"Ah, writing a book?"

Xue Yingchun trembled when she heard this, walked to the side of the bed in the dark, touched He Changying's forehead and said, "He Changying, you can't have a burned brain, right?" Han Dagazi hit your leg socket, not your pig brain; Y-ah, why are you sweating so much on your face!"

Speaking of this, Xue Yingchun's voice also changed a little, and he hurriedly lit the oil lamp in the room with a fire sickle: "It can't be a broken bone, right?" But I don't have a problem touching it during the day? ”

What kind of sweat is there, it's all my brother's tears. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But He Changying really didn't have the face to say this, he said curtly: "It's not the thighs, it's that it's too hot in the house; Can you get me some pen and ink, I can't sleep and I have nothing to do, I want to write something. ”

"It's not hot, you can't sleep and want to write something? Giggle-"

Xue Yingchun still looked at He Changying's leg socket carefully, and saw that the original two thick buckets had disappeared a lot, and then turned his head to look at He Changying's 'giggle' and laughed wildly.

"What are you laughing at, is it so funny?"

He Changying was a little embarrassed by Xue Yingchun's smile, and asked unhappily.

"You can do it, He Changying, if you take off your official uniform and become a soldier, do you want to take the Xiucai exam? Giggle-"

Xue Yingchun's smile trembled: "I heard you brag before that you once went to Taixi with the elders of the clan, and you can speak a few words in foreign language, but I haven't heard that the test is in foreign language." ”

"It's not Kao Xiucai, it's not Yangwen, can you help me get it?"

He Changying was a little anxious.

"Help, why don't you help, I still want to see your words."

As he spoke, Xue Yingchun walked out of the room with a strange smile on his face.

Xue Yingchun rolled up his sleeves under the oil lamp, revealed his white slender hands, added water to the inkstone, twisted the exquisite ink with his orchid cardamom fingers, and began to grind the ink.

He Changying secretly tilted her head slightly, peeking at Xue Yingchun under the shadow of the lamp, elegant and peerless, like a lady who came out of an ancient picture scroll, which was fascinating.

"Red sleeves add fragrance, plain hand ink."

He Changying couldn't help but mumble in a low voice.

"Giggles, is our He Dacai still very pursuing? I'm just a stupid fire-burning girl, where do I dare to take on the 'red sleeves' and 'plain hands' of your great talent? ”

After grinding the ink, Xue Yingchun repaired the tip of the brush, and handed the Zihao pen to He Changying with a smile: "Please, He Dacai." ”

Xue Yingchun's successive shouts of 'talent' He Changying was a little weak-hearted, and he was loud, and it was the first time he wrote calligraphy.

He Changying thought about the pen holding posture of others she had seen in her memory, and firmly held the middle of Zihao's pen.

"Well, this posture is not bad, even if there is a pig hanging below, He Dacai, the brush in your hand can't fall off."

Xue Yingchun saw through He Changying's details at a glance, his clear eyes were full of smiles, and he stared at He Changying's pen with beautiful eyes, waiting for him to put down the pen.

"Go back and rest, what is the night of a lonely man and a widow in a room, and besides, it is not good for your reputation."

He Changying was stared at by Xue Yingchun's pair of bright eyes like black gems, and felt that her scalp was itching, and the purple pen couldn't fall like a thousand jun.

"Humph!"

As soon as he heard He Changying say this, Xue Yingchun's face immediately collapsed with a smile, and he snorted coldly with a cold and frosty face: "My reputation, He Changying, do I still have a reputation now, do you know how the people in the inn slander me in private?" Adulterer's fornication—"

"Alright, alright, I can't write it yet."

He Changying felt that the current Xue Yingchun was a big balloon full of hot air, which exploded when he poked it, and He Changying hurriedly wrote down his first stroke to the Manchu Empire.

Whoop.

Just writing these two simple words, He Changying sweated profusely again.

He Changying felt that his thinking seemed to be disconnected from the brush in his hand, gritted his teeth, his right hand trembled, and finally finished writing crookedly, the words were ugly than the graffiti of kindergarten children.

"Giggle-cluck-"

Xue Yingchun smiled suddenly, and lay on He Changying's back and trembled.

He Changying felt the woman's soft body on her back tremble like a swing, and the angry He Changying roared angrily:

"That's what I wrote, what? You're not convinced! ”

"Oh, no, no, no, what a talented man, you-oh, convinced, I really took it this time-, borrow your back, use it, my heart and liver hurt when I laughed, giggle-"

He Changying's face was depressed, thinking that who let this ghost place have no pens, and tomorrow he told the guys at the inn to take a look at the foreign store in Beitang to see if there were any pens for sale.

Xue Yingchun laughed for a while before he left He Changying's back with a red face and stood up, but he couldn't help but glance at He Changying's 'shout' again, and the 'clucking' was soft on He Changying's back.

"Xue Yingchun, are you still finished? If you want to laugh back to your own room, just laugh, don't delay my business! ”

He Changying's face really couldn't hold it, and he said angrily.

"Apologize, apologize, you wait, my stomach hurts, I'll laugh a little longer, giggle-"

Xue Yingchun's pair of big rabbits were flattened on He Changying's back, but neither she nor He Changying had the spirit to think of these fragrant and charming now.

Xue Yingchun lay on his stomach for a while, and finally pressed his little belly, his pretty face was pink, and he stood up again with tears in his eyes.

She snatched the Zihao pen from He Changying's hand, walked to the small table with the rice paper spread on the bed and sat down, turned her head and said to He Changying with a smile: "You say, I write." ”

He Changying thought about it, and finally acquiesced to her no, and said:

Preface

"If an iron house is windowless and indestructible, and there are many sleeping people in it, who will soon suffocate to death, but go from slumber to death, and do not feel the sorrow of death. Do you think you are worthy of the cry of the more sober men, and the irremediable suffering of this unfortunate few? ”

"But since a few people have risen, you can't say that there is no hope of destroying this iron house."

"Yes, though I have my own convictions, yet when it comes to hope, it cannot be erased, for hope is in the future, and it must not be convincing to his so-called possibility."

"So there is this "Scream", this scream, I don't know if I can wake up a few perverse heretics in this sleepy old empire, shout with me, and fight with me; In order to wake up the sleeping people and recast my Chinese blood. ”

With He Changying's words, rows of delicate thin gold body small blocks appeared on the snow-white rice paper.

He Changying said while Xue Yingchun wrote, and after writing this paragraph, Xue Yingchun frowned and said, "What are you writing here, I can't understand it?" ”

"Hehe, it's just some stupid talk, stupid talk, crazy talk that is destined to be useless; Here's a rhyme for the battle, said Young China. ”

He Changying thought about it and said slowly:

The Taixi people call me China, one is called the boss empire, and the other is called the boss empire. Alack! What is the boss of China? An Zhi said: Evil! What a word! What a word! There is a young China in my mind. ――

It was night, in this small inn in Beitang, Jinmenwei, like a soybean oil lamp that had not been extinguished for a long time.

The "Young China Says" in the preface of this "The Scream" was soon transmitted to China and even to the corners of Chinese people around the world.

The immortal feats of He Changying after him have made countless hot-blooded young people join him, grow up together, fight together, shed blood, work hard, and struggle for that beautiful young China.