In the summer, her big hand was dry but slightly cool, and she held a brush to write a word on white rice paper. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, yes, that's it, Xiao Ying'er wrote awesomely..."

The man's gentle voice suddenly sounded in his mind, but it disappeared in an instant, only the joy of being praised lingered in his heart over and over again, like eating toffee, which made people feel warm and satisfied.

But she never learned to use a brush like that......

Wu Qingqiu looked at the girl's side face, the girl looked out of the car, her pink face was slightly flushed against the background of the sunset, and the fine fluff on her cheeks scratched in his heart like a small brush.

He remembered the feeling the girl had just felt when she held him.

Boiling hot.

It's like it's burning to the heart.

But I don't want to let go.

What's wrong with him?

It's that Thousand Spirits who are playing tricks... Or is it himself?

The carriage stopped again in the wasteland after dark, and unlike where it had spent the night, it was not a pure wasteland, but rather a junction.

A T-shaped junction, on the roadless side was a large wasteland, on which there were two dilapidated houses, in front of which was a shed, in front of which was a tall, straight stick, with a rag tied to it, and two large characters on it.

Tea stalls.

It turned out that there was a river not far from the road, and a father and daughter went to fetch water every day and make some big bowls of tea to entertain passers-by.

As soon as the carriage stopped, the sunny sky couldn't wait to jump down.

She hurried to see if her brush was still there.

Before lifting the curtain of the demon and asking the car, Qing Tian made psychological preparations, after all, yesterday was the first time to see the demon ask to buy drunk, and today a person may not know what to drink.

But the demon question disappointed her, the carriage was neatly packed, the teapot was steaming, and the curtain of the carriage was just lifted to smell the rich aroma of tea.

The demon asked a fruit in one hand, and read the book with relish in the other.

Qingtian leaned over, "What are you looking at, the demon asked Childe?"

The demon asked and handed the book to her, "You should learn more on a rainy day, otherwise you will marry someone in the future..."

Before the demon asked, Xiao Yutian glared at him viciously, looking really fierce, the demon asked to shut up, and turned what he wanted to say into the motivation to eat the fruit.

A small Tianguo was eaten by him and ate the movement of eating melon seeds.

Qingtian sat down and really studied the "Longyang Eighteen Styles" seriously.

"Didn't you read this book a long time ago? Why are you still reading this book? Isn't it only eighteen formulas?" said Qingtian as he flipped through the pages.

The demon asked the movement of eating the fruit stopped, and lay down on the couch, the cat's lazy appearance was fully revealed, "Then I can't practice?

"Wow, you're still practicing?!"

The demon asked and didn't answer, but the look in his eyes clearly told Xiao Qingtian: Yes, you heard it right.

Qingtian shook his head with wide eyes, and looked down at the book again.

This calligraphy and painting is a bit simple, and you can barely see the human shape and the front and back, but compared to the time when Xiao Qingtian was watching the movie before, this is really nothing.

Even if it's a book with a serious science pose.

It happened to turn to a page.,The drawing on the book is quite complicated.,Sunny day on this page handed over to the demon question.。

"That son, your waist is flexible, give the little one a demonstration. ”

The demon asked and squinted at it, and sneered: "What is this? ”

Yes, cats are all able to shrink their bones, and just a posture is really nothing.

The more Qingtian thought about it, the more he felt that the demon asked this little guy to be...

Wonderful.

But in fact, she knows that although Youwen is a little girl, in his heart, this identity is just convenient for him to sleep with so many people. When it comes to picking up customers, the backyard boys have always had autonomy.

Looking at the demon asking disdainfully looking at the page that he was unwilling to demonstrate, Qingtian smiled, and then got down to business, "Have you packed up the carriage?"

Demon Wen frowned, "Brush?"

Qingtian nodded, "What Jiang Shui gave me is very important." ”

"There is no brush," the demon asked, getting up and opening the little drawer behind him, "but there is something strange." ”

Something weird?

Qingtian watched his movements, and she was shocked when she saw Youwen take out a ballpoint pen from a drawer.

How could a ballpoint pen come out of here?!

The barrel of the pen is transparent hard plastic, the tip of the pen is metal, and there is still half of the pen oil left in it.

I dragged the book of Longyang Eighteen Styles and drew it twice on the paper.

Can't write it.

Qingtian pinched the pen and shook it, but he still couldn't write, but he looked at the pen oil.

"Where did you find this?" asked Qingtian as he twisted the tip of his pen.

The demon asked and pointed to the ground: "It's in the carriage, I thought it was yours, so I put it away first." ”

I didn't unscrew it for a long time on a sunny day, and the barrel and cap of the pen seemed to be glued together. Shaking his mouth and puffing out his cheeks.

This thing... Could it be her brush?

Try?

Qingtian held the pen in his right hand and raised it in front of his eyes, and muttered in his mouth: "Change and change!"

The transparent pen barrel in his hand suddenly began to heat up, and Qingtian's eyes widened, but he didn't expect it to really change.

The barrel gradually turned red, then elongated, then blackened, and finally changed to the old gray and worn brush.

The demon asked to look at it, and he also looked surprised, and he forgot to eat the fruit in his hand.

Qingtian shook the brush in his hand and said, "Change, change." ”

The brush heats up, then shortens and finally becomes the previous ballpoint pen again.

Qingtian knocked the pen on the small table, lowered his head and took off the invisible bag on his waist, rummaging through it.

The marriage book doesn't look thick, but when you really open it, you realize that there are a lot of pages in it.

Qingtian spread the marriage book on the small table, glanced at it hurriedly, and saw that the contents were no different from before, so he didn't care anymore.

Pick up the ballpoint pen and turn to the table of contents.

Begin to write neatly.

Record Five.

Looking at the ordinary ballpoint pen written on it, it was red words, and those words even faintly glowed red, and after a few minutes, the red light slowly dimmed, and finally the words turned black that was no different from before.

If it can really be written, Qingtian pulled the demon question book and drew it twice, but it couldn't be written.

Back to the marriage book to write, record six.

Write it out.

Qingtian breathed a long sigh of relief, this is really a pair with the marriage book, and he can change his appearance according to his own ideas.

Not bad.

Sunny day was satisfied with the pen stuck into the marriage book, and the baby put the marriage book back into the invisible bag.

As soon as he raised his head, he met the demon's inquiring gaze.

Recently, during the exam week, I was so busy with QAQ