"Are you here to learn calligraphy?" The owner of the calligraphy shop finally walked in from not far away, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looking rigid and serious.

"No, we want to borrow your brush and rice paper, write a letter, and ask you to frame it for me, is that okay?" Han Lie had a height advantage, and he had to look down at him when he spoke.

"I want to write a letter, a guest like you, this is the first time I've met it, I'm afraid it's hard to calculate the price." The owner of the calligraphy shop said with a sad frown.

Han Lie's thin lips pursed slightly: "Is it enough?" ”

A stack of bright red banknotes appeared in Han Lie's hand like a trick.

The calligraphy shop owner lowered his head, looked at the stack of big red banknotes in Han Lie's hand, and couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed, "So many? ”

"I don't have high requirements, because the letter I wrote will be treasured for many years, so I hope you can wait for my letter to dry before framing it, and try to choose the best material for me."

Han Lie wants to write a love letter to Mu Qing.

And this love letter, he hopes to be kept until the end of his life.

"Yes, yes, with your money, even if it is a gold frame, it has been made." The owner of the calligraphy shop nodded again and again, but was stunned by Han Lie's generous move.

Calligraphy shops have always made a little money.

He really hadn't seen such a large sum of money.

"Well, two letters, two boxes."

With that, Han Lie directly threw the stack of big red banknotes on the table on one side.

The owner of the calligraphy shop smiled and agreed, "Okay." ”

After saying that, he directly took all the money to the cashier and put it away.

At this time, Han Lie hugged Mu Qing and lifted her up: "Promise me, write me a love letter." ”

The corners of Mu Qing's lips hooked up a wicked smile: "Still expect me to write you a love letter?" Your dreams are exaggerated, aren't they? ”

Han Lie's sharp brows couldn't help but arouse a sense of dissatisfaction: "But it's very unfair for you to do this. After all, I'm going to write you love letters, but you only write to me? After that, if our children ask, how will you answer him about this unequal treatment? ”

Mu Qing squinted at Han Lie and replied arrogantly: "Snort, tell him directly." Who told you to love me a little more? ”

This answer is full marks.

Because Han Lie was speechless for a moment.

A few minutes later.

The owner of the calligraphy shop took Han Lie and Mu Qing upstairs.

It turns out that the place where this calligraphy shop really expresses calligraphy is upstairs.

The empty second floor, without any movement, is quiet and makes people feel involuntarily happy.

On two tabletops not far away, two rectangular sheets of white rice paper are laid out on the tabletop.

"Ink, pen, paper, I'm all ready for the two of you. Write right here. Once you've written it, stay upstairs and I'll take care of it for you when the ink is dry. The owner of the calligraphy shop said to Han Lie and Mu Qing with a smile.

After speaking, he turned around and walked downstairs, his voice getting farther and farther away: "Just call me if you have something, and I will guide the children downstairs to learn calligraphy." ”

After the owner of the calligraphy shop left.

Han Lie and Mu Qing each came to a table.

Han Lie had just picked up the brush, and at that moment, the momentum on his body was exhausted, and under the light, there was peace on his deep and handsome face carved out like a knife and an axe.

He held a brush in his hand and wrote his love for Mu Qing on rice paper wantonly-

Treat one person for life.

Love you, don't look down on age.

And don't stop because of any obstacles!