Quan Baolan's Chinese is not as bad as she imagined, and there are some special words that she can still understand. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For example: my lover, alone, in my heart.

"What is this poem about?" Quan Baolan's big eyes flashed, looking at Xu Yao curiously, those words had filled her heart with curiosity.

"This poem, a man's poem to himself, just whining." Xu Yao brought this matter directly without a trace, and said, "Let's practice daily conversations first." ”

"I know some." Quan Baolan interjected, "Hello, I love you! You've done a great job! Thank you very much......" Quan Bao Lan Zhong said that it was probably some words of thanks to the fans, and how it changed was only those few meanings.

"Ahem," Xu Yao coughed, "That's all your company's teachers teach you?" ”

Quan Baolan nodded innocently, "The company said that as long as you can say a few ordinary greetings, it would be fine, and as for other exchanges, there are interpreters." He pursed his lips and said seriously: "But we think this is too perfunctory for fans, so I and Ji-yeon came to you to learn." ”

"If you want to learn, then study hard and start from the basics." Xu Yao looked at Quan Baolan's serious face and said with a soft smile.

"Okay."

"Look at this syllable, read it with me, q~seven~" Xu Yao wrote a name of Quanbaolan, and marked the syllables on it one by one.

“q……”

"u~ (silt)"

“u”

"an~"

“an”

"q~u~an~, all."

"Circle~"

"No, it's two sounds, all~" Xu Yao's voice rose slightly.

"Quan~" Quan Baolan also raised his voice slightly, maybe he felt a little stupid, he couldn't help laughing, and pointed to the three big words on the paper that he didn't recognize: "Is this my name?"

"yes, didn't your teacher teach you to write your name?" Xu Yao was surprised.

"No, no~" Quan Baolan lowered his head embarrassedly.

"Huh~" Xu Yao covered his face, as if things would be more troublesome.

"Now, this is your name, Quanbaolan." Xu Yao made the name of Quanbaolan clear word by word.

"Quanbaolan~" Quanbaolan spoke broken Chinese and repeated with Xu Yao.

"All Sapphire Blue~"

"NE, all-sapphire blue."

"Would you like to try to write your name?" Xu Yao handed the pen and paper to Quan Baolan.

"Oh, good." Quan Baolan took it with some panic, pinched the pen, and secretly looked up at Xu Yao, before lowering his head and copying it seriously.

"This ......" Quan Baolan hadn't finished writing a word, but when she looked up, she found that Xu Yao was staring at her, her face was red, and the last stroke she wrote was directly set aside.

"You write yours, leave me alone." Xu Yao saw that Quan Baolan was directly out of state, and said.

"But don't stare at me like that, okay? I'm ...... "a little shy."

Xu Yao glanced at Quan Baolan, and said seriously: "Now that I'm a teacher, isn't it normal to see you write?" ”

It's normal, but I'm not normal!

Quan Baolan whispered in her heart, but she only glanced at Xu Yao twice, and continued to write her name on the paper one by one.

Although Quan Baolan's writing is a little crooked, it is her own name, so it is good to be able to recognize it, and there is no need to dwell on it so much.

"Yao, can you write your name?" Quan Baolan looked at the words he wrote helplessly, even if he didn't understand Chinese and calligraphy, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Quan Baolan didn't write well.

Quan Baolan handed the pen and paper to Xu Yao and motioned for him to write his name.

Xu Yao took the pen and paper, did not hesitate, and wrote his name on the paper with a pen.

Xu Yao's characters are not standard block letters, nor are they calligraphy, there is an elegant taste in it, it looks like a signature, but it is much better than a signature.

"How do you read this?" Quan Baolan pointed to Xu Yao's name and asked.

“xuyao。 This is the Chinese pronunciation of my name. ”

“xuyao。” Quan Baolan repeated seriously, and then continued: "Xuyao, Xu Yao." The voice became smaller and smaller, but the number of words became more and more, and this voice could only be heard by her alone, and the pronunciation of the name was deeply hidden in Quan Baolan's heart.

Quan Baolan has been silently reciting Xu Yao's name in the bottom of his heart, reading and reading, with an idiotic smile on his face.

"Ah Yao, can you help me copy the poem just now, I want to take it home and study it." Quan Baolan calmed down, looked at Xu Yao and asked softly.

"That poem just now?"

"Yes, it's mine... A small city. ”

"My heart is a city." Xu Yao corrected.

"My heart is a city." Quan Baolan spoke unfamiliar Chinese, and slowly said word by word.

"If you want to copy it, you may have to wait a while!" Xu Yao said with a smile.

Quan Baolan nodded lightly, and looked at Xu Yao carefully with his little head tilted on the side.

She found that the pear vortex on Xu Yao's left was a little deeper than the one on the right, and when she laughed, her eyes would also squint into the arc of a crescent moon.

Xu Yao's fingers holding the pen are very white and long, the knuckles are distinct, and the weather outside is very good, and the sun is shining down.

"Yao, you've been smiling a lot lately." Quan Baolan suddenly spoke.

"Is there one?" Xu Yao stopped his pen and raised his eyes slightly.

"Yes, have you met someone you like?" Quan Baolan guessed, pretending to be indifferent.

"Why do you ask?"

"You just say there is one, right?" Quanbao Blue was a little anxious.

"Not yet!"

Quan Baolan's little face secretly showed a smile, a little luck, a little joy.

It's a wonderful thing to like someone.

Because he said "I don't have someone I like", he divided a heart into two halves, half happy and half sad. I like him, so I hesitate to be careful and careful again and again, and every time the words condensed in my heart, although I have practiced hundreds of times alone, when I see him, I am still timid, and I still dare not say it.

Even if he felt that it was a romantic thing for him to hear these words.

Because I still have a little hope in my heart, I still love him.

Quan Baolan held her chin with both hands, looking at Xu Yao's eyes shining, her eyes were circulating, and her irrepressible joy was circling.

Maybe Quan Baolan likes him, she knows that she is making herself amorous, but she can't help but be amorous.

But even if it's just self-inflicted, he still loves him.

Because love and him are both beautiful things.

Loving or falling in love with someone is the most beautiful longing that hope, whether you say it or not, is hidden in your heart.

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