Jiang Beichen glanced at the time for 2 minutes, which was enough.

Take away your hand, Zigui's face has returned to its original state.

"The situation of Mo Lele makes you have ideas. Jiang Beichen pulled Zigui to sit on the sofa and gave Zigui the milk that had already been boiled: "In this way, you drink this glass of milk first, and then go to rest and sleep." I'll wait for you to recuperate, and we'll talk again. ”

"Good. Zigui obediently drank the milk and quickly fell asleep.

In the face of the counselor, it is not only physical, mental and mental strength that is consumed.

Especially at the end, he also hypnotized Mo Lele.

Zigui was asleep, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already the beginning of the day.

It was Jiang Beichen, who was sitting not far away, holding a ...... in his hand

A thread-bound book.

He looked at it very seriously, and Zigui couldn't bear to disturb it.

A small orange lamp, under the lamp is a wine bottle, that kind of wine bottle is very special, Zigui can recognize it at a glance, that is the last time, when he was in the Jiang family's old house, Jiang Beichen drank it.

Smell the strong aroma of wine in the room.

This is the time

Little orange lantern book wine lover... No, it should be a beautiful man on the side.

It's beautiful.

Zigui looked a little infatuated, but he didn't know that he had already found out.

When she reacted, Jiang Beichen was already by her side, in front of her eyes.

"How did I make you so enthralled?" he said, his voice hoarse, bewitching, smiling.

She realized it later.

It's so embarrassing that it can drip blood when it's so blushing.

She glared at him, her eyes tinged with squeamishness.

He smiled heartily.

She lowered her head and glanced at the thread-bound book under the little orange lamp: "What book are you reading?"

"Mr. Jingjie. ”

Zigui chuckled, got out of bed and picked up the book directly: "You will enjoy it, drinking a little wine and reading Tao Yuanming's poems... Forehead ......"

This word......

Will Mao be a traditional character?

In front of her, she only recognized a few words, and she almost didn't know all the traditional characters.

But Zigui recognized "The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring": "In the Taiyuan of the Jin Dynasty, the people of Wuling fished for their business...... There are no miscellaneous trees in the mountains, the grass is delicious, the fallen flowers are colorful, and the fishermen are very different......"

She actually memorized the whole text.

However, she didn't know that this book was Jiang Beichen's manuscript, in which he mixed other contents, and some of the others were changed according to her own preferences.

Jiang Beichen, who was standing beside her, just looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

It seems that everything she says is right and good.

"Actually, I think it's best to pair your wine with Li Taibai's poems at this time. Zigui smiled.

Eyes looked around the room.

She saw pen, ink, paper, inkstone.

"I usually buy the finished ink, and I think it's a bit troublesome to use the inkstone. ”

"I'll help you. "Jiang Beichen grinds.

She turned her head to look at him, slender and even fingers, snow-white sleeves, and thick black ink.

It's beautiful: "Alas, why do you grind ink like a painting." And it's a very enjoyable look. Why do I always get black and irritable when I grind ink? ”

He chuckled, "Do you want to learn?" ”

He wrapped her in his arms: "Yes, take it like this, and use it evenly." ”

She held ink in her hand.

His hand was on hers, and he pushed her slowly.

"It is necessary to press and turn lightly, first slowly and then quickly, not acutely. The ink is coarse and uneven. ”

"Hmm. ”

"If you hear a rustling sound when grinding the ink, it means that the quality of the ink is not good, and it contains impurities or sand. It should be removed in time, otherwise the ink will be damaged and the inkstone will be damaged. ”

"Oh. ”

"Grind with water, never with boiling water or tea. Boiling water makes the stone swell by heat, which is easy to damage the inkstone and affect the ink. The use of tea will change the color of the ink and affect the effect of calligraphy and painting. ”

"Got it. ”

"Good ink, delicate and silent. Jiang Beichen looked at the amount of ink in the inkstone: "Okay, that's okay, what do you want to write." ”

She chuckled and turned to look at him, "Guess." ”

So close, eyes to eye.

It would be impossible to say that there are no strange feelings that arise.

It's just that Zigui ignores and ignores as much as possible.

But her heart was pounding.

He saw clearly and listened more clearly.

When the love came, he dropped a kiss.

Meticulous and warm, serious and delicate......

She was distracted and intoxicated.

He is still unsatisfied, like a child who is greedy for candy, and he does not forgive.

The thing of sanity has long been driven out of the house by love and desire at this moment.

Affection is like wine, drunk and I don't know where to go......

Jiang Beichen took a nap, Zigui had long since lost her sleepiness, she got out of his arms and got dressed.

In front of the table.

The ink grinds again, thinking about the kind of strength and attention he had taught before.

For the first time, she felt that grinding ink was also a pleasure.

Pen.

The pen is subordinate

Li Taibai's "Will Enter the Wine" in ancient times was lonely, and only the drinker left his name...... In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

Writing this, suddenly in her mind, an ancient man appeared, with a robe and wine jug, looking up to the sky and smiling.

Immediately re-lay the paper and replaced it with the smallest pen.

Usually she is used to drawing with pencils, which belongs to the sketch category.

For the first time, I drew a character with a brush.

My head is full of inspiration.

Her attention was unusually focused at the moment.

Soon, the desired picture was completely presented in front of me.

Finally, she dotted a stroke between the eyebrows of the man in the painting.

It is undoubtedly Jiang Beichen, and the red droplet-shaped mole between the eyebrows proves the identity of the person in the painting.

Zigui raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

The mobile phone rang, it was Jiang Beichen's phone.

Answered, there was an anxious business on the phone: "He Qianyun, passed away." ”

In a quiet environment, the sound in the mobile phone is undoubtedly amplified many times.

After Jiang Beichen heard the news, he subconsciously looked at Zigui.

An hour later, the hospital.

Qin Zheng had already cried into tears, and Zhou Tai was by his side.

"What about people?" Zigui looked at Qin Zheng anxiously.

Qin Zheng explained: "In the car accident, the person died on the way to the hospital. ”

"I want to see her. ”

Qin Zheng didn't speak.

Zhou Tai: "Wait a minute." ”

"Why. "Zigui doesn't understand.

"The wounds on her body..."Qin Zhen couldn't continue: "Wait for the doctor to treat the wounds on her body." ”

"I've informed his dad and should ......"

Before Zhou Tai's words were finished, Zigui immediately shouted: "Can't!"

“…… Why?" Zhou Tai didn't understand, and he returned to Jiang Beichen: "But, it's already been said." ”

"Uncle Ho has a serious heart condition, he, he, I'm worried. ”

“！！！”

The doctor came out: "Who is He Qianyun's family?"

"Me. Zigui replied, "I am her sister." ”

"Your sister did die in a car accident due to blood loss, and unfortunately there is nothing we can do about it. However, we found that she still had multiple scars on her body, and those scars were all new, at least within a week, and you will have to wait for the results of the examination. ”

"Hurt, how can there be an injury?"