The flowers under the bamboo fall full moon, and the woman is as charming as a woman. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I only saw my daughter's family looking at it, looking forward to it, and smiling smartly.

Mu Ran had to be alone.

Shi Muran probably never thought that in the world, there are really men who are as warm as warm tea, and the slightest bit flows into his heart.

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"Miss, let's go back quickly, in case the master finds out, you will be punished again." Xiaohui's hand clutched Shi Muran's sleeve tightly, and her voice almost cried.

Shi Muran took his eyes off the lively bazaar, and looked at Xiaohui with water in his eyes: "Let's stay for a while, I've been in the market for a long time, just for a while, Dad won't find out." ”

After speaking, he took Xiaohui by the hand, didn't listen to what she was going to say next, and went straight to the place where there was a lot of people.

Xiaohui frowned, and could only follow her own young lady.

"Xiaohui, look, is this hairpin good-looking?" Shi Muran squeezed into front of a stall with a large number of people, his eyes full of light.

With his hand raised, Mu Ran held a wooden hairpin with a very simple style.

Xiaohui was so crowded by the crowd that she could barely stand on her feet, she only raised her eyes for a moment, then looked down at Miss's feet carefully to prevent them from being stepped on by others, and said very casually: "Good-looking." ”

Shi Muran's eyes were even more excited, and when he saw that Xiaohui also said that it was good-looking, he immediately took out two taels of silver from the bag and handed it to the stall owner: "Oh, I want this." ”

The stall owner was an elderly woman, and she originally thought that Shi Muran's dress must be a lady's show, but now she took out two taels of silver, and she was even more surprised: "Girl, you have money, the old woman is here, you can't find it......"

Shi Muran tilted his head, his eyes were full of doubts, his jewelry had always been purchased from Xiaoxiang Pavilion, and it would cost dozens of taels at every turn, but the old woman in front of her said that she couldn't find it, and she had been calculating it for a long time, but she didn't understand what kind of account it was.

Seeing that Shi Muran's delicate little face was full of doubts, the old woman raised a warm smile: "Girl, this hairpin is for you." It was evident that the little girl did like it, and the old woman's heart warmed and she said such things.

As she spoke, she had already stuffed the hairpin she had put down back into Shi Muran's hand, and with a light push, Shi Muran had already taken several steps back, and the crowd behind quickly rushed up, blocking her vision.

After being stunned for a long time, Shi Muran reacted, his face full of anxiety: "Xiaohui, that lady confiscated my silver!" ”

Xiaohui was also stunned for a moment, and then comforted: "Auntie likes Miss, this hairpin is hand-carved at a glance, and it is all heart!" ”

"But......" Shi Muran felt full of guilt in his heart at the moment, as if he had done something wrong.

Xiaohui blinked her eyes and smiled: "Miss, the eldest lady doesn't want silver, let's buy something else and give it to her when we return home." ”

Shi Muran pouted, turned around and looked at the stall buried by the crowd, frowned, and nodded in agreement.

The footsteps did not stop, and the two women had already left the unhappiness of Taifufu behind, and kept looking at this and that, full of novelty in their eyes.

It wasn't until he walked to a calligraphy and painting shop that Shi Muran's footsteps stopped: "Xiaohui, look." ”

Xiaohui already had a lot of snacks in her hands, and at this moment, she was eating a string of sugar gourds, and before she had swallowed all of them in her mouth, she hurriedly looked in the direction of the young lady's finger.

On the slightly dilapidated plaque, there are three big characters written on the calligraphy and painting shop.

With a snort, Xiaohui already laughed: "Miss, this shop is called a calligraphy and painting shop." ”

Shi Muran also had a faint smile on his face, the name of the store was really interesting: "Let's go, go in and have a look." ”

As he spoke, he had already stepped in.

The calligraphy and painting shop is not big, and there are very few people, and there is a hollow carved table of eight immortals at the entrance, each hollow place is inserted with a brush, and there is a red note of ink characters hanging at the end of the pen, and the silver taels of the brush are written on each other.

On the left side of the shop, there is an extremely long pear blossom table, and all kinds of study materials are placed one by one, and the faint fragrance of ink is also dispersed.

On the right side of the store, a shopkeeper-like figure is leaning against the counter and taking a nap, knocking his head again and again.

In the innermost part, a small table was set up, and a man in a light-colored linen suit was writing something with his head down.

Shi Muran looked at them one by one, and finally stopped in front of the man's table.

"If you are alone and desolate, you don't ask, and you can't let the spring breeze blow." Looking down at what the man had written, Shi Muran read softly.

When the last stroke fell, Lu Lang raised his head, and it was also that moment, Shi Muran tilted his head, and the shallow appearance of his eyebrows and eyes fell deeply in his heart.

After a trance in his heart, Lu Lang came back to his senses and nodded respectfully: "Girl, do you want to write on your behalf?" ”

Shi Muran's eyes looked at Lu Lang from the paper, only to feel as if something had been hammered in his heart, and the man in front of him, with a warm smile, was something he had never seen before, like a refreshing warm tea, which slowly flowed into his heart.

Shi Muran was distracted for a long time, his eyes looked at Lu Lang in a daze, Lu Lang didn't say much, his eyes were warm, and he looked at Shi Muran with a smile.

Behind her, Xiaohui saw that her young lady hadn't answered the child's question for a long time, so she had to quietly pull her sleeve and whispered, "Miss? ”

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Shi Muran looked away, hurriedly brushed the hair around his ears, and looked a little ashamed: "No... No. I see, Childe's method is peculiar, and it seems to be different from the average ghostwriter, so I'm a little curious, so I'll take a look. ”

Lu Lang's expression changed suddenly, his eyes fell, but in his words, he was still gentle and respectful, listened carefully, and was a little helpless: "My family was rich for a while, and I invited Mr. to teach, so I also inherited Mr.'s penmanship." At the end, the tone seemed to be even more helpless, "It's a pity that many people can't recognize it." And the last thing I didn't say was that no one came to me to ghostwrite.

Shi Muran's eyebrows curled, and Yan Yan smiled: "I think that this method of the son is more charming and worthy of collection." ”

Shaking his head with a light smile, Lu Lang didn't say anything more, looked out, sighed lightly, and began to reach out and pick up the things on the table.

Shi Muran's footsteps didn't move, and he was puzzled: "Son, this is the stall?" ”

Lu Lang's movements did not stop, but he folded the rice paper on which the poems were written and handed it to Shi Muran: "It's rare for someone to be able to look at the contemptible words, so give this pair of words to Miss as a nostalgia." ”

Shi Muran took the paper and wanted to say something, but Lu Lang had already opened his mouth again: "I'm afraid no one will come to ask for ghostwriting today, so it's better to pack it up and go back earlier." In the tone, there was more and more helplessness.

Shi Muran's heart only wanted to stay with him for a while, and in just a moment, the words blurted out: "Childe, I ask for ghostwriting." ”

Lu Lang held the inkstone in his hand, his movements stopped suddenly, raised his head, and looked at the woman in front of him who was smiling as gentle as the moonlight, and his heart suddenly moved.

Slowly put down the inkstone again, took out the pen from the cloth bag again, and said with a very serious expression: "Girl, what do you want to write?" ”

Tilting his head and thinking for a while, the smile on the corner of Shi Muran's mouth became thicker: "Just write ......"

"Huh?"

"But ask for your heart to be like my heart, like words and poems to express my heartfelt feelings."

The pen that was about to fall suddenly stopped, Lu Lang raised his head sharply and looked at the woman in front of him again.

Shi Muran didn't say much, but the corners of her curved eyes told all her affection.

Who said that people in this world cannot be glanced at for ten thousand years.

Lu Lang used to write very quickly, but at this moment, these short fourteen words seem to have been written for a lifetime.

Gently picking up the paper and drying it carefully, Lu Lang handed the words to Shi Muran with both hands.

Xiaohui is young and can't see anything, so she just wants to pay money.

As soon as her hand reached for the money bag, Shi Muran's hand suddenly blocked her movements.

Turning around, he smiled at Lu Lang: "I came out in a hurry today, I didn't bring silver taels, I don't know, can I use this as collateral?" As he spoke, his hand was stretched out, and in the palm of his hand, there was a wooden hairpin given to him by his aunt before.

"Miss?" Xiaohui asked suspiciously, she obviously brought silver, why did she suddenly say that she didn't bring it?

Lu Lang smiled warmly, but he didn't make much of a false courtesy, and picked up the wooden hairpin directly: "I understand the girl's intentions." ”

"In that case, then make an appointment with Childe, so that I can pay off the silver taels." Shi Muran's heart felt warmer and warmer, and the smile on his face was accompanied by warmth, and he looked more and more delicate.

"Ten days later, how?"

"Ten days from now."

In this world, there are some people who, with just one glance, will understand who is their own person who is the one who

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"Mu Ran !!"

With a plop, Lu Lang was already kneeling beside the bed, looking at Shi Muran's pale face, full of self-blame.

Su Wushuang stood up, turned his back to Lu Lang, frowned in the direction of He Xiao and Du Weiwei, and finally, shook his head.

The hands under the sleeves were already tightly clenched, Du Weiwei only felt that his brain was congested at the moment, and he didn't know what to say, if it weren't for the cowardly man in front of him, Mu Ran, he wouldn't have become what he is now.

A big stride forward, Du Weiwei had tears in his eyes, but he said sharply: "Lu Lang, Mu Ran looks like this now, are you satisfied?!" ”

"Do you think she will be happy if you give up on her?!"

"If it weren't for your cowardice, how could Mu Ran lose his heart?!"

The three consecutive questions only made Lu Lang's original kneeling body lower even more, and his voice was full of crying: "No...... It's not like that......"

The anger in his heart became more and more rising, Du Weiwei took another step forward, his hand was already raised and ready to hit Lu Lang, behind him, He Xiao was extremely fast, hugged her, lowered his eyes, and shook his head silently at Du Weiwei.

Holding Mu Ran's hand stiffly, Lu Lang's head was buried extremely low, and he kept muttering, "Mu Ran...... Mu Ran...... Mu Ran ......"

Du Weiwei's body was already trembling, tears were in his eyes, and his hand was tightly grasping He Xiao's arm.

"Rokuro ......? You...... What are you crying about? The whispered words sounded, and everyone was startled, and they all looked at the place where the voice came from.

Shi Muran had already opened his eyes, looked at everyone suspiciously, and finally looked at Lu Lang: "Liulang, who are they......?" (To be continued.) )