Seeing Liu Shuangli smiling so happily, Qin Siyang also laughed. The pen %fun %Ge www.biquge.info thought that not long ago he was still giving up on himself, but fortunately, with Liu Shuangli's persistence, now the situation has really improved with hard work, and they have a place to stay, and they no longer have to suffer from the cold like those poor people living on the streets, which is really a blessing.

Liu Shuangli shouted to skip, and smiled happily, bowed and thanked the old gentleman who took them in, and finally saw that the old gentleman just smiled lightly and did not move. She enthusiastically took the brush and asked Qin Siyang to study the ink, and she found a piece of hemp paper that was not stained with ink and dust, carefully spread it on the table, and said to the old gentleman: "I'll write for Mr. now, please tell me what the two annoying guys just now want Mr. to write?"

"Hey!" the old man sighed in embarrassment and said, "They didn't ask the old man to write anything." It's just that Zhang Dasheng, who sells clay figurines at the entrance of East Street and alleys, hasn't paid the rent for three months. They asked me to write a house deed, saying that Zhang Dasheng couldn't afford to pay the rent fee, so he volunteered to offset his old house. Hey, everyone is a hard-working person, the old man really doesn't know how to write such a contract, this is clearly the old house on the ancestor of the Zhang family. ”

"The house will be confiscated if the rent is not paid for three months," Liu Shuangli was surprised, "so arrogant, who are they?"

"Song Ye and Third Master are both in the east of the city. The old gentleman said, "All of us who live here are under their protection." ”

"What kind of protection is this!" Liu Shuangli said from his air, "This is clearly fraud and banditry." ”

"It's impossible, baby!" said the old gentleman with a sigh.

"That-" Liu Shuangli tugged at the tip of his pen fiercely, "Now, Mr. still wants to write this unreasonable deed?"

"What can you do if you don't write!" the old gentleman hung his head.

At this time, Qin Siyang had already finished studying the ink, and looked at the two of them who were a little depressed curiously. Because he had discussed with Liu Shuangli, for the sake of insurance, he couldn't speak in front of outsiders and pretended to be dumb. So Qin Siyang kept silent, and now that he has finished researching the ink, he only stretched out his hand and pulled Liu Shuangli's sleeve.

Liu Shuang's head was still worried about the damn contract, and he pushed the pen into the ink ruthlessly, looking at the old gentleman, but he didn't know what to do.

"Write!" The old gentleman sighed again, and then his eyes were dim, and his tone was extremely helpless, and he read word by word, asking Liu Shuangli to record the deed of the ancestral house that took over the people's ancestral house word by word.

Liu Shuangli wrote the contract very awkwardly according to what the old gentleman said, and after leaving the last pen, she picked up the letter paper without looking at it and handed it to the old gentleman.

"Well, that's a pretty little guy. The old gentleman looked at the handwritten deed written by Liu Shuangli, nodded and said, "The baby's people are cool, but the words are very delicate, rigid and soft, mixed together, really good!"

Liu Shuangli smiled awkwardly: "Mr. smiled." ”

The old man put away the contract written by Liu Shuangli, looked at the child in front of him, and said with a smile: "The old man's name is Chen Qiqing, and the words are turbid." The ancestors have raised people, so they have known Braille since they were children, and now they can only make a living from it. In this area of Peizhou, the old man is also a little famous in terms of clerical work. But now that I look at it, in terms of fonts, it's not as upright as my little brother. ”

Liu Shuangli was praised by this and lowered his head embarrassedly. Speaking of her handwriting, it was well repaired by the master at that time. Master said that martial arts should be learned well, and qualitative is very important, but although Liu Shuangli is a girl, she has been very active since she was a child, and the master forced her to practice her temperament, so he changed the way and let her start practicing from the words, and for one year, he locked her in the room for three hours every day, and did nothing, just wrote there, until she wrote properly, and then stopped.

Because of this word, Liu Shuangli couldn't help but think of the master, his heart was sour, he was afraid of losing his temper, and hurriedly said to the old man Chen Qiqing: "Mr. Chen, this deed is ......."

"How?"

"Am I doing evil for the tiger when I write this?"

Chen Qiqing patted Liu Shuangli's shoulder and sighed: "It's a good thing that the baby is upright, but the world can't be done by people. You were forced to write it out of helplessness, how could God blame it. ”

"......"

"Don't think about it anymore, God is watching, it will make a clear decision. ”

"But I don't believe in God. Liu Shuangli shook his head and said, "If God really knows how to decide, why do you want so many innocent people to suffer." ”

Archie smiled sadly: "If you don't believe in the sky, just believe in fate." ”

"Mr. Chen!"

Liu Shuangli looked at Chen Qiqing blankly, and didn't know what to say!

The sky gradually darkened, and the various stalls at the gate of the city began to disperse one by one.

Liu Shuangli and Qin Siyang have been busy helping Mr. Chen tidy up his broken up stall.

Most of the paper was spilled with ink when it was shot down, and it became waste paper. Counting them, there are not many pieces of paper left that can still be used.

"Hey!" Chen Qiqing put away the few pieces of paper and sighed helplessly.

There is no business today, and the stall was destroyed, if it weren't for the kindness of Song Ye who suddenly gave more than a dozen dollars as compensation, today would be a complete loss.

Chen Qiqing took the two children to pick up the mess in a depressed mood, while waiting for the Song master to come back and take the contract he wanted.

When the sky in the west was dyed with red glow, that Song Ye finally came with two of his subordinates as promised, but the third master who caused trouble disappeared.

"This word ......" Song Ye looked at the contract handed to him, and said suspiciously, "Mr. Chen, you wrote it?"

"Ah, no!" Chen Qiqing pointed at Liu Shuangli and replied, "The old man's hand is a little unsteady today, and he is afraid that he will smash Song Ye's letter, so he asks this little brother to ghostwrite for the old man." ”

Song Ye looked at Liu Shuangli, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes: "This little brother is still literate?"

"Well, how can you practice martial arts if you don't know how to read!" Liu Shuangli tilted his head and smiled.

"Very good, very good!" Song Ye smiled and nodded, "What is the name of the little brother, who is the person, why did you come to our small town in Shanxi?"

"This, uncle!" Liu Shuangli looked at Song Ye with wide eyes, "Can I not answer your questions?"

"Are these questions hard to answer?"

"No!" Liu Shuangli shook his head and said, "It's just that I think it's better not to say it, because I don't want to have too much to do with you, uncle." ”

"Haha!" Song Ye suddenly laughed loudly, half-bowing his head and looking at Liu Shuangli who dared to speak so bluntly at him, "The little brother is very unusual, Song appreciates it." ”

After Song Ye finished speaking, he looked Liu Shuangli up and down again, but he didn't ask any more, put away the contract, and with a wave of his hand, he led the two subordinates to turn around and go back to the city.