"The sooner this name is written, the cleaner the calamity will be removed." If you're dedicated to me, why don't you put your name on it sooner? Lu Wenmiao narrowed his eyes, watching her look change slightly.

"Husband reminds me." Bai Zisu reluctantly squeezed out a smile, turned over and went to get the pen.

Lu Wenmao's eyes followed her figure closely, only to see her turn out the pen and ink in the cabinet, skillfully placed it on the wooden table, hooked the water and polished the ink, the wet pen was dipped full, and the movements were smooth and smooth, all in one go.

Even though her body was wrapped in gauze and bamboo braces, she was not affected in the slightest. If you say that you haven't repeated this level of proficiency a thousand times, the ghost won't believe it!

However, when he was about to put pen to paper, Bai Zisu paused. It wasn't that she had found any clues, but that her right hand was shaking like chaff.

The tip of the pen dipped in ink fluttered violently under her hand, and one drop even collapsed onto her cheek.

"This ......" shock overshadowed the fear, Bai Zisu was stunned for a moment, the hand holding the pen hung in the air, letting the ink drip on the table.

I don't know why, Li Yun's words suddenly appeared in my ears: This hand is useless.

It turns out that this "waste" is actually waiting for her here.

Hurriedly took out a piece of paper from the cabinet, and despite the trembling of her hands, she was about to write. However, when the tip of the pen fell on the paper, it shook even more. The index finger seemed to be disobedient, the more I wanted to squeeze the pen shaft, the more I couldn't hold it, and before a "white" word was written, the pen shaft slipped off the paper, fainting out a large piece of jet-black ink.

"No......" Bai Zisu looked at the pen on the paper, and reached out to remove the bamboo board on his index finger that was used to fix it.

"If it doesn't work, forget it, don't force it." Lu Wenmiao held her hand, and suddenly regretted leading her to write.

"Leave me alone." Bai Zisu shook him off, and then took a step back, this meeting was probably caused by nervousness, and even his left hand, which was fine, trembled, and pulled it for a long time before pulling the bamboo board off his index finger.

However, before she could stretch out her hand, Lu Wenmiao took a step ahead of her and took the pen on the table.

"Okay, here you go." Bai Zisu was not angry, he said good-naturedly, turned his head and squatted down, went to the cabinet and took a pen again.

Before he got to the table, Lu Wenmiao snatched it again.

Bai Zisu didn't speak, and squatted down again. It's just that her pen was originally limited, and he snatched it twice, and there was only one pen left that could be used. This time she learned wisely, and hid her pen behind her, and when she got to the table, she took it out.

Finally, he succeeded in dipping it in ink, but before he could put pen to paper, a dog's paw came and took it away.

"This is my last pen." Bai Zisu looked up at him.

Lu Wenmiao let out an "oh", lowered his eyes casually, looked at the ink on the paper, and said lightly: "It doesn't matter how your hands are, but I don't want to see Li Yun's face tomorrow." ”

"It's just a word."

Bai Zisu shook his head, didn't ask him again, but sat behind the table, picked up the paper on the table casually, and held it up in the air. In the gloomy weather, the light is dim, but as long as you look at the carved window, you can still easily see the obvious tremor of the paper.

It seems that even if the bamboo board is removed, her hands are like this. It seems that not only the index finger can't be used, but the injury, because of the later fight, was torn, and even scratched the palm of the hand, no matter how hard you hold something, there is no way to be as stable as before.

Suddenly, her heart fell uncomfortably, like a stone in her throat, which made her nose a little sore. With a sigh, Bai Zisu put down the paper and finally stopped mentioning writing.

Rare quiet.

Lu Wenmiao has always been quiet, but she is so quiet, he is a little unaccustomed to it. Especially when he saw the confusion and trance in her eyes, he also had a strange feeling.

I don't know how long it took, Bai Zisu moved her fingers, and seemed to finally remember that there was someone in the room, she slowly got up, picked up the letterhead and handed it back to him: "Since I can't write, then you can write." ”

It's not really Huang Fu, she seems to be a little tired, if he wants to continue to doubt, let him doubt, she has no heart to deal with him anymore.

Lu Wenmiao looked at her hand, and the letterhead paper on her fingertips was still trembling.

"Today's wind is a little stronger."

"Huh?" Bai Zisu raised his eyes to look at him, slightly puzzled.

didn't answer her, Lu Wenmiao reached out to take the letterhead, but he didn't know whether he wanted it or not, and took the letterhead and held her hand.

"You ......" was startled, and Bai Zisu looked at him stunned.

This time was different from before, the strength of his hand was very small, and it really looked like he wanted to hold the letterhead, but accidentally shook her hand. The hot palm brushed aside the index finger of her hand and gently covered the back of her hand.

Bai Zisu was hesitating to withdraw his hand, but the person in front of him actually leaned over. Before she could react, the hem of his clothes touched her skirt, and the sound of breathing was close at hand.

Such a big person, suddenly posted over, it's scary, okay?!

Subconsciously retreated, Bai Zisu's leg bent into the stool, and then, Lu Wenmiao gently pushed her and pressed her on the stool.

"What for?" Bai Zisu frowned.

"Don't you want to write?" Lu Wenmiao didn't look at her, and put the pen dipped in ink into her hand.

What's going on with this person, it's the same for a while. At first, she was asked to write, but she took the pen out, but instead of letting her write, she even snatched the pen. Now that she's figured it out, if she doesn't write, she won't write, and then this dog thing tells her to write again?

The face is so big, why don't you ask her to write on his face. There has to be a direction for the convulsions, and he is good at this, regardless of the south, south, north, and west.

Forget it, just write it.

Anyway, as far as the letterhead matter is concerned, she does have a loss, and she does talk nonsense. To tolerate his convulsions is to compensate.

Holding the pen, Bai Zisu pointed at the blank space of the letterhead, only to find that Lu Wenmiao's hand holding her had not yet let go. She took the pen, and he took her hand.

After being stunned for a moment, Bai Zisu saw that the pen in his hand was straight, and it was actually steady.

"I said it was too windy. I'll help you hold it down, isn't it better? Still didn't look at her, Lu Wenmiao's voice was light, and his words seemed to be surrounded by agarwood incense.

He's ......

Bai Zisu's throat tightened slightly, lowered his eyelids, and looked at his hand quietly. After a long moment, she exhaled slowly, and took his hand to write her name.

Although with the blessing of his palm, her hands are no longer shaking, but she still writes very slowly, stroke by stroke, it seems that she has returned to the time when she first practiced calligraphy. It's just that when he first practiced calligraphy, he didn't participate in a moment.

The palms and fingertips of her hands followed her strokes, and there were bursts of pain. After the word "white" was written, a drop of fine sweat fell from his forehead, and a small round mark was made on the letterhead.

"There's no hurry." Lu Wenmiao squeezed her hand, casually opened her index finger, and put his own finger under her scar.

How can you not be in a hurry, hurry up and finish writing, so that you can quickly invite this big Buddha away!!