Copying Buddhist scriptures is quite a boring thing in a certain sense, and the whole person is half lying on the table, copying and copying is a little dozing, and the brush in her hand pauses heavily with her movements on the white paper that has just written the first two sentences, and the whole mass of huge ink spots.

And the person who slept a little dazed even knocked his nose directly.

When he raised his head, he wrinkled his nose twice, and he didn't even open a slit in his eyes.

Chongze put down the pen to change the paper, turned his head to look at the paper she scrapped again, and moved his gaze to the tip of her nose standing with ink, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, picked up the pen and imitated her handwriting to make up the opening sentence, and carefully replaced the clean paper, putting the fallen brush aside.

When I withdrew my hand, I saw the ink stain on her nose, lined with her snow-white skin and pale pink lips, the heavy and deep black spots were particularly obvious, weirdly a little cute, but also eye-catching.5./books/41/41139/

The master of the rebirth.

Chongze stared at it for a while, pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and reached out to wipe it with some disgust.

He only moved twice, and then he opened his eyes in a daze, and the first action he did was to nail his eyes to the fingers he placed on the tip of her nose, as if pulling out a silk thread, tying his hand and wanting to move but couldn't leave.

"Chongze, if you do anything to me again, I won't be able to convince myself that you really don't like me at all."

She bent her eyes to look at the ink stained on the fingers that Chongze had withdrawn, and when she saw him get up and walk in a certain direction, she guessed what he was going to do, and turned around to face the back, "And Chongze, it seems that the hole on the edge of the fairy pond in your backyard that was smashed by me last time has not been repaired, are you waiting for me to repair it myself?" ”

She deliberately bit the word "personally", and her tone was jubilant, obviously eager to carry out the mention she had just made.

Chongze paused, resisted the idea of throwing her to "fill the hole" in the past, which suddenly appeared just now, and silently recited the heart mantra a few times before continuing to keep the pace of his feet and walk towards the backyard.

At first it was her voice, then her jade feet, and finally he tried his best to endure the former, and then suppressed and avoided the latter, and now he even said a word......

He soaked in the immortal pond for half an hour, but when he returned to the main hall, he saw Jing Hao, who naturally occupied half of his table, sitting on the cushion he was accustomed to, holding a jade cup that was exactly the same as him, bowing his head and taking a sip of tea, frowning because of the slightly bitter taste at the beginning of his mouth.

When he thought that there was just one more person around him, that person had already been entangled with him, and even had a greater and greater influence on him, but it was a little girl who should stand on a high place and act recklessly, not as dead and depressed as him, and even the tea in his mouth was bitter.

Perhaps, he should not have been soft-hearted from the beginning, and should have used more ruthless tricks than he did to those people to send away the man who made his heart flutter when he first met.

It won't be as reluctant as it is now.

Jing Hao had already noticed the person who stopped moving after entering the hall, held the brush and wrote the last few words, raised it and blew it seriously, turned around and handed it to Chongze with both hands.

"I reflected on it just now, you have to look good at Chongze."

The paper she used was quite large, and the words were few and large, and Shigezawa saw it all at the first glance.

"I like Chongze too much, but considering his endurance, I must be more subtle when I tease him in the future, anyway, he is shy and only has a red neck, and I can't see it at all if he doesn't pick up his clothes."

Later, in order to show his determination, he also drew a crooked dragon claw.

Chongze simply wanted to support his forehead □□.

But when I lowered my eyes, I saw Jing Hao, who was still sitting on the ground and looking at him with big eyes, with a sincere expression begging for praise, "Chongze, I reflect deeply, do I know you well enough?" ”

Chongze resisted the urge to hold his forehead again, and his tone was cold and he stopped looking at the things in her hand, "Too idle, copy Buddhist scriptures." ”

Jing Hao casually threw aside the piece of paper that was no longer in the eyes of others, raised his index finger and shook it at him, "You have to be sincere in copying Buddhist scriptures, I am not suitable for Buddhist scriptures, I am only suitable for writing love letters to you." ”

She remembered her "reflection" just now, and after teasing her, she accepted it when she saw it, and got up to take a bath in the fairy pond with the ink on her nose that had not been wiped clean.

When her back was about to disappear around the corner, Shigezawa, who was sitting in the hall, looked up, and when he retracted his gaze, he saw the word that was thrown on the ground casually.

Black and white, vicissitudes.