Zhao Yiyang was stunned, touched his cheeks, and found that he had dyed a few smears of ink at some point, and he was embarrassed for a while, so he reached out and took out a white cloth and wiped it again.

Under the cover of the white cloth, he thought that Da Huan'er couldn't see it, and the red clouds were dyed layer after layer, and the scene of her wiping ink for herself kept flashing in his mind, and he was so ashamed that he was ashamed of himself.

However, the latter happened to see that his face was almost red to the pork liver, and he was unnatural for a while, so he had to walk around, and when he saw the paper and pen he put away, he was stunned for a while.

After looking left and right for a while, he laughed: "Zhao Yiyang, what are you writing?" Could it be that a martial artist can't even read his handwriting? I'm a foreigner who can write a few Chinese characters better than you can read! ”

After that, he took those pieces of paper and laughed for a long time, and the smart laughter broke the awkward atmosphere between them.

In particular, Zhao Yiyang stood up from her position suddenly, stepped forward to take the article in her hand, and muttered: "Don't read it!" Originally, I am not a literati, so I can't write handsome words. ”

Da Huan'er was afraid that he would be angry, so she covered her mouth and smiled: "You have to go, I don't laugh at you, but your word doesn't match your little white face." ”

Seeing that his face was getting uglier and uglier, he waved his hand and said, "In this case, I won't quarrel with you, you just eat, I'll come back to clean up the dishes and chopsticks for you later." ”

After that, he walked towards the door, and closed the door for him very intimately. From beginning to end, their atmosphere was better for a long time, but he didn't say a word because of his initial embarrassment.

When he was sure that the person was far away, he sat back on the edge of his chair, ripped off the white cloth on the table, and then looked at the black piece of the sermon: "It's all your fault, it's all your fault!" ”

The reason why he was embarrassed was because from the moment she put the cloth on her shoulder, he began to fantasize that Da Huan'er was a tender girl.

Even when she saw her article, that scene lingered, and he was even worried that Da Huan'er would laugh at him, it was uncomfortable to think about, but he didn't know what was going on.

It's clear that he doesn't like her, but he always fantasizes about her like something else, and his heart keeps beating, but he still cares about his thoughts, which is really uncomfortable.

He tugged at his collar and swept away the food on the table.

Only then did I realize that today I thought I was not hungry, but I was already hungry, but I was too hungry, and now I smelled the smell of that meal and the worms were lured out.

But for a moment, the stomach was already swollen to the point that it could not be done.

He personally put the dishes and chopsticks into the food box, cleaned up the table, and then put the article back on the table, looking at the words on the other end and sighing from time to time that he didn't practice calligraphy well, but he was really so ugly. How did you not find out before??

He only sighed and continued to write, racking his brains, all the things that should be held out were saved, but there was a lot of ink left.

And after Da Huan'er laughed at Zhao Yiyang's words, his heart gradually fell silent. Thinking back to Fang Cai, I was very embarrassed to wipe Zhao Yiyang's cheeks, but fortunately, I pretended to be stupid, otherwise how could it be good.

But after thinking about it deeply, his attitude towards himself seems to have changed a lot recently, and he doesn't know why he still looks very twisted.

I knew that I wouldn't go out of the palace with Concubine Min, but now I almost lost my innocence of "beauty", which makes people sigh when I think about it.

The night became deeper and deeper, Zhao Yiyang was drowsy with a pen, lowered his head and immediately woke up for a while, and then his head kept nodding and pointing, but it was the least greasy thing he had ever done.

When I was a child, when I was in school, I always fell asleep in the interval between my husband and "Confucius said", and the ink pen fell on my face, and then rolled off the ground.

In the past, he was not loved by his mother and father, and no one could take care of him much, so he just grew up hiding in the countryside.

Mr. Xuetang's wife also grew up in the countryside, and her speech was vulgar, and when she saw the words he wrote, she also smiled and said: "This child's face is white and pure, how can he write like that piece of shit?" ”

He could hear the gentleman scolding angrily: "Pay attention to what you say!" How is it so vulgar! But he didn't refute what his wife said, which shows that this is what he thinks in his heart.

Therefore, after leaving the school, he rarely wrote anymore, and Bai Yan didn't know where he came from, but he used this method to rectify him.

When he thought of this, he was angry, and he was not in the mood to write articles, although he had been here for more than 50 days, but looking back on the past, he used to find a forest to sleep in every day, and there was really nothing to write about.

Therefore, I was irritable.

He picked up the pen, pursed his lips, and then put the pen where his upper lip was pouted, and put his legs on the table, looking very comfortable.

He stared at the beams above, bored.

After staying for a while, he began to feel slightly tired, his eyes slowly narrowed, and his mouth was loosened, and then his head was tilted, and the ink pen slipped on his robe, and his feet loosened, and he happened to kick the two jars of good wine sent by Baolie.

Zhao Yiyang immediately woke up, fortunately, he was still in a daze, and he had already found the direction under his feet, and he bounced up with a light kick of the wine.

As soon as he saw something vague pop up in front of him, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed it. When I got it right, I looked at it and saw that it was the two wine jars, and I was glad that I immediately hugged them in my arms. Fortunately, the reaction at his feet was quick and not sloppy, otherwise it would have wasted Bao Lie's mind.

He glanced at the ink on his body again, and couldn't help but think of something, put down the two jars of wine before he looked at the brush that fell on the ground, and couldn't help touching the upper lip, which turned out to be black again......

A man's bedroom usually doesn't have a woman's item like a bronze mirror, so his first instinct is to run towards the basin of water in the bedroom. The water rippled and rippled under the touch, and when the water stabilized, he illuminated himself clearly in the water.

It was true that he drew a beard, and he picked up the water with his fingers, and made a circle in the basin, which was the only way to take out a hand of water and hit his face. One is to wash the "beard"; The second is to make this cold water sober up.

A handful of cold water slapped on his face, he seemed to be a spirit, and he was indeed much more energetic, and he was happy to think that he should have found a way to wake up tonight.

But when he walked to the table in high spirits and was about to pick up a few articles, his head shrugged down, and a sense of sleepiness swept over him.

He's really not a scholar of literature.