Xin He smiled lightly when she heard this, she knew that Ji Huai's praise was sincere, and she was confident in her words.

Although Ji Huai has no memory, she feels that aesthetics will definitely not be lost.

Xin He said with a smile: "Okay, then you go back and send me the address, I will write you a new one when the time comes, and then mail it to you." ”

Ji Huai couldn't see Xin He's expression, but he could guess it from her tone.

He replied, "Okay." ”

[Hey, hey, hey! Salted fish Hehe! Look at me! I've got a gift for you, so take care of me! 】

[Yes! Although they are big guys, you don't forget about us! 】

[I also want the young lady to give me a copy of the painting, whispering Bibi. 】

【Online Humble ......】

[Actually, I don't think there's anything wrong with salted fish He He like this, after all, Big Ji has swiped so many gifts, isn't it normal for He He to talk to him? ] 】

Xin He kept talking to Ji Huai, and did not interact with other people in the live broadcast room, and there was a mournful complaint on the barrage.

She didn't care, she continued to practice writing on paper, and only occasionally raised her head to say a few words to them when her hands were sore, and basically talked to Ji Huai the rest of the time.

At the beginning of the live broadcast room, the people who poured in were attracted by the gift news from the world news.

Xin He was talking when they came in, and many people felt inexplicable and left directly.

But there are a lot of people left, otherwise there would not have been a phenomenon of being surrounded by barrage before.

It wasn't until Xin He was writing that everyone was attracted.

The scholar's Mobao has always been an elegant thing, and Xin He's posture and movements when practicing calligraphy look very beautiful, which can completely make people ignore the mosaic on her face.

The time to practice calligraphy passed quickly, and Xin He wrote for nearly two hours.

Seeing that the live broadcast was almost long, Xin He went off the air.

If the live broadcast effect of this scene excludes Ji Huai's 300 castles, it is not bad among the anchors who started broadcasting for the first time.

Xin He looked at the pile of waste paper on the table that had just been practiced, and asked the robot to clean it up and throw it away.

As for Ji Huai, she put it alone in one place.

The poems written by Xin He to Ji Huai are a few sentences that often appear in the Book of Songs.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

These sentences are available on Star.com, but the source can no longer be found.

Xin He wrote it again, and then poked Ji Huai on the terminal.

Salted Fish Hehe: Did you sleep?

Ji Huai knew that Xin He would send him a message after the broadcast, and he had been waiting for her: Not yet.

Salted Fish Hehe: I'll mail you the words I just wrote. Jun: Where is your address?

Ji Huai: I'm still on the warship, you can send it to me when I go back.

Salted Fish Hehe: Okay, that's going to be. I'll sleep first, and you can rest early~

Xin He exited the chat window after speaking.

After washing up, Xin He was about to lie down and sleep, when the communication video of the terminal suddenly rang.

Looking down at the name on it, it was an unfamiliar communication.

Xin He originally wanted to ignore it, but Shuangmao reminded her that it was Yan Huan calling.

She clicked on, and Yan Huan's projection appeared in front of her.

Xin He sat on the bed, and after seeing Yan Huan, she stood up, and her voice was soft and glutinous: "Sister." ”

Yan Huan has been in a high position all the year round, and she has her own aura, but when she saw Xin He, the momentum on her body instantly eased down.