"Qingqing, are you free later, accompany me to the calligraphy club~"

Looking at Mo Qingqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the chair in front of his bed and eating potato chips while watching the drama, Liu Wu quietly leaned up and said.

"Huh? Why do you go to the calligraphy club? ”

Hearing Liu Fu say this, Mo Qingqing raised his hand and pressed it for a pause and asked suspiciously.

"I don't remember you joining the calligraphy club?"

"You're not mistaken, I don't know how to write at all~ It's Brother Feng! Oh, it's the president of the calligraphy club, it's my Northeast hometown, and the villagers promised to send me a painting at the previous meeting, send me a message today, so that I can get it when I have time! ”

Feeling that Mo Qingqing's eyes were getting more and more wrong, Liu Wu explained with a face that she could clearly read what Mo Qingqing's expression meant.

"Tut-tut, you guys~"

"Don't think about it!"

Looking at Liu Wu's defense, Mo Qingqing smiled treacherously.

"I didn't say anything, what do you explain? Hey, hey, hey~"

"You're a dead Qingqing~"

After squeezing Mo Qingqing's neck from behind and shaking her twice in shame, Liu Wu's red lips almost touched Mo Qingqing's cheeks, threatening in a vicious tone.

"To go or not!"

I don't know if it was strangled by the catkins, or because of the hot breath exhaled from the catkins' mouth, Mo Qingqing's little face turned red.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, you let go!"

"Hum Hum Hum ~"

Learning from Mo Qingqing's usual appearance and snorted twice, Liu Wu let go of his hands.

"Ahem, cough, you can strangle me, you hum is really tough!"

I can't beat Liu Fu, I can't beat it in this life, but Mo Qingqing didn't bother at all.

"That's not as good as you.,Little brother?,I'm Lolita! Hey~ Crispy! ”

The coquettishness learned by the voice of the Northeast arrogant school of Liu Wu, Mo Qingqing was excited when he heard it, and goosebumps all came out all over his body.

"Hey~ Hurry up and go, hurry up, I'm dead!"

One turned over and jumped up from the cross-legged chair, Mo Qingqing hurriedly pushed the catkins out of the door, she didn't dare to listen to it anymore, this lolita sound came out, the ghost knows what killer tricks the crazy catkins will release next, I can't bear it!

"Honestly, you guys really don't have anything?"

"Oh, what can there be, it's really a fellow, there's nothing else......"

"Tsk, what a pity~"

"Let's play~ It's better to worry about yourself, YMB~Hey, hey, hey~ Ah, Mo Qingqing, you dare to scratch me, I'll fight with you!"

"I'm scratching you and making you talk nonsense...... Yes! ”

……

"Tuk Tuk Tuk~"

"Enter!"

Holding up the sketch he had just completed in front of the bookcase, Weng Feng was gently blowing the ink that had not yet dried, and when he looked at it carefully, he heard the office door ring.

Weng Feng, the president of the calligraphy club, is also a proud protégé of Peng Yuan, in terms of painting, but calligraphy is also excellent!

Speaking of which, his appearance is somewhat similar to Tang Yu, but the pair of willow eyebrows and softer lines than Tang Yu's angular face, when they met for the first time, Yang Mobai felt that if he changed into women's clothes, he would definitely be more similar to Tang Yu, and he would be worse than Sister Maomao!

After all, there is still a big difference between a pseudo-girl and a real girl, it can't be compared, it can't be compared!

"Senior!"

"It's Mo Bai, come on, come on, look at my painting, it's okay!"

Looking up and seeing that it was Yang Mobai who pushed the door in, Weng Feng's eyes suddenly burst into dazzling light, and he hurriedly beckoned Yang Mobai to look at the painting.

“……”

Just hearing Weng Feng's words, the corners of Yang Mobai's mouth couldn't help twitching when he backhanded the door, he still remembered that yesterday, an old senior also greeted him like this to read words, the time was still short, and his memory was still fresh. Ahem, it's a good word, it has great potential, and it's waiting to be explored!

"Eh, but I don't know much about Chinese painting......"

said it, but Yang Mobai still came up, the senior's face can't be brushed away, isn't it!

"Do you want to play with the lotus? From my unprofessional point of view, the summer lotus in the painting is in full bloom, or stretching in the wind, or swaying with buds, and the fish under the leaves are playing, competing to cross the river, or rushing straight to the bottom of the water, or wandering on the water, or shaking their heads and tails, or spreading their fins and jumping. It feels great~"

"Hahaha, what you said is the truth, you still don't understand!"

Putting down the rice paper in his hand, Weng Feng smiled and patted Yang Mobai's shoulder.

"Yes, Mo Bai, you came just in time, help me put up a poem, your calligraphy is better than mine, since you hit my gun, then don't go, come on!"

As he spoke, he pushed Yang Mobai beside him to the place where he was standing in front of the bookcase.

"But, this ......"

didn't pick up the pen immediately, Yang Mobai hesitated.

"Send the school girl, keep improving, no, join forces, add your words to my paintings, just write a poem!"

Seeing the reason for Yang Mobai's hesitation, Weng Feng explained with a smile, and urged again.

"Okay!"

Lifting the wolf hair on the inkstone with a wry smile, Yang Mobai thought for a moment, quickly put down the pen, and a line of beautiful books jumped on the paper.

"Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian. Fish play among lotus leaves. Fish play lotus leaf east, fish play lotus leaf west, fish play lotus leaf south, fish play lotus leaf north. ”

"This is the Han Yuefu poem "Jiangnan", you will choose Mo Bai, good! Thanks thanks! ”

Gently lifting the rice paper on the case, as before, Weng Feng carefully blew the ink that had not dried, and said with great joy.

"The senior has won the award, or you are good at drawing, and the poems and paintings are just harmonious!"

Yang Mobai, who put Weng Feng's wolf back on the inkstone, took a long breath and replied with a smile, what should be polite.

"Hahaha, let's stop blowing each other in business, it's rare for you to come over, what's the matter?"

Ending this embarrassing touting with a smile, Weng Feng continued to hold the painting in his hand and asked.

"It's not a big deal, my class guide asked me to write a letter for him, you know that my guys are all at home, so come and pick up our public four treasures!"

"Hey, what a big deal, just use mine, paper! To give! The ink is also studied, and the pen you can use my wolf hair, which is not much better than that set of public! ”

Putting the painting on the large bookcase where he stretched out, Weng Feng stretched out his hand and took out a piece of rice paper again and handed it to Yang Mobai.

"Shhh...... Then thank you, Brother Feng! ”

Scratching his sideburns, Yang Mobai originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, Weng Feng's wolf is really better than the public brush, I don't know how much, so he no longer insisted!

"That's right, come on, come on, you write, I'll observe, Mr. Peng always says that my words are missing something, so I have time to look at you, but you can't come once a month, and I miss it every time, this will finally let me catch it!"

"Seriously, don't smile bitterly, hurry up~"

Seeing that Yang understood that expression, Weng Feng knew what he was thinking, and joked repeatedly.

"Whew~"

took a deep breath, and simply Yang Mobai didn't care about Weng Feng, stood in front of the desk and closed his eyes, and slowly emptied himself~

"Tuk Tuk!"

……