The vinegar vat over there was overturned, and the incomprehensible stinky girl on this side continued to fan the flames: "Mr. Chen is really kind, just now he asked me if I needed anything. He said that he would Grandma Chen and I are going back to the village for the holidays, and I even said that I will write Spring Festival couplets for us. You are always like this... "
"Who wants him to write Spring Festival couplets?" Zhong Mingwei finally couldn't help it, and roared towards the door. "It's not like I can't write!"
"I knew you would say that. Hehe," the next second, Ah Chou happily opened the door and entered. Holding a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, he walked to the kang with a smile, "A few days ago. I saw someone selling Spring Festival couplets at the market. I bought these together, and I also bought red paper. I just thought about it." I wrote Spring Festival couplets for you. Hehe. You can really use it."
A gift you can't afford. Finally got the chance to send it out, Ah Chou was so happy.
"I'm reluctant to buy donkey-hide gelatin. I'm willing to buy these messy things." Zhong Mingwei looked at the screwdriver, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and couldn't help but glared at Ah Chou.
"Look, you said this again..." Ah Chou was dissatisfied. Muttering in a low voice, he took the pen and handed it to Zhong Mingwei, a little embarrassed. "Do you think this pen is easy to use? The store said it was a wolf's hair. I don't understand these things, and I don't know if you are used to it."
"Very good," Zhong Mingwei glanced at the stick, which was a cheap brush, nodded, and glanced at the rough plain inkstone on the kang, and said, "It's all very good."
"Hey, I also think it's good. I bought a lot of things, and the shopkeeper even gave me a stack of toilet paper." Ah Chou immediately smiled, and while carrying another stack of toilet paper, he looked at Zhong Mingwei eagerly. "Do you want to practice your hands today?"
"Okay," Zhong Mingwei nodded, and looked at Ah Chou with a smile, "but you have to grind the ink for me."
"But... I don't know how to do it." A Chou rubbed his hands coyly.
"Come here, I will teach you."
"Oh!" Ah Chou agreed bluntly, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.
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"Don't hold it too tightly, don't your fingers be so stiff." Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou who was so nervous that he was a little funny, and while holding A Chou's hand, he said with a smile, "Why are you so nervous? You have to hold the brush It was broken."
"I've never held a pen before." Ah Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei pitifully, "You don't even know that when I saw this pen, ink, paper and inkstone, my calf twisted. Afraid of these."
"What's there to be afraid of? It's just like embroidery needles, practice makes perfect," Zhong Mingwei bowed his head and kissed Ah Chou's smooth forehead, and then said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll teach you how to write."
Zhong Mingwei held Ah Chou's hand, and the trembling pen tip landed on the yellowed straw paper, stroked little by little, and wrote the word "one". When he lifted the brush again, A Chou let out a long breath, lol Looking at the crooked words on the paper, he looked disgusted: "You see, I just have no talent."
"When I wrote for the first time, was it uglier than this? My husband beat my hand at that time." Zhong Mingwei didn't dislike it, and comforted her, "Didn't you say it? Just treat this pen as an embroidery needle." on."
"How can it compare with embroidery needles? It's my first time using embroidery needles, so it's okay," Ah Chou muttered, but he was obviously not as disappointed as before, and immediately picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, and said coquettishly to Zhong Mingwei with his face tilted. , "Good master, teach me again!"
"If you don't even pay the tuition fees, Master wants to teach you?" Zhong Mingwei asked with a serious face.
"Is this enough?" Ah Chou leaned over and kissed the man's Qingyinyin chin, and said timidly.
"This is enough..." Zhong Mingwei lowered his head while speaking, covering his rosy lips.
Ah Chou was holding the brush in his hand, not daring to move it, but it was easier for Zhong Mingwei, who kissed him for a long time, until Ah Chou was out of breath, then Zhong Mingwei was willing to get up, and faced the red-faced Ah Chou with a spring breeze Ugly, with a full-fledged vagabond look.
"Bah!" Ah Chou spat at him with a blushing face, cursing in a low voice, "Where is such a shameless teacher like you?"
"It's shameless to be with you." Zhong Mingwei put his forehead against Ah Chou, and smiled lowly, "What words do you want to learn? Mister is in a good mood today. Whatever the little girl wants to learn, Mister will teach you."
"Zhong Mingwei." Ah Chou whispered.