The jealous girl on the other side was already all over the floor, and the unromantic girl on this side was still fanning the flames: "Mr. Chen is such a nice person. He just asked me if I needed anything. He said that he and Grandma Chen would be returning to the village to celebrate the festival in a few days, and he also said that he would write Spring Festival couplets for us. You are always like this..."
"Who asked him to write Spring Festival couplets?" Zhong Mingwei finally couldn't help it and roared at the door. "It's not like I can't write!"
"I knew you would say that. Hehe," the next second, Ah Chou happily pushed the door open. Holding a brush, ink, paper and inkstone in his hands, 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 and red paper, thinking of writing Spring Festival couplets for you. Hehe, you see, it really comes in handy."
A gift that was too embarrassing to present. But now that he finally got the chance to give it away, Ah Chou was so happy.
"I'm reluctant to buy donkey-hide gelatin. But I'm willing to buy these miscellaneous things." Zhong Mingwei looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and couldn't help but glared at Achou.
"Look, you're talking about this again..." Ah Chou was not satisfied. He muttered softly, took the brush and handed it to Zhong Mingwei, and said a little embarrassedly, "Take a look at this brush and see if it works well. The store owner said it's made of wolf hair. I don't know much about it, and I don't know if you can get used to it."
"Very good," Zhong Mingwei glanced at the brush that looked like a cheap one, nodded, and then glanced at the rough inkstone on the kang, and said, "All very good."
"Hehe, I think it's great too. I bought a lot of things, and the shopkeeper even gave me a stack of toilet paper," Ah Chou smiled brightly, and while carrying in another stack of toilet paper, he looked at Zhong Mingwei eagerly, "Do you want to practice 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." Achou rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly.
"Come here, I'll teach you."
"Oh!" Ah Chou agreed crisply, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.
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"Don't hold it too tightly, don't make your fingers so stiff," Zhong Mingwei looked at the extremely nervous Ah Chou with some amusement, while holding Ah Chou's hand, he said with a smile, "What are you nervous about? You're about to break the brush."
"I've never held a pen before," Ah Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei pitifully, "You don't know, when I see these pens, ink, paper and inkstone, my calves start to twist. I'm not afraid of anything except these."
"What's there to be afraid of? It's just like embroidery needles, practice makes perfect." Zhong Mingwei lowered his head and kissed Ah Chou's smooth forehead, then said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will teach you how to write."
Zhong Mingwei held Ah Chou's hand, and the trembling tip of his pen fell on the yellowed straw paper, scratching it bit by bit, and wrote the character "一". He raised the brush again, and Ah Chou let out a long breath. He looked at the crooked characters on the paper with a look of disgust: "You see, I just don't have talent."
"When I first wrote, my handwriting was uglier than this. The teacher even slapped my hand at that time," Zhong Mingwei did not despise her, and comforted her, "Didn't I tell you? Just think of this pen as an embroidery needle."
"How can it be compared with an embroidery needle? This is my first time using an embroidery needle, and it's pretty good," Ah Chou muttered, but he was obviously not as disappointed as before. He immediately picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, tilting his face and acting coquettishly towards Zhong Mingwei, "Good master, please teach me again!"
"You don't even pay the tuition fee, so how can your master want to teach you?" Zhong Mingwei said with a deliberately stern face.
"Is this enough?" Ah Chou leaned over and kissed the man's gloomy chin, saying shyly.
"This is enough..." Zhong Mingwei said as he lowered his head and covered those rosy lips.
Ah Chou held the brush in her hand and dared not move, which gave Zhong Mingwei an advantage. He kissed her for a long time, until Ah Chou was out of breath. Zhong Mingwei was willing to get up and looked at the blushing Ah Chou with a smile on his face, looking like a satiated and wanton man.
"Bah!" Ah Chou spat at him with a red face, cursing in a low voice, "Where can you find a teacher as shameless as you?"
"You're the only one who would be shameless," Zhong Mingwei said, touching Ah Chou's forehead, smiling softly, "What kind of characters do you want to learn? The teacher is in a good mood today, and he will teach you whatever you want to learn."
"Zhong Mingwei." Achou said in a low voice.
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