao.

Looking at the commercial vehicle disappearing into the traffic in the distance, the director nodded silently.

In Kyoto, Xiao Han could still be found for support from time to time, but now that he has gone to other places, it is not so convenient to find him again.

The next task will be quite difficult.

Different from the solemnity here, Xiao Han and the others in the car were particularly relaxed.

Two consecutive days of intense work are finally over.

In the past two days, Fang Wei and the director have used him like a cow, wanting to squeeze out every ounce of energy from him.

"Sister Wan, have the flights been booked? How long will it take?"

Xiao Han looked at the time, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

Director Ma has already sent a notice and recording will start tomorrow.

So they have to rush there early tonight. If they arrive tomorrow, they will be too pressed for time and too tired.

"The flight is at nine o'clock in the evening, so I can make it in time."

They had packed their luggage in the morning and were ready to go at any time.

"Well, let me rest for a while and call me when you get there."

After saying that, Xiao Han closed his eyes tiredly.