Yu Yue teased, but Yuehua took it seriously, and had to let him squat down and carry himself into the bedroom, and Yu Yue had no choice but to comply.

Yuehua's warm body temperature climbed to Yu Yue's back, and it was really all over her body**. Yuehua remembered that when she was in the hospital, Yu Yue carried her for the first time, and she was intoxicated by her strong and tough body. Today, when she climbed on Yu Yue's back again, it was no longer the feeling of yesterday, Yuehua felt like she was lying on a tall mountain, this mountain was not someone else's mountain, it was her own mountain, and it was the mountain that she could rely on for the rest of her life.

Yu Yue carried Yuehua into her bedroom, and asked her gently:

"Do you want me to wash your feet?"

"Why not?

"Yuehua, you're welcome, this husband is really imposing, I have convinced you. ”

"Well, you tell me. Who said that? Didn't you ask for water for me? Why do you blame me for calling you? If you don't want to, forget it, go to sleep. ”

"Don't, I didn't mean that. Do your best, and die, I do. I'll go fetch you water right away, you wait. ”

After Yu Yue finished speaking, she hurriedly went downstairs to turn on the water. Yuehua pulled her hair and leaned on the quilt with her head in her hands. Yu Yue couldn't come up for a long time to fetch water, and Yuehua wrote the manuscript in the past few days, feeling sleepy and tired, and fell asleep without feeling it.

When Yu Yue went upstairs, when she saw Yuehua, she was lying on her back on the bed with her feet facing the sky. He hurriedly helped her take off her shoes and socks, brought a basin to help her wash her feet, and then carefully helped her take off her coat, help her cover the quilt, and leave the door.

Although Yu Yue was also sleepy, as soon as the time passed, his spiritual head came. Today he happened to buy a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so he sat alone at the desk, dipped the pen in ink, and practiced calligraphy.

Yu Yue is actually a calligraphy lover, since he was a child, his specialty is to write well, in recent years he has also learned to draw some Chinese paintings, but there is no teacher to teach, and it is just a beginner. However, his handwriting is really good, not only is the regular writing good, but the grass has also reached the point of entering the house. When he was at home, whenever someone had any happy or funeral events, he would call him over, write couplets, write gift lists, and in their village, Yu Yue's fame was really not small.

At that time, when Yu Yue was thinking about Yuehua at home, she was always alone in the house and stayed at home. Later, the little sister bought him paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and urged him to write every day, so that life could be regarded as a glimmer of life.

In recent days, Yu Yue has become obsessed with writing scrolls, writing Buddhist scriptures on rice paper in small letters, word by word, and then after some framing, they can also be sold. It is said that if you are lucky enough to participate in a calligraphy exhibition, you can sell it for hundreds of thousands of yuan at a time. Yu Yue already likes calligraphy, and with such a reason, he still has to write desperately?

This is not an easy task. Thousands of words, written on a pair of scrolls, require that not a single word be wrong, or even a single stroke, otherwise it cannot be called a perfect work. Only flawless works have economic value. When Yu Yue was at home, she had already tried to write a few times, but she had to give up because of failure. Today, he bought more than a dozen high-quality Xiaokai at one time, and is ready to try again.

He found a copy of the "Mida Sutra". The number of words in the Mida Sutra is small, so you can write a banner in small block letters, frame it, and hang it in the living room. It is both beautiful and auspicious, and can be called the treasure of the town. At the book trade fair, if it is seen by calligraphy lovers with faith, it is really daring to pay a good price. I'm afraid that I can't write well, as long as I write well, there is no reason why I can't sell it.

Yu Yue was concentric, and first talked about a good rice paper, part of which was fixed on a wooden board. Then clamp the upper and lower corners with iron clips. He first soaked the milli of a new brush in warm water, and then used toilet paper to absorb the water inside. Poured a bottle of "Yide Ge" ink into the inkstone, and after the ink was moistened, he first dipped the pen in ink, and practiced writing the first "Mi" word on the waste paper, writing seven or eight at the same time, Yu Yue was not very satisfied, but he was still very patient, and wrote a few words one after another, so he felt proficient and grasped the best measure. After that, carefully write it on the scroll. In this way, Yu Yue practiced writing, wrote and practiced, and stayed up for half the night, but only wrote a dozen words. Although there is no mistake in the slightest, and the words are neat, it's just that the efficiency of this creation is too low.

After staying up late, Yu Yue woke up a little late in the morning. Aunt Zhang had made breakfast, and Yu Yue was still asleep. Yuehua didn't know why, and wanted to call him, but when he got to his room, he saw a scroll on the table that he had written yesterday. The handwriting was delicate and dignified, so that Yuehua was instantly dumbfounded.

Yu Yue's eyes were hazy, and she saw that Yuehua didn't know when she came to her house. Then he stretched and asked:

"Oops, I'm late, should I go to work?"

Yuehua was looking at the words he wrote with interest, and saw him ask himself. And he replied in a tone of ecstasy:

"I can't afford it, it's long overdue. I really don't know if you still have these two moments, but this is not badly written. What are you working on?"

Seeing a Buddhist scripture on the table, Yuehua asked again:

"Manager Copy, it seems that you are going to cultivate immortals!"

Yu Yue was still staring at her, and said with a smile:

"I don't have that deep realm, it's just writing. I want to try it, write a paper now, and still sell it for money. Let's see if I can create a masterpiece of the kind. If it is written, which buyer will take a fancy to it? A pair can be sold for 180,000 yuan. ”

Yuehua didn't believe it when she heard it, she asked Yu Yue with a sneer:

"It's too much exaggeration, can it be sold for so much money? ”

"If you don't believe it, forget it. It's time for me to do something to conquer you. ”

Hearing this, Yuehua chuckled and said:

"Okay, I just hope that you have a little interest, not to mention that you sell seventy or eighty thousand, I am very happy to sell seventy or eight thousand. But there is one thing I really have to praise you, this writing is really good, I don't have the ability of you. Alas, I remembered again, are those calligraphy and paintings on the walls of your house also your masterpieces?"

"Of course it is! What are you doing with someone else's writing and posting it to my house? It's just scribbling, it's kind of eye-catching, right?"

"Well, I think so. If you want to put it together with those calligraphers, I really can't tell the difference!"

Yu Yue rolled over, lifted the quilt, and giggled. Yuehua saw that he was still greedy for bed, so he anxiously urged:

"Okay, hurry up, it's late, we don't have time to eat. If I, as a manager, want to manage others well, I can't be late all the time. ”

"Well, listen to you, get up right away. ”

Yu Yue hurriedly got dressed, and with Yuehua, she scribbled a little food. I hurried to the company.

In the past few days, because of the investigation of the case, he has become Yu Shang and others stationed in Xiao Cao's office, and these people meet together every day to discuss their views on the case. As soon as Yu Shang saw him today, he patted his shoulder and asked:

"It's useless to say anything else, brother, you are really blessed in this life. ”

"What blessing do I have, stinky tofu. ”

Xiao An looked at Yu Yue with an inexplicable look on the side, and he didn't know what subtext he was silently planning in his heart, in short, with a disdainful expression, he also said in a mixed voice:

"Okay, don't be dissatisfied, we have to see what level we are. There are some big beauties in this company, but there is a beautiful woman who has been won by you. I also wonder what the general manager likes about you. Hey, I'm going to have such a period of peach blossom luck someday!"

As he spoke, Xiao An secretly glanced at Cao Qingqing, who was lying on the desk writing. Qingqing was so focused on doing her own thing that she didn't pay any attention to what the three of them said and did.

Yu Yue saw these two people talking to herself sarcastically and sarcastically, and felt that it was very meaningless. He wanted to pull the topic to the right path, but he didn't want this Yu Shang to be endless, so he had to continue to drag it up.