"Brother-in-law, get closer......"

When Luo Qingzhou was about to read, the girl lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes again, and said in a low voice.

After saying that, his face became more and more red.

Luo Qingzhou knew that she was afraid that others would hear it, so she didn't think much about it, took a few steps closer, and lowered her head beside her.

Song Ruyue, who was sitting on the side, glanced at it, her lips moved, but she still held back.

She pricked up her ears.

Tang Jiasong, who was standing two steps away, his face was stiff, and he was about to raise his steps to get closer to see Miss Qin Er's pretty face flushed, and when the jade hand was writing, Luo Qingzhou suddenly moved his steps sideways, and directly pushed him outside with his back.

Tang Jiasong: "??? ”

Song Ruyue glanced at it, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Brother-in-law, you can read ......"

Qin Weimo could feel the hot breath he exhaled, falling on his face, so warm.

For some reason, whenever the boy approached her, she felt that her cold body was suddenly bathed in the warm sunlight, which was extremely comfortable.

"The Fang shook off the ...... of Duxuanyan"

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and read softly.

Qin Weimo came back to his senses, his eyes lit up, his bare hand dipped in ink, and he was about to put down his pen, Luo Qingzhou hurriedly said, "Slow." ”

Qin Weimo was stunned when he heard this, raised his head, and looked at him suspiciously.

Because the two of them were too close, this one looked up, and the two of them were facing each other, close at hand.

Qin Weimo's eyes were like water, sparkling, and even the roots of his ears were red now, but he didn't take away his red pretty face and gaze.

"Ahem......"

Song Ruyue on the side gritted her teeth and scolded: "Write quickly!" ”

Qin Weimo lowered his head and clenched the pen in his hand, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

Luo Qingzhou was thinking.

He remembered the scene in the small courtyard in the evening, the plum blossoms at sunset, the beauty like flowers, and the melancholy eyes and words of Miss Qin Er.

"Brother-in-law, you say, this arrogant cold plum has survived the winter, but withered in the spring of a hundred flowers, should I be happy or sad?"

Did she think of herself?

Luo Qingzhou was in a trance for a moment, calmed down, his eyes flashed, and he read in a low voice: "Wind and rain send spring back, flying snow welcomes spring to ......"

Qin Weimo put down the pen and lightly hooked his hands.

The small characters are beautiful and introverted, and they have a graceful and beautiful temperament.

"It's already a cliff full of ice, and there are still flowers and branches."

The girl's hand trembled and continued to fall into the ink.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her words, glanced at her pretty face that was still flushed, and continued to read: ""Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring." ”

The girl paused, dipped her pen in ink, and continued to write with her head down, her eyelashes drooping and trembling slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, with a silent beauty.

Song Ruyue, who was sitting next to her, didn't know when, her body was already close to her body, her ears were almost on her face, and her eyes were firmly fixed on her pen and ink on snow-white rice paper.

"Brother-in-law...... Anything else? ”

When the girl finished writing, her little hands trembled slightly, and her eyes were still staring at the tip of her pen.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her weak appearance and whispered the last sentence: "When the mountains are full of flowers, she laughs in the bushes." ”

The girl clenched the pen in her hand, and after a few seconds, Fang trembled and dropped the pen, and her eyes gradually fogged.

She knew why her brother-in-law suddenly had to change words.

My brother-in-law must have thought of what she said when she was in the courtyard before.

There was a sense of depression in those words, hesitation about the future, disappointment in oneself, and even despair......

And the word "brother-in-law" is to answer her previous words and encourage her.

Even if there are hundreds of ice ridges on the county cliffs, in the face of such a grand and cold winter scene, the plum blossoms are still a standout, proudly upright, and beautiful and blooming......

"Pretty doesn't compete for spring, only reports spring. When the mountains were full of flowers, she laughed in the bushes. ”

Spring is coming.

The world is full of soft and warm atmosphere, and the cliff is finally full of flowers, a gorgeous one.

And once in the cold winter wind and snow, the plum blossoms that stand tall and proud, but without the slightest jealousy and the meaning of contending, in the blooming flowers, quietly and quietly hidden in the splendid spring......

It has its seasons.

Even if it was lonely, silent, and unappreciated, it was her own world.

Her beauty, embellished with that paleness; Her fragrance added the most beautiful breath to that lonely season......

The season was more beautiful because of her.

So, what's so sad about her?

At least she existed, bloomed, beautiful, stronger than others, and deserved more praise......

"I'll see."

The girl was looking at the pen and ink on the paper, and when there were tears in her eyes, Song Ruyue on the side took the rice paper on the table and looked at it again.

"Not yet named."

Song Ruyue put the paper back on the table and said with a cold face: "Just write a name." ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and heard the words in her heart: [It's okay to write mine, I'm not afraid of being famous]

Luo Qingzhou: "......"

Qin Weimo groaned for a while, and wrote the title: Luomo.

Then, he wrote down the word card and the question: Bu Operator Yongmei.

Then he raised his head and said softly, "Brother-in-law, is it okay?" ”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at it and nodded, "Yes." ”

Song Ruyue on the side frowned, her pretty face was flat, and she sneered: "Luomo, Luomo...... Hehe, do you think I'm blind or illiterate? And when I don't exist? ”

Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, then you say, what is the best name to write?" ”

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, turned her face and said, "How do I know?" You ask him. ”

Qin Weimo looked at Luo Qingzhou with a helpless expression.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the unhappy mother-in-law, stretched out his hand, took the pen from Miss Qin Er's hand, crossed out the two words "falling ink", and rewrote two words in the font of Miss Qin Er: Yuemo.

Song Ruyue glanced at it with slanted eyes, turned her face away, looked out the window, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly.

Qin Weimo held back a smile, picked up the rice paper and said, "Mother, look at this name, is it okay?" ”

"Hmph, whatever you write, what does it have to do with me."

After Song Ruyue finished speaking with a cold face, she immediately urged: "Hurry up and take it, the time is almost up." ”

It seems that they are afraid that they will change again.

Zhu'er hurriedly came over and reached out to take it.

Tang Jiasong, who was stopped behind by Luo Qingzhou, hurriedly said, "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, can you take a look at it below?" ”

Qin Weimo smiled slightly, and generously handed him the rice paper.

Song Ruyue glanced at her, her eyes flickering.

Tang Jiasong took it with both hands, lowered his head and stared, looking at it seriously.

At first, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, thinking that no matter what the poem was, he would find fault and comment on it, but when he finished reading it, he suddenly fell silent.

"By the way, Jiasong, didn't you just say that you also made a song? There's pen and ink here, write it down, let's take a look at it first, and then send it in. ”

Song Ruyue suddenly said with a smile on her face.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, and secretly wondered in his heart: Why does this mother-in-law look a little black-bellied? Why does it seem that she is deliberately teasing and beating this guy who is called "Jia Baoyu" by her?

When Tang Jiasong heard this, his expression suddenly froze, and his face was red.

The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, he lowered his head, returned the words in his hand, and said with an embarrassed face: "Aunt Song, under the ...... In the next poem, I suddenly remembered that there are still some flaws, so I won't take it out for the time being......"

Pearls took the rice paper in his hand and walked quickly towards the Oiran on the stage who was collecting the work.

"Oh."

Song Ruyue said "oh", and she didn't force it anymore, she still said with a smile on her face: "It's okay, then when you revise it, just write it to me when the time comes." ”

Tang Jiasong's face stiffened, he didn't dare to raise his head, and arched his hand: "Well, Jiasong must work hard to revise it." ”

Who knew that Song Ruyue added another sentence: "Don't worry, just revise it slowly." I believe that with Jiasong's talent, the revised work must be better than that of my son-in-law. Hmph, this kid didn't think about it for a while, and he didn't type the draft, so he read it out casually in one breath, and he didn't change a word, he didn't have any respect for the work! Compared with Jiasong, you are 108,000 miles behind! ”

As soon as these words came out, Tang Jiasong's face became even stiffer, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he was suddenly embarrassed, where did he dare to stay, and hurriedly bowed his hand with a red face: "Song ...... Aunt Song, that, I still have friends over there, I'll go say hello first, and come back later. ”

Song Ruyue said with a smile: "Go ahead, there will be a second scene later, I believe you will definitely be able to make better poems." ”

Tang Jiasong didn't dare to reply again, blushing, and hurriedly retreated.

After he walked away, the smile on Song Ruyue's face gradually disappeared, and her face sank.

Qin Weimo glanced at her and said suspiciously, "Mother, are you ...... You don't seem to like that Tang Gongzi suddenly? ”

When Song Ruyue heard this, she rolled her eyes: "What do you mean that I suddenly don't like that Tang Gongzi?" Did I ever like him? ”

Qin Weimo was stunned for a moment, and said weakly: "Yesterday, my mother was full of praise for him......

Song Ruyue snorted coldly and said angrily: "I didn't!" You heard it wrong! ”

Qin Weimo: "......"

After a while, Song Ruyue Fang said with a cold face: "That person can't do it, Weimo, don't see him again in the future, and don't talk to him anymore." Hmph, your Aunt Zhang is unreliable, who is introduced, the poor clank bell in the family doesn't say, and she loves to brag. And that sneaky look, at first glance he is not a good person. ”

When Qin Weimo heard this, he looked curious: "Mother, where is Tang Gongzi sneaky?" ”

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and said, "Eyes, appearance, demeanor, temperament." Tell you, my mother has seen a lot of guys who like to pretend, one thing in front of him, one thing behind his back, he looks like a good person on the surface than anyone else, and he does all the bad things in secret. When I saw him today, it was not pleasing to my eyes, this is my mother's intuition. Mother's intuition has always been right. Don't worry, your mother won't push you into the fire pit. ”

Luo Qingzhou listened beside him, and secretly said in his heart, this mother-in-law has two brushes, and she is not a stupid woman who can only be narcissistic and arrogant.

Qin Weimo blinked suddenly, and said in a low voice: "Mother, can you see your brother-in-law?" What kind of person do you think your brother-in-law is? ”

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, glanced at the young man next to her, rolled her eyes, and only said two words: "Stupid!" ”

Qin Weimo bit her pink lip, chuckled lowly, and peeked at the young man beside him again, her beautiful eyes were rippling, and she didn't dare to speak again.

Not much.

Suddenly, the voice of Oiran Maii came from the stage: "Everyone, be quiet, this first poetry competition, the results have come out." However, for the sake of fairness and in order to convince everyone, the top three works have not yet been finalized. After the little girl reads out these three works, you can evaluate them, and if you feel that the ranking is inappropriate, the seniors will renegotiate the comments. ”

As soon as these words came out, the hall that was still noisy just now immediately fell silent.

Oiran held three pieces of rice paper in her hand, smiled coquettishly, and looked at the first one first.

Everyone in the audience, holding their breath, their eyes burning, secretly looking forward to it, among them are their own works.

Qin Weimo was not worried at all.

She turned her head, looked at the young man beside her, her eyes moved, and she asked in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, is it good-looking?" ”

Luo Qingzhou had to withdraw his gaze from looking at the stage, looked at her and said, "It's not good-looking." ”

The corners of Qin Weimo's mouth showed a playful color, as if he was smiling: "What Weimo is asking...... Micro ink itself. Brother-in-law thinks, isn't Weimo good-looking? ”

Before Luo Qingzhou could answer, there was a sudden "cough" sound next to him.

Song Ruyue had a cold face and glared at him.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to speak again.

At this time, the Oiran on the stage had already begun to read out the first song.

"Yongmei."

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