After being stunned for a long time, He Manzi asked in a daze: "Is this your father's?" In her opinion, it is impossible for young people nowadays to like these, let alone a young man like Zhang Xiaohu who looks hairy and frizzy, because it can be seen from the handwriting of the four treasures in the study and the living room that this person has been immersed in this for at least many years, and it is impossible for Zhang Xiaohu to do it!

Zhang Xiaohu smiled slightly, picked up the ink and gently grinded it.

He Manzi couldn't help laughing and said, "Alas, you can do it, I think these things are quite expensive, don't spoil these things!"

Zhang Xiaohu didn't answer, at this moment he seemed to be a different person, the lazy aura on his body suddenly disappeared, but burst out with an indescribable spirit, but that kind of preoccupied look had already impressed He Manzi, and she couldn't help but be dignified.

In a moment, the ink has been developed, Zhang Xiaohu picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, the so-called pen is full of ink, flowing water, and in a moment, a Tang poem jumped on the paper.

Zhang Xiaohu put down the pen, resumed his lazy smile, and looked at He Manzi with burning eyes, she was stunned at the moment, she couldn't imagine that Zhang Xiaohu still had this kind of ability, he was really undisguised, he looked casual, how many stories did he have?

"Now I don't doubt that I bought it, right?" Zhang Xiaohu said with a smile.

He Manzi ignored him, walked to the table and looked at the poem he wrote, which was a seven-character poem: Wan Ting is fifteen victorious to heavenly immortals, and Chang'e is a dry land lotus in the day. Where to teach parrot language, embroidery in front of the bed under the blue screen window.

After a while, He Manzi asked with great admiration: "Isn't this also what you did?"

"Oh, this is not, this is made by Bai Juyi, called "The Neighbor's Girl", I wrote it out when I thought of it, and it seems quite appropriate to describe you!"

He Manzi's face couldn't help but blush, although he didn't know much about poetry, but he also knew that this was a beautiful word, and he was praised by a man in person, and he was a little shy in addition to being proud.

The so-called "belly has poetry and books from China", at this moment, He Manzi looked at Zhang Xiaohu again, and there was an indescribable feeling, the smile was no longer lazy but chic, the eyes were no longer cunning but profound, and even the face became bright, I don't know if it was an illusion or what, at this moment, something in He Manzi's heart seemed to be touched.

"How about it, I'm going to write you a copy, I don't charge for it!" Zhang Xiaohu returned to his nonchalant appearance.

He Manzi smiled slightly and said, "Okay, you said that if I go to sell, will anyone buy it?"

"There should be people who buy it, but the price won't be too high!" Zhang Xiaohu said seriously.

Dr. He Manzi chuckled, turned around and walked out of the study, and at a glance, he saw Zhang Xiaohu's bedroom bedding stacked high and messy, and couldn't help but prank and said, "Can you please let me go to your bedroom to have a look?"

Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly took a step forward and tightened the bedroom door, and said embarrassedly: "Forget it, it's very messy inside!"

He Manzi didn't insist, turned around and walked towards the living room, and said as he walked: "So, can you ask the old man to buckle the button first?"

Zhang Xiaohu looked down, only to find that Zhang Lang had found Li Lang by mistake, and quickly buckled it with a red face.

"Boss Zhang, I'm here to give you a gift today, I hope to take more care of me next year!" He Manzi's frustration about giving a gift was finally vented here in Zhang Xiaohu.

Zhang Xiaohu smiled and said, "Can we use this relationship?"

"What is our relationship?" He Manzi asked rhetorically, looking at him with burning eyes.

Zhang Xiaohu scratched his head and said, "Well, this, friendship!"

He Manzi smiled and said, "The favor has been delivered, I'm going home!"

Zhang Xiaohu raised his wrist and looked at his watch and said, "Manzi, since you are here, now it's time to eat, how about giving me a chance to try my craft?"

"Hey, you really know how to cook?"

"Nonsense, you ate my dumplings for nothing last night?" Zhang Xiaohu was full of grievances.

"I thought you were bragging, but today I was impressed with you, even if you say that you can have a baby now, I'm not surprised!" He Manzi said exaggeratedly.

Zhang Xiaohu sighed helplessly and said, "Do you boast about people like you?"

He Manzi smiled "hehe" and said: "That's good, I'll be respectful and obey my fate, anyway, no one at home will take care of the food!"

"There is a computer in that bedroom, there are books on the shelf, there is a TV there, what do you like, I'll cook, it'll be fine in a while!" Zhang Xiaohu finished speaking, and went into the kitchen.

He Manzi thought about it, but turned around and went into the study, I don't know why, she inexplicably liked this place. Here, she will feel extremely relaxed, as if this is a paradise, all the ugliness of the world is isolated from the outside, as if the soul will be purified here, and all the bad things in the world will go away......

He Manzi gently opened the bookcase, the books inside were placed in a disorderly manner, and some were even thrown there casually, it is conceivable that Zhang Xiaohu often took these books to read, not to decorate the façade. It can be seen that Zhang Xiaohu has a wide range of subjects, calligraphy, seal carving, prose, history, everything, but more is classical literature. He Manzi took out a copy casually, sat on a chair and read it. In this quiet cabin, she suddenly had a feeling of happiness and satisfaction, the sound of spatulas colliding in the kitchen faintly came, He Manzi closed her eyes with satisfaction, if she can really have such a life in the future, then this life can be regarded as no regrets, her thoughts wandered endlessly......

The knock on the door of "Dangdang" disrupted He Manzi's thoughts, Zhang Xiaohu poked his head in, and said softly: "Beauty, it's time to eat!"

He Manzi smiled slightly, put down the book, and walked out of the study.

Seeing the table full of food, He Manzi was stunned, she didn't know much about calligraphy, but she still had a little bit of cooking skills. If it weren't for her personal experience, she would definitely say that Zhang Xiaohu was a takeaway, and the dishes on the table were full of color, flavor, and flavor, even the dishes in the restaurant were not too much!

He Manzi raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiaohu like an alien, he smiled embarrassedly and said, "Why are you looking at me so affectionately?"

He Manzi's face was full of seriousness, and he asked, "What else are you going to do?"

Zhang Xiaohu shook his head and sat down, and said proudly: "I'm like a treasure trove, I need you to slowly excavate it!"

"Phew, who's rare?"

Zhang Xiaohu poured a little red wine for He Manzi, then raised his glass and said: "Thank you for the beauty's coming, the humble house is full of brilliance, if you are willing to enjoy your face and make a toast, I am deeply honored to be in my later life!"

He Manzi smiled slightly, took a sip and said, "Alas, can you be serious, you remember, you still scolded me!"

Zhang Xiaohu's eyes immediately widened and shouted, "Didn't you say that the two don't owe each other?"

"Okay, write it off!" He Manzi then remembered that they had an agreement first.

Zhang Xiaohu suddenly leaned over mysteriously and asked, "Alas, how was that brother last night?"

He Manzi was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he was talking about Chen Peng, and couldn't help but smile and said: "I knelt all night, and I fell to the hospital this morning, and now it has disappeared, and I may be in Qingqing!"

Zhang Xiaohu added his tongue and said with great envy: "Alas, remove the dark clouds and see the sun!"

He Manzi nodded, but there was a sour feeling in his heart, but his mouth interrupted: "Alas, your craftsmanship is really good, delicious!"

"Eat more if it's delicious!" Zhang Xiaohu took another sip of wine and asked, "Manzi, why did you leave the hospital, and how did you become a medical representative?"

Speaking of this, He Manzi's eyes couldn't help but moisten, I don't know why, in the face of this friend who has known him for a short time and has had a holiday, He Manzi has a long-lost trust, and in the face of his sincere inquiry, she suddenly has an urge to vomit.

He Manzi sorted out the clues and told the past events one by one. From the breakup with Xiao Tianyang, to the reluctance to resign, to the fact that his mother was sick and could not borrow money, to finally becoming a medical representative, everything was said in detail. In the end, the grievances in her heart came up in one fell swoop, and her tears couldn't help but flow.

Zhang Xiaohu handed her a tissue, sighed and said: "Alas, there are many unsatisfactory things in the world, maybe it's a good thing for you to leave the hospital? As for your boyfriend, don't do it, he doesn't deserve your sadness, it's better to be like this now than to get married and then divorce!"

He Manzi shook his head and said: "You don't know, how much I have paid for this relationship, but it is such an ending, it is really ......" He Manzi couldn't go on.

Zhang Xiaohu sighed and said, "How do you know that I don't know, how do you know that I don't have the same story?"

He Manzi was taken aback and said, "Don't you ...... too?"