[Benefits?What benefits?]

[I'll know when I see it!Wow!I'm terrible, I'm going to drool.] 】

[Is it a JQ video?]

[This benevolent brother, take a step to speak. 】

[I'm poof, you're enough, don't blame me for not reminding, don't regret it for three years. 】

[My little heart is tickled, don't say it, I'll take a look. 】

[Go together, go together.] 】

For a while, the barrage cleaned up a lot.

Seeing that the barrage had decreased, Bai Pujia rolled her eyes at him, and said angrily: "It's all your fault, you hooked all the fans of the mourning family." ”

"The minister is guilty. Ma Yinuo bowed his head, looking very frightened.

"Poof, forget it!" Bai Pujia smiled, smiling brightly, but no matter how she looked at it, she seemed to be a fox spirit who wanted to seduce a man.

"Hey, what do you have on Weibo?" asked Bai Pujia with a smile.

It's so big.

"Some photos and videos from the past!" After a while, the content in Weibo appeared one after another, all of which were some life photos and stills taken during his time in school. At that time, he was young, carefree, and an incomparably sunny boy, women wanted it, and men looked greedy......

Although he is not old now, he can never get back to his original appearance.

"Yes! I'll see. Bai Pujia hadn't read his Weibo for a long time, and it was rare that the atmosphere was suitable, so he opened his Weibo.

As soon as Weibo was opened, the avatar was a man and a woman smiling face to face. The boy is Ma Yinuo in his early twenties, with a three-seven-point hairstyle, black and thick hair, which will cover his eyebrows and a bright smile, and the girl is Hu Die.

Hu Die in the photo has long black and soft hair, a sweet face, and a warm smile in her eyes.

Although Hu Die is not more beautiful than her, Bai Pujia has to admit that if a man is asked to choose someone to be his wife between her and Hu Die, 99% of men will choose Hu Die.

And she...... I'm afraid I want her to be a canary even more!

Different women have different fates after all.

Bai Pujia pulled down Weibo, most of them are Ma Yinuo's life photos and stills, and a small number of photos with Hu Die, of course, there are also hers, but the text description is completely different.

Hu Die's photos are all 'dear', 'sweetheart' and 'baby', and she ......

Have dinner with your buddies today, play basketball with your buddies today, and sing with your buddies today......

It's too much, she's also a good woman.

Bai Pujia suddenly glanced at him with some resentment.

"Huh?" Ma Yinuo was inexplicable.

"No, no. Suddenly feeling that it was not worth being angry, Bai Pujia sighed: "Maybe it's old! ”

"Come on!" Ma Yinuo scolded with a smile: "You are 'a young man who doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried about giving new words'." ”

"Huh!?" Bai Pujia looked at him in surprise when he landed with phoenix eyes.

"You...... What do you want?" Ma Yinuo covered his chest with his hands, his face full of vigilance: "Don't mess around, this son is not a performer." ”

Bai Pujia rolled her eyes when she landed: "Don't talk nonsense." After a pause, a smile reappeared: "The two sentences just now are really good, new work?"

"......" pondered for a moment, and Ma Yinuo nodded: "A little understanding, it hasn't been announced yet." ”

"What is the whole poem?" Bai Pujia's eyes lit up.

"It's not poetry, it's words. ”

"Words?" Bai Pujia blinked, got up and said, "Wait a minute." ”

[What did the goddess of Pujia do?]

[Won't it be looking for pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and ask Brother Ma to leave Mobao, right?]

[Tut-tut, nine times out of ten. I didn't expect Brother Xiao Ma to be so talented, and the two sentences just now were too good: the young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he is worried about the new words. Isn't that what it's all about!]

[I just said that Brother Xiao Ma is not simple, he is really a young talent, no wonder it will make the goddess Pujia crazy. 】

[What is crazy about it, that is called knowing Mu Shaoai!]

[I poof! I know that Shaoai is a teenager, not a girl. 】

[That's the Sichun girl, poof!]

[Hahaha, upstairs, beware of the goddess Pujia hitting you. 】

[I can understand Sister Pujia, if it's me, I'll definitely revolve around Brother Pony every day. There are handsome men in the world, and there are many talented men, but handsome and talented men are rare, and they can't let go when they encounter ironclad. 】

[It's a pity!Brother Xiao Ma is a family man, so I can't let the goddess of Pujia bow down and be small!]

[It's not Miss Everyone, what are you afraid of for a man like Brother Xiaoma, if you change me, I can't ask for it!]

[Hey, Brother Xiao Ma is good, but too many women are not good for the kidneys, at this time, you need a perfect pill, hello, hello, everyone. 】

[The sudden sassy advertisement flashed Lao Tzu's male dog waist. 】

[Phew!A bunch of rough bastards. 】

[Hey, hey, I've printed a lot of jade photos of Little Ma, and I'm going to stick all the jade photos of Little Pony on the head of the bed tonight, hugging the quilt. 】

[I'll go, sisters upstairs, what's the point of just looking at the photos, please call me if you need actual combat, free door-to-door service, hand and mouth, spring breeze and rain. 】

[The old driver departs, and the minor please avoid. ] 】

[Sister, take a step to speak.] 】

[Is there a high-definition uncensored?]

[Poof~ You guys are enough! Don't teach bad little pot friends. 】

Ma Yinuo looked at the barrage happily, the content of the barrage in this world is relatively similar to another world, and many Internet terms are also very close, but it will not make him too unfamiliar.

"Little Pony, come. "Zhenglehe, the voice of Ma Susu came, which shocked Ma Yinuo and all the male tigers who were watching the live broadcast, and their kidneys were drained.

[Oh my god! The numb and crispy tone of the goddess Pujia is so seductive that the buddy almost wets the crotch of his pants. 】

[This kind of honey-like numbness, my hands are already hungry and thirsty. 】

[I didn't say anything, I went to find my wife to put out the fire. 】

[Don't the sky, be careful of chrysanthemum explosions. 】

[Oh~~~ You guys are so perverted. 】

Ma Yinuo turned his head to look at Bai Pujia, who was smiling and waving at him, and a sentence came to his mind: "Uncle is here to play!"

"What did you do in the past?" Seeing that Bai Pujia did not put out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, she took out a beautiful notebook and pen, and said, "Is it different to take it and write it!"

Bai Pujia pouted: "Okay! Let the fans take advantage of it today." ”

[I'll go, the goddess is so stingy that she doesn't even want to share her poems with us. 】

Of course, writing a romantic thing like poetry is the best for two people, and it is very generous to share it with us. 】

[That's it, the romance of girls, where do you stinky men understand. 】

[Upstairs, don't think that if you say that, I don't know you're a dead shemale, beware of exploding your chrysanthemum. 】

[Really good, little brother is coming! The slave family is waiting for you!]

【I'll go!】

[What I said upstairs, do you want to go or not? Chinese characters are really broad and profound!]

[Well, it's broad and profound. 】

[Tolerance is great. 】

[Intensive cultivation. 】

[The iron pestle is ground into an embroidery needle. 】

[Poof, you're enough. 】

Bai Pujia sat down again, handed him the pen, turned the notebook to the blank page, and said, "Write it here! ”

"It's all said, it's words. Ma Yinuo took off the cap of the pen, and the tip of the pen swiped on the belly of the index finger of his left hand, and the pen ink was thick.

The thumb smacked on the belly of the index finger, and was about to put down the pen, but Bai Pujia adjusted the position of the camera and was facing the notebook.

[Wow! The goddess Pujia is so considerate, so that you can see with your own eyes that Brother Xiaoma's new words come out. 】

[Uh-huh. 】

[Don't say it, watch Brother Pony write poems. 】

[It's a word.] 】

[Poetry is not separated, it is all the same. 】

[The same hammer.] 】

Quiet, Little Pony began to write. 】

The teenager doesn't know what it's like to be sad......

When Ma Yinuo wrote the first sentence, the barrage rioted again.

Brother Xiao Ma is not only talented, but even the words are so beautiful and perfect. 】

[It's really beautiful, but this font looks fresh, who knows what font it is?]

[I'm ashamed, I'm not a shallow learner, I haven't seen it. 】

[I haven't seen it either.] 】

[Me too.] 】

[Ask the great god to solve the doubts. 】

[This...... I've seen a lot of copybooks, but I've never seen this font!]

[Could it be that Brother Pony created it himself?]

[Self-created? Wow! That's amazing. 】

Not only did the barrage riot, but even Bai Pujia was surprised. I've known him for seven years, but I never knew he would write like this.

It seems that I still know too little about him.

Bai Pujia's phoenix eyes flashed.

……

People in this world really don't know the font used by Ma Yinuo, but it is very common in another time and space, that is, thin gold font.

But there is no Song Dynasty in this world at all, and even if Song Huizong was really born, he didn't know which mud-legged family he was reincarnated in, where he played with mud!

Although Ma Yinuo in another time and space is over forty years old and has achieved nothing, he has received training in calligraphy and painting since he was a child.

Among the many fonts, Ma Yinuo's favorite is the thin gold body, and he feels that it is very stylish to write, just like his life - the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

o(╥﹏╥)o

In the process of writing, Ma Yinuo noticed something unusual.

His handwriting, every stroke is more precise than in the past.

Those who have practiced writing know that even if the handwriting is already very good, but it will never be able to write two identical words, and there will eventually be subtle differences in horizontal and vertical lengths and folds, that is because people are not machines and cannot be exactly the same.

But now, in the process of writing, he finds that he has an incomparably precise level of control over his body muscles, like a precise typewriter, writing words like a notebook.

Could it be that the crossed golden finger is effective for the body in addition to the brain?

What a surprising new discovery.