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It was nearly noon, and the crowd in the streets was thinning, and most of the people who had come out to set up their stalls had left, except for a young and thin man standing alone on the corner.

The wind blows the sycamore on the side of the road, the wind is the warm fragrance of flowers, blowing the rice paper on his desk, in the sound of the rustling, with the fluttering green clothes flying together, in the warm fragrance and a little ink fragrance, quite a bit of the beauty of the world.

Zhou Zhiqing approached him step by step.

The man curled up with his arms folded, sitting in a daze. His eyes are like spring water, revealing a clear and innocent light, he is a naïve student who does not understand the world and does not understand the world.

Hearing the movement, he slowly raised his head, with a sincere smile on his face: "Do you want to write a letter to your family?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned, he twitched his body, the smile on his face disappeared, revealing an awe-inspiring look of hidden ice and snow, and his eyes immediately drooped, as if he saw not a cardamom girl like a flower and jade, but a tiger and snake scorpion.

Zhou Zhiqing stood in front of him and said crisply: "Yes, I want to write a letter to my family." Han Gongzi, I don't know how much it is? ”

Han Qu didn't expect that after so long, Zhou Zhiqing came to fight again, and couldn't help but be angry and angry, he was an upright person, he turned his head, and said angrily: "The girl on Tuesday is also a person who knows how to read and write, why make fun of Han?" Your home is in the capital, and your relatives are within easy reach, what kind of family letter do you need to write? ”

Zhou Zhiqing couldn't help laughing.

Yes, what he said was simple and straightforward, but it exhausted her sorrow. Home is in the capital, and her relatives are close at hand, but she can't even see her face, how sad.

Han Qu became more and more annoyed by her laughter, and simply cleaned up the booksstand. With her here, don't expect his business to be done again, just count him unlucky, he will come out tomorrow.

A bamboo-patterned green purse embroidered with spring flowers smashed heavily on the bookcase, and Han Qu quickly retracted his hand. Under the melon field and plums, he couldn't even look at the purse, how could he let it touch him.

He gasped and said, "What is the girl going to do on Tuesday?" Business trading, pay attention to fairness and justice, children are not bullied. ”

Zhou Zhiqing interrupted him impatiently and said, "I want to write a letter to my family, two letters, is this bit of silver enough?" ”

Han Qu was stubborn and came up, he raised his head sharply and said, "I won't write any family ...... for you" He was stunned. Although more than two months have passed, Zhou Zhiqing is already very different. Although Han Qu is sloppy, he can still argue about the makeup of the girl's family and the woman's family, the last time she was entangled, Zhou Zhiqing was still a carefree, a little arrogant and willful little girl, but now she has pretended to be a woman.

Look at her eyebrows, the former sunshine and brightness have quietly disappeared, and the corners of her eyes are slightly worried.

Han Qu couldn't help but stammer: "You, why did you become like this?" ”

Zhou Zhiqing pulled up a bench, not too dirty, sat down straight, and said lazily: "Family letters, two letters." ”

Han Qu subconsciously responded, sat down, flattened the rice paper, and began to grind the ink, but suddenly figured out the cause and effect in his heart. In the past, I only knew that the Tuesday girl who was entangled with herself was the daughter of the cool official Zhou Pin, but she and the recent Zhou Pin were not put on death row, and the eldest lady of the Zhou family and her fiancé who had a marriage contract divorced and became a concubine by his wife, and the Tuesday girl was sent to the king of the banquet.

No wonder she wrote a letter to her family.

Although the family is in the capital, it is already close to the end of the world. Zhou Pin is in prison, she is a little girl's house, she must not be able to enter, her sister and mother have their own difficulties, she herself is like being in prison, how to see her?

Han Qu was soft-hearted, and once he had the greatest sympathy for Zhou Zhiqing, he even spoke in a much softer tone: "Who are you writing to?" What to write? ”

Zhou Zhiqing is not very sad, she does not have the habit of complaining about her suffering and others, and Han Qu has long lost her former freshness, she just really wants to write two family letters.

Zhou Zhiqing said: "You don't have to write the header and the payment, just write two words." ”

"Huh? Oh good. Han Qu was puzzled, if he didn't write his head, how could he know who to write to? If she doesn't write the payment, even if it is in the hands of the other party, she knows who sent it? But Zhou Zhiqing's tone, he subconsciously didn't think about denying it.

Zhou Zhiqing read softly: "The rain hit the pear blossom and closed the door, forgetting the youth, mistaking the youth." Who is happy to talk about? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon. Sorrowful gathering eyebrows, thousands of marks, 10,000 marks. Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds at dusk, and thinks about you when you walk, and thinks about you when you sit. ”

Han Qu's heart tightened when he heard this, and he glanced at Zhou Zhiqing suspiciously: "This, just write like this?" ”

Zhou Zhiqing nodded: "Yes." ”

It's not like a family letter, it's like, a love letter. This Tuesday girl is really ...... It's not orderly, it's really not worry-free.

Han Qu didn't dare to be amorous and thought that she was reading it on purpose, just to read it to herself, but in the end, a simple young man's heart was pounding, and he was a little trembling when he put pen to paper, and it was not until he was halfway through writing that this item stabilized. When she peeked at Zhou Zhiqing, her eyes were contemplative, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Han Qu put away the pen and said, "Okay." ”

Zhou Zhiqing raised his hand: "I'll take a look." ”

Han Qu's words are good, very muscular, Zhou Zhiqing nodded, put it aside, and read another poem: "A sound of sycamore leaves and a sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sorrow, the third watch returns to the dream after the third watch." The falling lights and chess were not collected, and the people of the Xinfeng Lonely Pavilion were stayed. Ten years on the pillow, the two elders in Jiangnan are worried, and they are all in their hearts. ”

Han Qu waved it, and Zhou Zhiqing picked it up as usual and looked at it, but he folded the undried ink casually, and even the one that Feng wrote before was torn to shreds.

Han Qu pricked her hands, and only came to say a "hey", knowing that she was used to being rude, she didn't dare to resist in the end, so she only glared angrily: "If the girl on Tuesday feels that what she wrote below is not to her liking, then please ask Gao Ming." ”

Zhou Zhiqing raised her hand casually, the scraps of paper were covered with a ball of ink, flying far away, her eyebrows were clear, like a delicate jade figure, and said: "I thought about it, the family letter you wrote can't be delivered at all, and they won't allow things with words to be delivered privately, so you can help me draw two portraits." ”

didn't give Han Qu a chance to refuse at all, immediately stood up, and said, "One portrait will be sent to the Zhou family, and one will be sent to the Chen family." Then he turned around and left.

Han Qu was stunned, jumped up and called her: "Hey, Tuesday girl, this silver is too much, and I can't use so much." After that, he regretted it again, obviously he didn't want to paint her, but he was smeared by the sorrow in her eyes, and his heart softened, and what he exported was not rejection, but vulgar things.

Shen Qingluo didn't stop, and only said: "Leave what you deserve, and ...... the rest Let's send it to the yard under the big locust tree on Changsheng Street. If you don't have a place to live, you can stay there. ”