Quan Ji immediately turned to look at Jun Chenlan, her eyes shining brightly. Under the flickering lamplight, the warm light covered half of her face, and the shadows did not appear harsh, making her exceptionally beautiful.
She said, "How about I name this poem for you?"
Jun Chenlan was not surprised. He had been able to sense Quan Ji's spiritual power, but he would not expose it. Instead, he handed the golden dragon pen to Quan Ji and nodded, saying, "Okay."
Quan Ji chuckled, picked up the golden dragon pen, and wrote the first character crookedly on the poem.
Affection.
Yes, it's crooked and tilted.
Quan Ji looked at what she had written and was almost about to curse, "What the hell is this crap?"
It would be more interesting to catch a chicken and let it stomp on it a couple of times with its feet than this.
Comparing Jun Chenlan's handwriting to her own... Quan Ji felt extremely inferior.
An indescribable sense of distance was stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down. She turned around and returned the golden dragon pen to Jun Chenlan: "You should do it."
Jun Chenlan knew what Quan Ji was thinking, but he didn't mind, because this was a poem for Quan Ji, and whatever Quan Ji wanted to do would only enhance the poem.
He said, "Write it, according to your own ideas."
Quan Ji shook her head: "I...I'm not very educated, so I can't really come up with any good topics."
Jun Chenlan smiled, but in his heart he was suppressing a bitter pain. He reached out and gently stroked Quan Ji's hair, a beautiful smile curving his lips: "It's nothing. As long as you wrote it, this poem will become more meaningful."
Quan Ji was still hesitating.
Seeing the ugly character for "love" added to the otherwise perfectly written poem on the note, she felt that she had ruined Jun Chenlan's feelings on a whim.
Then, something unexpected happened.
Jun Chenlan grabbed her hand and placed the Golden Dragon Pen in her right hand, his large hand holding her small hand, and her small hand gripping the pen tightly.
Jun Chenlan adjusted Quan Ji's writing posture, bringing her back close to his front, and whispered in her ear, "It's okay, we'll do it together, I'll help you."
In that instant, Quan Ji's heart was filled with a myriad of emotions, and the feelings that had been stuck in her throat dissipated like a thin mist, disappearing without a trace.
Jun Chenlan asked, "What words do you want to write?"
Quan Ji pursed her lips, concealing her smile, and replied, "A...love letter."
Jun Chenlan: "As you wish."
Quan Ji felt her hand being controlled by Jun Chenlan's hand. Every stroke, every pause, revealed the ultimate charm of calligraphy, giving her an indescribable feeling as she watched the characters gradually appear before her.
Unlike the square and upright style that Jun Chenlan himself wrote, this is lively and elegant, as if a phoenix is soaring into the sky on the paper, with rich ink and vibrant colors, and is exceptionally unrestrained.
Book.
"love letter".
Quan Ji was deeply moved by the scene before her, and a small smile curved her lips as she asked, "Lan?"
Jun Chenlan responded with a puzzled "Mm".
Kwon Ji said, "Do you know why I wrote love letters?"
Jun Chenlan shook his head: "You go ahead."
Quan Ji: "Because this is the first time you've written this kind of poem for me. Although I don't know what you're thinking and I'm not very cultured, I have a mouth, and if I say it, then it is."
Jun Chenlan couldn't help but chuckle, "If you say so, then so be it."
He confirmed Kwon Ji's statement.
However... in his heart, he vaguely denied the first part of what Quan Ji said.
It seems this isn't the first time he's written love letters to the young lady.
But... it seems like this is the first time.
He didn't know why he had such a misconception.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.
Quan Ji looked at the note with the poem written on it and smiled: "I've memorized this poem. We can release the lanterns now."
Jun Chenlan stopped her: "Wait."
Quan Ji looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Jun Chenlan pursed his thin lips slightly, a somewhat embarrassed smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
"If you were to write something for me... I haven't written it yet."
Upon hearing this, Quan Ji's lips curled up.
“I’ll write it for you right away, but let me make this clear first: I’m not well-educated, I can’t write your fancy stuff.”
Jun Chenlan shook his head, looked at Jian Ci, and said seriously, "Sincere words are more moving than any flowery language."
Quan Ji was warmed by these words, and her blood flowed freely, radiating a gentle warmth.
Quan Ji picked up her pen and wrote down the words.
[Through mountains and rivers, I'll travel with you.]
Hand in hand, we stroll leisurely through the world.
[Thus, I lived a life of dreams and death, traversing the waves and wandering freely.]
Quan Ji looked at Jun Chenlan and handed him the pen: "It's finished. Come, you can sign your name."
Looking at the simple sentences in front of him, Jun Chenlan felt a sense of reciprocity, a feeling that was both wonderful and as if they were running towards each other.
His deep voice, like the tolling of a bell, said: "Together."
He grasped Quan Ji's hand and nominated her name.
Love Letter No. 2
When Quan Ji saw this name, her feelings were beyond words.
Holding hands and gazing at each other, the gentle firelight made them kiss without thinking.
Everyone around stared at the two of them and screamed.
"Aaaaaaah! Honey! Honey, I want you to write me a poem too!"
"But...but I'm not educated either."
"I don't care! I don't care! Even though that rich girl isn't educated, she still wrote it, didn't she? I don't care, I want it!"
"Waaaaah... What kind of divine love is this? Using the rarest Lamp King to create such romantic moments, is this the strongest dog food on the continent?"
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