"It doesn't matter at all. "Nian Jinshu wrote carefully, scolded the goose back in his heart, and wrote the name of the goose back without paying attention, the name of the wild goose back is very simple, and it is not difficult to write, this time it is not considered a wild grass, it is neatly written, if it is good-looking, it is not good-looking, but it is also very ugly.

"What are you doing with my name?" he asked, leaning over her shoulder, the heat drilling into her ear, and one ear of Nian Jinshu was teased, and he said stiffly, "Write whatever you want." ”

I scolded you in my heart, and I accidentally wrote it out.

Sitting like this, it always reminded her of the picture in the hot spring pool last night, Nian Jinshu was like sitting on pins and needles, and he was violently held down by someone when he ran several times, how did he suddenly change his sex.

"Ah Jin, your face is so red, what do you think?"

"Didn't think about anything. Nian Jinshu was categorical, his body was so hot that he was sweating, it was obviously autumn, and his arms were like a warm hearth.

"Really?" Yan Hui didn't tear her down, held her wrist with one hand, and really taught her to practice calligraphy, saying that it was teaching her, it was better to say that he was holding her hand and writing.

His sense of presence is too strong, just sticking to her back, she can't ignore the heat behind her, and she can't ignore the sound of her heartbeat, in this side of the world, she sank soberly.

Yan replied, "Ah Jin hasn't written me a love letter yet. ”

His tone was regretful.

"I didn't write a love letter to Xiao Changfeng either. Nian Jinshu secretly thought, even if he knew that she and Xiao Changfeng had a letter, he would not open it and read it, after all, she was masochistic, this was her own stupidity in the previous life, and she really never wrote a letter in this life, "It's just some daily trivialities, it's boring, it's not a love letter." ”

"Write me a love letter then?"

"Don't write. "Nian Jinshu flatly refused, what kind of love letter to write, meet every day, all at night, what do you do when you write love letters? People don't see each other for a day, such as every three autumns, lovers write love letters thousands of miles away from each other, and tell each other about their feelings.

"Why?" Yan Hui pinched her wrist and wrote the word Yan Hui stroke by stroke, as if to write a flower, "I don't deserve you to write a love letter?"

"I won't write. ”

Yan Hui wrote the name again, and wrote it again, and wrote it better than once, Nian Jinshu was overjoyed, and suddenly asked, "Yan Hui, do you have a table word?"

Wild goose back, "......"

His cousin, return to the south!

It's just that no one knows.

At that time, the lord of Yanmen once said that when he was sixteen years old, he would take a table word, but the master of Yanmen could not wait for him to be sixteen years old, so he did not take this word.

If the elders are not there, this expression is simply not needed.

"Nope. Yan Hui's tone was a little flat, there was no habit of taking the table word in the Xizhou Continent, even if the table word was taken, most of them were called names, and the table words were reserved for the closest people to shout.

Nian Jinshu was just chatting, Yan Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and asked tentatively, "The young man you met in the demon world, return to the south...... What kind of person is it?"

"What a boy, he's an old man anymore. ”

"Old man?" Yan Hui narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know him well. Nian Jinshu was afraid that he would want to be crooked, so he almost raised his hand and swore an oath.

"Xue Lan is right, if he is not familiar, why did he cross the knife mountain for you, cut thorns, and win the Heavenly Star Konjac for you. He was very apprehensive about the Nianjin book.

Seeing the color??

Rogue ruffian??

Very good!