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If the first autograph book is a thousand miles of clear sky with occasional white clouds, it is a small fortune with sweet and sour, and the second book is a typhoon night with clouds and thunder and lightning, and there is never sunrise.

The third book, from the first page, is overflowing with happiness, and spring flowers are blooming everywhere.

Jian Han still had tears on his face, but he laughed unconsciously, and muttered, "This fool-"

Yes, this fool, she had just agreed to associate with him, but he had been in a state of great joy since before, and had turned all his pleasure into her name.

There is special joy between the lines, like meeting old acquaintances in a foreign country, and like a long drought and rain, it seems that all the beautiful moments in the world are condensed in it.

After slowly flipping through the third book again, Jian Han couldn't help but look forward to it and be a little apprehensive - the third book is so amazing, what will the fourth book look like?

Holding three autographed books in her arms, her hand was on the cover of the fourth book for a long time, before she finally made a move, she held her breath, opened the gilded cover little by little, and when she saw the first page inside, she was stunned, and then couldn't help laughing-

That's right, that's it, that's how it should be!

Inexplicably, there was a description used in the past to explain the main points of the short story in Chinese class, when the teacher took Maupassant's famous "Necklace" -

Unexpected, reasonable!

The fourth book, on the first page, is crooked, like the square words written by a child with a pen for the first time, and it flies arrogantly all over the paper.

Jane, Han.

Her hands rubbed lightly on the familiar square words, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, and her eyes, which had become a little moist from tears, were exceptionally bright and moving.

Jian Han turned back a little reluctantly, turning every page very slowly, watching Leohard like a babbling baby, learning to walk little by little, learning to run, and then running into the Olympics and winning a gold medal-

Although it is exaggerated, it really amazes her.

On the first page, his name is still crooked, horizontal and vertical, the second page is quite orderly, and on the fifth page, it is already a particularly beautiful small letter.

After another two pages, Xiaokai turned into a flowing book.

Jian Han was really amazed, and even a little ashamed of herself - she had learned Chinese characters for nearly twenty years and written Chinese characters for nearly twenty years, but she was far less beautiful than Leo Hard's handwriting.

She unconsciously looked forward to it, this book is so thick, after the regular script, how will Leohard write it?

He didn't disappoint her.

After a few pages of the book, it became a mellow official book again, and after that, there was a traditional character, Jian Han blinked, looking at the two words Jianhan, but felt that no matter which country's characters were written before, the names were not as good as these traditional characters.

She has given up conjecture, her imagination is really at the limit, and she has no idea in what direction the Leohard font will evolve, and few people use traditional Chinese characters!

Oh my God, Xiao Su! Datsu!

Looking at the two indistinguishable square words, Jian Han was completely numb, she shook her head and sighed, the smile on her face became more and more intense, this kind of thing really seems to have been done by Leohhard-

To play a carpenter, to learn to be a carpenter, to play a singer to learn to play the guitar, in order to write her name, to go to the poor Chinese culture for 5,000 years, to show the evolution of Chinese characters!

After the big compilation, she just turned a page, a stack of dense, neat small notes fell, she bent down to pick up the note, her eyes fell on the paper, and she couldn't help but be stunned again, these two, are hieroglyphs, right? Oracle?

But how does it look like the shape of a flower?

She stretched out her index finger and slowly walked along the outline of the flower, the name Jian Han, in the oracle bone inscription, is it like this?

Her heart moved, put down the note, picked up the note in her palm, and patiently opened it, she had a faint conjecture in her heart-

On the note, there are two rows of beautiful English fonts:

- There are so few oracles that I couldn't find a way to write your name, so I created one.

- In my heart, you are like a flower.

Jian Han's face turned red little by little, this sentence was like a Sichuan Chaotian pepper, which looked petite and inconspicuous, and when he took a bite, the spicy sensation spread little by little from the tip of his tongue, and quickly spread to the whole body.

The more I think about it, the more ashamed I become.

When her whole face was about to burn, Jian Han bit her lower lip and turned to the last page, her eyes immediately widened, her hands clutched the ends of the notebook, her arms stretched out and pulled closer, but she was still in disbelief-

This guy is just too much!

Good-looking and rich, and working harder than others!

This makes her a stupid bird who keeps flapping her wings to catch up!

On the snow-white paper, there are two flowing brush words!

The beautiful ones can be framed and hung on the wall, even if they are old directors in the circle, there will definitely be no rudeness!

This bastard!

Jian Han gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, while stretching out his hand sweetly, and touched and touched the two calligraphy words lovingly-

Why is this man so talented, why is such a talented man still from her family!

Mei Zi Zi –

Speaking of which, Brother Qinghan also wrote a beautiful calligraphy, and there were even many times, she waited for the pen and ink on the side, and watched him splash ink with bated breath.

But watching Brother Qinghan write, it will only make people rush to the mountains, and make people subconsciously offer him to a higher altar, which is a place that is difficult for mortals to reach.

And Leohard's words made her involuntarily proud, my husband is so handsome, I can't wait to hang this word on the Internet and tell the world-

See? This is written by my man!

Jian Han looked at it again and again, and finally reluctantly closed the fourth autograph book, holding the four autograph books, her fingers slashing over the four lines of golden words on the spine.

The small joy of the first book, the second book's can't beg, to the third book's overflowing happiness, and even the fourth book-

To love her is to love her all.

Where are the four autograph books full of her name, which are clearly the bumpy mental journey of Leo Harder along the way, and all his feelings are condensed in these four notebooks.

In this world, there is no heavier gift than this, and there is no gift that can move her more than this.

Jian Han sighed, slowly, bent down, and pressed his face to the spine of the book, as if it was on Leohhard's heart.

Her heart was sour and indistinguishable, but in the end it turned into a trace of sweetness, it turned out that the two were happy, it was so beautiful.

How can she reciprocate such affection?

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