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Grace is the grace of rebirth in creation.

For this, how can Han Xian not like it, what others know, he doesn't know, don't he envy, every laugh he makes doesn't matter?

No.

The indifference in the mouth is just deception and comfort the heart of envy and jealousy.

I envy what others recognize.

I don't recognize it, I'm so jealous.

Now, from now on, I finally don't have to stand under the city gate to meditate hard, scratch my ears and scratch my cheeks in a daze, standing under the city gate, and what I think in my heart will not be déjà vu.

We've seen it.

I know you.

Every time I enter, the hanging words are like a blade that may fall at any time, and through the dark corridor, I feel that every inch of darkness in my eyes is making a mockery.

If you don't know a single word, you might as well die.

Passing by, when squeezing into the sun again.

I lived, by luck, and lived again.

From now on, you can hold your head high and step on every inch of darkness with great strides, because you know the words on the top of your head.

If you know each other, you will definitely not fall behind.

The sun was shining, squeezing in through the window behind Qingyi, hiding shadows on her pretty face, but the beauty in it really couldn't be hidden, this soft beauty made people feel the slightest trembling.

A pair of beautiful eyes is tender, tenderness like water.

With the guidance of the sun, these beautiful eyes fell on Han Xian's face, and the smile floated, of course, because of the joy of the heart, and of course this joy came from Han Xian, and stayed.

The inexplicable sadness was immediately suppressed by this joy into the corner of my heart.

Han Xian was approaching, this approach was a three-step jump, and the sunlight jumped over him and fell on his smiling face.

In the light of the sun, he is like a homecoming man in the dust, like a reunion after a long absence.

He's back.

People are infatuated in it, and people are intoxicated in their own hearts.

With the sunshine, Han Xian quickly ran to Qingyi's side, and when he arrived, his body stood very straight, without a playful smile on his face.

He bowed very respectfully and said, "Meet the master." ”

This gift was accepted by Qingyi.

The grace of literacy is great.

This gift, Han Xian deserves it

The great literacy grace should be a salute.

But this gift broke into Qingyi's heart, and it was indeed the winter wind that disturbed a pool of spring water, turning out the embarrassment of the boss, and blushing sideways in the sun.

The dream of intoxication was forcibly extinguished by the 'Master Li', he was so ruthless.

"Whew. ”

Qing Yi exhaled a long breath of burning heat in her mouth, when she was begging to remove the embarrassment, she moved her hand lightly, so as to introduce Han Xian to a magnificent and very rigorous magical place.

Magic pen, magic paper, magic inkstone, magic ink.

Han Xian looked at the magic that Qingyi was placing in front of him, his face was full of joy and laughter, and his heart was full of crazy words: "I'm going to know them soon." But the body really doesn't dare to act rashly, there is no doubt that the heart is roaring, and there is a bottom line.

It is very clear that the magic in front of you is solemn, and you must be careful to treat them.

But it's really a joy to be happier.

Han Xian's joy was completely exposed.

"Hehe~~. ”

For Han Xian's forbearance and joy of sitting upright and squeaking, the look on Qingyi's face blossomed, and the embarrassment of speculation also dissipated, and he said: "Learn words, Mr. Duyan, don't be a master." ”

"Oh. ”

Scratching his head in embarrassment, Han first swallowed an 'oh' word.

"Teng. ”

The abrupt Han Xian seemed to have been touched by lightning, and stood up with a 'Teng' sound, sat down on the small stool in shock, and was even more shocked Qingyi had questions on his face.

"Meet the sir. ”

Bend down, bow, and be respectful to ninety degrees.

"Giggle~~~. ”

Qingyi's face was laughing and trembling, and even the haze in her pupils was immediately shocked by laughter, she waved her hand lightly, and said in a Confucian style: "Student, get up." ”

"Whew. ”

Han Xian let out a long breath in his mouth, and he didn't dare to look at Mr. Qingyi's face, and he didn't dare to sit down at this moment, after all, Mr. Jiaozi was still standing.

Xiu's hand was raised, and Qingyi picked up the pen on the table and held it.

"Whew~. ”

Breathing, Qingyi is like brewing, taking deep breaths, what is this breathing? Of course, it is to suppress the pain of the 'devouring poison'.

Every moment it is tormenting, it is torturing itself with every word, it is torturing itself with every movement.

But all this fell in Han Xian's eyes?

It really seems to be a kind of majesty that should be.

For this solemn and solemn appearance, how dare Han Xian disturb it, and wait for Mr. Qingyi to write magically.

Moved.

Qing Yi picked up the pen and danced on the soft white paper.

'Han Xian. ’

It's so beautiful.

These two big characters in Qingyi's pen dragon and snake dance black lead fell on the soft white paper, Han Xian held his breath and concentrated on the careful solemnity, although Qingyi's word 'Han Xian' was written, but in Han Xian's mind, he was still copying the traces of the dragon flying and phoenix dance over and over again.

Inky black like a dragon, painting soft white.

"Huh~~. ”

Qing Yibei gritted her teeth, although the words were written, but there was no trace of joy on her face, and her eyes fell on the inky black paper, and there was a trace of annoyance.

Why?

This is because she is not satisfied with herself, why is she not satisfied, because in her opinion, the word 'Han Xian' on the paper is too ugly, and she can and should write better.

Of course, she could write better, but at the moment, under the torment of 'devouring poison', she can't do it.

When she was secretly annoyed, Qing Yi thought that she knew that she couldn't do better at the moment, and she couldn't help but want to give up another day, but when her eyes fell on Han Xian's pious face, she really changed her mind.

"Do you know?"

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian's face had a knowing smile, and his eyes fell on Qingyi's face with excitement, and he said with great confidence and joy: "I recognize, this is my name." ”

"Han Xian. ”

I'm so happy, I think I'm named.

"Oh. ”

Qing Yi replied lightly, nodded with a smile, handed the pen in her hand to Han Xian, and said, "You write it and I'll take a look." ”

"Okay. ”

Eager to try, I really want to try.

I have long imagined in my mind the boldness and elegance of writing with a pen.

The blush of excitement prompted Han Xian to take the slender brush and grasp it in his hand, but when the excitement landed on the paper, he was really sluggish.

That's a blank slate.

This blank is so holy, so holy that Han Xian can't bear to tarnish it.

"Whew~~. ”

Han Xian was learning to take the same deep breath as Qing Yi, there was no pain in his heart, no injuries on his body, why did he do this? This is of course to suppress the sentence in his heart, 'This rod is more difficult to hold than a knife shaft.' ’

Holding a knife is to kill people, but how can holding a pen be so much like self-cutting?

Hold.

Death has to be held, this is an opportunity.

The fists were clenched tightly, his expression was concentrated, and when his eyes fell on the white paper, he found that it was indeed not holy, but a hollow, and this hollow was devouring himself.

Fear?

Han Xian said strongly that he was not afraid, and in his mind, he still recalled Qingyi's pen over and over again, thinking and thinking that his memory was blurred.

"First, you take it like this. ”

It's embarrassing.

In fact, whether Han Xian took a deep breath or forcibly concentrated, he was wrong at the beginning, and this was bound to not have a good ending.

Han Xian and Qingyi are such a good gentleman.

There is no doubt that Qingyi found a mistake in Han Xian's panic and has been teaching by hand.

"Uh. ”

The pen didn't hold it, and it just fell to the ground.

The corners of his mouth are twitching, and his feet are busy contributing to the mess of his hands, this is really too slender, this is so slender that the swimming fish is silky, it can be said that Han Xian's hand holding the weapon can be tightly held at any fit to prevent it from falling.

But now, it's really slippery.

A piece of white paper, the words are not one, and it is indeed low in ink and pockmarked black.

From beginning to end, Qingyi was steadily holding her palm to demonstrate Han Xian's imitation, and did not let go of the pen in her hand, and did hand to hand in hand and stick to each other.

Maybe this is because he is worried about the pride in Han Xian's heart, or maybe he is taking care of the shame in his heart.

Han is learning first, and he is working hard to learn.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian chuckled to cover up his panic, but the panic of breathing could not be changed, one face was covered with fine sweat, and his eyes did fall on Qingyi's face with joy, although it was to make a speech, but this look was indeed roaring thousands of times.

"I did. ”

This is the first step, and the next step is not far off.

Sure enough, it was done in one go, Han Xian's posture was sufficient, he bent down, pressed the pen, fell, and wrote a mess crookedly on the paper full of pockmarks, and the joy instantly turned red to the root of his ears.

His eyes were wide open, and he didn't dare to look at Qingyi's expression.

This is a primary school student, this is afraid, afraid that Mr. will raise the ruler and beat himself severely, this word is too ugly, this word is not only too ugly, but too unlike.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian was impressed in his heart, he really had to say that this slender pen was more difficult to control than a strong knife.

"Very good, you keep practicing. ”

This is a very good gentleman, Qingyi saw Han Xian's self-blame, and even more saw Han Xian's efforts, and couldn't help but encourage him softly.

There is affirmation, and the heart is stable and self-contained.

Han first collected the color pencil in the fall.

Again and again, and again and again.

I don't know how many 'Han Xian' ran over the paper, and Qing Yi on the side watched Han Xian concentrate on the side from beginning to end.

People are smart, and words are learning to be smart.

The people in the pen are much more beautiful, and Han Xian can't help but become addicted to this beauty.

Concentrate on writing non-stop.

The passage of time is happy for some people, but it is quite painful for others, and even if it is soaked in honey, it cannot change the essence.

When I was quiet, the pain of being crushed in my heart was knocking again and again, and the haze in Qingyi's eyes was getting heavier and heavier, this silence was devouring herself, and she needed to break it too much.

"First. ”

When Qingyi called her name, she had already picked up a pen and wrote the word 'first' under the paper.

"Hmm. ”

Han Xian didn't raise his mouth and agreed.

"Do you know what that means?" asked Qingyi.

Mr. asked how he dared not to pay attention, stopped his pen and his eyes fell on the paper, and he whispered in his mouth: "First," what does it mean, Han Xian smiled, how can he know this.

"Sir, do you know?"

Qingyi had a soft smile on her face, and said two words in her mouth: "Han Xian, Han Xian." There was a little contemplation in his expression, and a little boast in his expression for a long time.

Said: "First, the first of all, should be the first in the world." ”

"Heh~. ”

Laughing words break the face and scatter doubts.

A head is full of crazy thoughts: 'I am the boss of the Han family, so I am the first, I am determined to be excellent, so I am the first, Han first, Han first, the word 'first' is the first. ’

One first, the first.

Han first thought like crazy, and at this moment, Qing Yiyi quickly wrote two words on the paper, "First, do you know?"

Madness was interrupted, Han Xian hurriedly moved his gaze to the paper, smiled awkwardly on his face, and said embarrassedly: "Sir, I don't know." ’

"Hehe~. ”

Qingyi smiled and said, "You learn to practice first, and I'll tell you later." ”

Although the road is not familiar, Han Xian's car is light, and after a few times, the words in the pen have a bit of appearance, at least so that others can recognize what it is.

Qing Yi stood silently on his side.

But every stroke is watching, and every stroke is written by Han Xian seriously.

"Sir, can you tell me what this word is?" The doubts were getting heavier and heavier under the superposition of the words in the pen, and Han Xian couldn't help but ask.

"Qingyi. ”

"Sir?"

"Qingyi. ”

"Huh. ”

Han Xian smiled, Han Xian smiled and said that he understood, and said: "It turns out that this is Mr.'s name, Qingyi, Qingyi, so beautiful, good name." ”

"Do you know what that means?"

Qingyi looked at Han Xian and asked with a smile.

"Uh~~. ”

Joy instantly created embarrassment, and there was no doubt that Han Xian deeply didn't understand these two words.

What is Sunny?

What is it?

Qingyi's eyes drifted out of the window, and said thoughtfully: "Qing, this word was taken by my father, he said that although it is a daughter, it should be stronger than a man, Qing, and the sun." ”

The 'devouring poison' in the body has been silent from beginning to end, this strength is not comparable to that of men, and the word 'sunny' is the word 'sunny'.

"And what about Yi?"

Han Xian hurriedly asked.

The abrupt Qingyi's face showed a shyness, a little silence, and said: "It is determined by the mother, she said that the daughter's family is the daughter's family." ”

Why?

Where is the daughter's home, where is the home?

Birth and adoptive parents are home.

Return with the son.

It's home

Of course, Han Xian was just listening, how could he understand, a hint of joy flashed in his abrupt eyes, and he almost jumped up and said, "Sir, you teach me to write the word 'Rongruo'." ”

Why did he like it, and why did he learn these two words?

The sunlight outside the window slowly moved away from Qingyi's body, and the haze in her eyes hit her fragile face like waves, and even stubbornness couldn't suppress the slightest trembling body.

"First, go back, I'm tired. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Han Xian, who was undoubtedly excited, finally saw his neglect from Qingyi's expression, and hurriedly saluted respectfully and agreed.

"First, you better call me Qingyi. ”

"Yes, Mr. Qingyi. ”

I don't understand, or Han Xian thinks that Mr. should need such respect.

The sun is dim, and the back is hidden behind the door.

He's gone, and he doesn't seem to be coming back.