There is no doubt that Yu Xiangrong thought that Jing Zhe was not from Jingzhou, and he just came here to do some things, and when he was done, he naturally had to leave.

Pengzhou... It must be far away...

For Yu Xiangrong, who has never even left the door, such a far place is equivalent to saying goodbye.

The originally brilliant peach blossom eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

Seeing this, Jing Zhe hurriedly said: "I want to be Rong, I just have something to leave Jingzhou, and I will come back!" ”

"Really?"

Yu Xiangrong said expectantly.

"Well, I'm going to Jinxi, and I'll be back when I'm done."

After finishing speaking, I wanted to tease her: "Why, you don't think that I won't come back if I'm gone, reluctant, right?" ”

I thought that with the temperament of Yu Xiangrong, she would definitely be ashamed to speak at this time, but where did she think that she was extremely bold at this moment, although she didn't speak, she nodded firmly.

At the same time, he asked, "You called me... Want to look? ”

"Hmm... Yes, we can be regarded as acquaintances, I heard Yu Guogong call you that, why, can't you? ”

"But, I'm older than you..."

Yu Xiangrong tilted his head, didn't say yes, didn't say no, just said this.

"Well, yes."

Jing Zhe nodded, "But I just want to make you want to be Rong!" ”

“……”

Yu Xiangrong's small mouth was slightly open, his face was a little dull, and he didn't know what to say.

"By the way, which section of this newspaper do you like the most? Monkey Story? ”

Jing Zhe diverted the topic at the right time.

Hearing the newspaper, Yu Xiangrong regained his previous vigor and said with a smile: "I like it all, the story of the monkey is also very good, but my favorite... It's still that poem! ”

Then he thought to himself: "You can see each other at a glance, and one step is like a heavy city... That's nice! ”

After finishing speaking, I didn't forget to add: "However, it's not as good as the one you wrote to me..."

“……”

It seems that a woman loves to compare, even if she is as delicate as she wants to look, it is no exception.

"Really? Since you like it, I can write you a few more in the future, okay? ”

"Okay!"

Looking at Yu Xiangrong's cheerful appearance, which was similar to the previous delicate appearance, Jing Zhe felt extremely satisfied.

……

Next, Jing Zhe "checked" whether Yu Xiangrong's calligraphy had grown, and when he saw Yu Xiangrong's current writing, he was surprised.

Seeing this, Yu Xiangrong was a little nervous: "What's wrong, Son?" Is it not well written? ”

"It's not bad, it's great!"

Jing Zhe came back to his senses and praised: "How did you grow so fast in such a short period of time?" ”

In fact, calligraphy is about perseverance, and calligraphy is similar to martial arts, you have to practice from an early age, and once you form your own writing style, it is difficult to change.

Like Yu Xiangrong, she has been writing for many years, and Jing Zhe just left her a word, and she doesn't have much expectation of any breakthrough she can make.

However, the handwriting she writes now is indeed different from the original, although there are still many gaps with what he wrote, and she is finally getting closer.

Yu Xiangrong blushed, and his peach blossom eyes were shining with starlight.

"I just... Compared to Childe's handwriting, I have only written it for a long time..."

After listening to this, Jing Zhe walked to the stone table, opened the newspaper pressed on it, and was startled by the thick stack of [Water Tune Song Head] below, it was only a few days of hard work, and she wrote so much?

It can be imagined that Yu Xiangrong wakes up every day and comes here to write, the cycle is repeated, monotonous and boring, Jing Zhe is a little sad.

"You're just going to write this song?"

Yu Xiangrong nodded, "Hmm... I don't think there's anything else I can write about! ”

"Otherwise, you can write a story!"

Jing Zhe thought for a moment and said.

"Story?"

Yu Xiangrong's eyes brightened, "Is it the same story as the story of the monkey in the newspaper?" ”

However, he shook his head again: "But that kind of story, I can't think of it!" ”

"Don't think about it, I'll tell you, how about you write it down in your own words when the time comes?"

Yu Xiangrong has lived a monotonous life for more than 20 years, and if he hadn't come over, she would have been monotonous.

So Jing Zhe wants her to have something to do by herself, so that her future life will be full of color.

"Okay, what's the story?"

Yu Xiangrong asked curiously, his eyes full of anticipation.

Of course, what Jing Zhe is going to tell her can't be a mythical story like Journey to the West, not a story like the Water Margin or the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

The two came to the stone table and sat down, and Jing Zhe spoke.

Sure enough, Yu Xiangrong was deeply attracted when she heard this story, she felt a little sorry for Lin Daiyu's delicate temperament, and at the same time surprised by Wang Xifeng's pungent and bold style, as well as the completely different lives of the various characters in the story.

After listening for a while, Yu Xiangrong took the initiative to say: "Childe can really let Xiangrong write this story?" ”

"yes, would you like to write?"

"Yes!"

Yu Xiangrong nodded hurriedly, she loved this story very much, she always felt that every character in this story was vivid and real, if she could record them all with her own pen, how happy would it be?

At this moment, she even had the feeling that she now seemed to love the story more than the poetry.

Jing Zhe originally meant this, firstly, Yu Xiangrong had something to do even at home, and it would not be too boring, and secondly, if this story was written, not only could it be used as the content of the entertainment section of the newspaper, but Yu Xiangrong could also get the name of a talented woman because of it.

When the time comes, who will dare to call her stupid? Say she's naïve?

Although Jing Zhe thinks that she is very cute, it is enough to be coquettish in front of him!

Yu Xiangrong is still very serious about this plan, and after talking to Jing Zhe, she lay on the table and wrote a book, for fear that those stories would be forgotten, and from time to time she would ask Jing Zhe, is it okay to write like this here, and is it okay to say this there.

"I want to be there."

Jing Zhe smiled: "Since you wrote this story, it's yours, as for what you want to write the characters in the story, you don't need to ask me anymore." ”

Yu Xiangrong nodded as if he didn't understand and continued to write.

What followed was a long quiet time.

The sun in the yard is warm, a few bird calls come from time to time, the breeze blows from the faint body fragrance on Xiangrong's body, and there is only the sound of the brush touching the rice paper in his ears, and Jing Zhe just sits on the chair, looking at this quiet and tranquil scene, and does not feel bored.

I don't know how long it took, Yu Xiangrong stopped writing, stretched her waist, and found Jing Zhe sitting next to her quietly watching her on the side of her body, and her face suddenly turned red.

"Childe..."

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