The scarlet incense burned one-fifth, and in the curling white smoke, Zhu Ping'an was concentrating on splashing ink.

Zhu Ping'an writes very attentively, which is also his habit, every bit of pen and ink, every detail of every line.

The wedding dress on Zhu Ping'an's body and the wedding dress on Li Shu are a set, a big red cross-collared wide-sleeved robe, the collar and cuffs are embroidered with gold threads to make a wide edge of the wedding pattern, a black gold-inlaid belt around the waist, and jade pendants and sachets are hanging down, which looks very luxurious.

This set of clothes added a bit of luxury to the ordinary-looking Zhu Ping'an, and the concentration of splashing ink added connotation to him.

In this way, he is both inside and outside, and he is a humble gentleman.

A few girls guarding the second entrance looked at Zhu Ping'an, who was splashing ink, and chattered quietly. What kind of uncle is so handsome in writing; What uncle is so gentle, he treats pen and ink so gently; What kind of uncle is like a general, holding a pen like holding a gun, indomitable, decisive and resolute, without modifying a single place

In the girl's chirping, Zhu Ping'an put down the last stroke, gently lifted the pen, paused lightly, and then lifted the pen back, and then put the brush back on the pen stand.

"Okay, there are a few people who will pass it on on your behalf." After Zhu Ping'an put back the brush, he arched his hand and said to the girls guarding the door.

"It's so fast."

"The incense has only been burning for a short time."

A girl opened her mouth wide, she only saw Zhu Ping'an close her eyes and think for a while, then opened her eyes and splashed ink, and then before she could say a few words to her little sister, she saw Zhu Ping'an finish writing, and couldn't help but grow her small mouth in surprise.

"That's it?" There was a little girl who looked surprised.

"It's written so fast, if you don't write well, you won't be able to get in." The little girl kindly reminded Zhu Ping'an, "It's still early, my uncle can think about it again, if it is sent to Miss, it won't be changed." ”

"No need, thanks for the reminder." Zhu Ping'an shook his head nonchalantly.

"Yes, my uncle is the champion." The little girl nodded, suddenly realized, and then went to watch and pack up the paper written by Zhu Ping'an.

"Ah, my uncle's handwriting is really good."

At first sight, seeing Zhu Ping'an's pen and ink, several little girls lit up their eyes and were full of praise, although most of them were illiterate, but they could generally see the quality of the words, anyway, they had never seen a better word than Zhu Ping'an's writing.

Among these girls, two of them are literate, and they took the opportunity to clean up Zhu Ping'an's pen and ink, and took the opportunity to read Zhu Ping'an's pen and ink.

"Huh?" When they saw Zhu Ping'an's first sentence, the two girls opened their mouths wide.

Then read on

Before the big mouth was closed, the little face gradually turned red, and then became more and more red, and after reading Zhu Ping'an's pen and ink, the faces of the two girls were as red as monkey butts.

"What's wrong?" Seeing this, the other girls on the side asked curiously, they regretted not reading and learning words together at this time.

"No, nothing." The two girls shook their heads, and some words were unspeakable, "Let's go and give it to Miss." ”

After about a minute or so, the door of the cave room was knocked open by the personal girl guarding the door, and then a piece of paper was handed in.

"Miss, Miss, Uncle has written it so quickly." After the little girl took the paper from the door, she came to the delicate girl upside down, and handed the paper to the beautiful girl like a treasure.

"What's the use of writing quickly." The delicate girl pursed her lips disapprovingly, but the slender jade hand took the paper without hesitation.

After taking the paper, the delicate girl's eyes were as black as ink, and she couldn't wait to fall on the paper, and the pen and ink on the paper appeared in the girl's eyes without reservation:

You see or don't see me, and there I am, not sad or happy; If you read me, or don't read me, the love is there, and it doesn't come or go;

You love, or you don't love me, love is there, not increasing or decreasing; If you follow, or not, my hand is in your hand, and I will not give up;

Come into my arms,

or

Let me dwell in your heart.

silently, in love;

Silence, joy.

After the delicate girl saw the pen and ink, she first opened her mouth slightly, and was a little surprised by this style of writing that was different from the poetry and song of this era.

You see or don't see me, I'm there, not sad or happy

"What are you dragging?"

After the delicate girl saw the first sentence of the pen and ink, she couldn't help pursing her cherry lips and snorted. What do you mean, what are you dragging, you're not outside the door, what's the matter with me! See or not, don't be sad or happy, then you just stay outside the door for the rest of your life!

As she looked down, the delicate girl's expression became richer and richer, pouting her small mouth and rolling her eyes, but her pretty face was getting redder and redder, and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

You read it, or you don't miss me, the love is there, don't come and don't think about beauty, which one misses you!

You love, or you don't love me, love is there, no increase or decrease who loves you, self-inflicted!

Come to my arms, or, let me live in your heart, why are you so domineering, why do you either come to your arms or let you live in someone's heart?! It's really shameless, who wants to come to your arms, so I don't want you to live in my heart!

What kind of love, love, how can this bad guy write so straightforwardly, but how can this bad guy write into people's hearts

This pen and ink was completely unexpected by the delicate girl. The poems and songs she had seen before were all subtle, and suddenly such an unrestrained and somewhat domineering modern poem came to her heart, which was quite unreasonable and went straight to her thoughts and touched her heart.

The impact of such a song on her is beyond imagination.

This feeling is a bit like a modern innocent little girl suddenly hearing the old driver Zhang Yu's sentence "You come up, you don't come up, I come up".

In the eyes of the delicate girl, the poem seems to be a love.

It seems that Zhu Ping'an stood in front of her and announced: You see me or not, you miss me or not, you love me or not, it doesn't matter if you follow me or not, from today on, we are married, love, affection, exists. Either you come to my arms, or I go to your heart, and we love each other and rejoice.

It's so domineering.

At least, that's how the delicate girl feels.

Perhaps, every girl has a domineering president dream in her heart, whether it is modern or ancient, whether it is strong or weak.

Anyway, seeing such a pen and ink, a stone that has been hanging in the heart of the delicate girl has fallen to the ground. Although I got engaged and became a parent, I was always worried in my heart. But now it's okay, the stinky toad has no objection to marriage, and still loves and rejoices.

"Miss, let my uncle enter the second door?" The little girl asked.

"Come in." The delicate girl pursed her lips, "How dare I let my mother-in-law not want to see me." (To be continued.) )