Fu Hong, who was eating melon seeds, stood up and walked towards the study.
He came out holding a thick stack of written couplets, and Fu Xiao came over and laid them out in pairs.
"...a few blessing characters are missing."
“I’ll write a few more…”
Mu Lianshen stood up and prepared to go to the study.
Fu Xiao held him back, "Brother, go get the red paper... Let's write in the living room..."
Cut the red paper into small square pieces, as I have enough brushes at home.
Fu Hong was not interested in writing, so he sat in front of Fu Jingshu to keep her company.
Fu Shaoyu stared at Fu Xiao's gestures, "You hold the pen wrong..."
"Hey, brother, this is how I write."
Mu Lianshen looked over and said, "She can only write regular script, very standard."
After he said that, Fu Shaoyu stared at Fu Xiao's words.
That’s right, very standard regular script, just like it was measured with a ruler.
"Aren't you tired of writing like this..."
Fu Xiao chuckled: "Brother, I usually write with a fountain pen and pencil, and I rarely use a brush."
"You and dad like calligraphy, but I can't learn it... I don't have the artistic talent..."
Fu Shaoyu smiled and rubbed her head. "What are you talking about?"
What art?
What cells?
Isn't it just writing a word?
Fu Xiao was tired of writing, so she walked to stand beside Shen Xingzhou, watching him write a full sheet of her name, she curled her lips: "Your handwriting is pretty good..."
He is really multi-talented. His handwriting is not worse than Mu Lianshen's.
Shen Xingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, stood behind her, held her hand and began to write his name on the paper.
Fu Jingshu smiled and looked at this one, then that one, and finally her gaze fell on Mu Lianshen.
The scene of him standing not far away and writing, occasionally looking up and smiling at her was very familiar.
It seemed like they used to get along like this often.
Her eyes began to become blurry.
The young Mu Lianshen stood in front of the desk, holding the pen in his slender hands, smearing ink on the paper.
On the small couch opposite him, Fu Jingshu was holding her chin with her hand and staring at him with shining eyes.
The boy who killed people on the battlefield left the battlefield and came to the study.
There is another side.
He has a great temperament and looks like a gentleman.
Mu Lianshen smiled at her brilliantly, "Shushu, can I draw a picture for you?"
"You also know this?"
"Yes..."
Fu Jingshu squinted at him and said, "Then go ahead and draw. If it doesn't look good, I'll show you how I'll deal with you..."
Mu Lianshen smiled meaningfully, "I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
She sat opposite him throughout the afternoon, not daring to move, until the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the study.
He then put down his pen, "Okay..."
Fu Jingshu collapsed completely on the small couch.
Although he told her to do whatever she wanted, she still held the rack, her body was sore, she stretched out her hand to him, "Let me see,"
Mu Lianshen came over and hugged her from behind, and they both admired his paintings together.
When Fu Jingshu saw what he drew, her face flushed, "You... hooligan,"
The facial features of the person in the painting are so lifelike that you can tell it is her at first glance, but she is wearing too little, so many parts of her body are vague and seductive.
His eyes were also drawn to be full of charm.
"Just tell me whether you are satisfied or not..." Mu Lianshen buried his head in her neck and blew into her ear.
Fu Jingshu was shy and blushed, "If someone sees..."
Mu Lianshen carefully put the painting away. "No one else can see it. I will keep it close to me. When I miss you, I will look at it... to comfort my longing..."
"We are getting married soon, so we still need to look at the painting..." She still wanted to destroy this disgusting painting.
He held her hand and said with a smile: "How should I get through these days before we get married?"
No matter how Fu Jingshu struggled, the painting was still taken away by Mu Lianshen.
He held the shy girl in his arms and kissed her wildly, and they promised to never separate for the rest of their lives.
They treat each other with full love.
Until the wedding day is approaching.
"Shushu...what are you thinking about?"
Mu Lianshen came over and squatted in front of her, holding her hands, "Are you cold?"
Fu Jingshu's eyes fell on him, "You seem... old..."
He stared at her, a flash of pain in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Yes, I'm old... but you haven't changed."
Mu Lianshen reached out and touched her cheek, "It's still the same as when we first met..."
When we first met, he looked very embarrassed.
After rolling down the hillside, his back was severely scratched and even his feet were covered with wounds.
He was a little unhappy when he saw that the person who bandaged him was a beautiful female military doctor.
At that time, Mu Lianshen, as a child of a wealthy family, had many girls who had gathered around him since childhood.
Subconsciously, he was against girls getting too close to him.
As it turned out, he was indeed a little too self-indulgent.
The man didn't even look at his face and bandaged his wound very quickly.
Instead it was him.
He stared at the girl in front of him who was treating his foot injury for a long time.
At that time, I just thought that this woman was so skillful. She didn't even blink when she saw the blood flowing out, and she didn't even pause when she connected his broken leg.
After bandaging the wound, she stood up and packed up the medicine box beside her, and gave him some simple medical instructions.
To be honest, Mu Lianshen didn't hear clearly what she said at that time, as his attention was all on her eyes.
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