His handwriting is also good-looking, with a twist like a knife, like a sleeping dragon lying on it, which is extraordinarily magnificent and atmospheric, which does not match his warm exterior at all.

Su Xun looked at him, his bright eyes were full of admiration, "Ah Cheng is so powerful, he can even write so beautifully." ”

Nan Yecheng put down the brush and couldn't help but rub the top of her hair, "The brush is actually not difficult to write, if Xiaocai wants to learn, I can teach you." ”

Su Xun said loudly, "I want to learn!" ”

"I'll teach you." Nan Yecheng smiled gently, first wrapped her soft little hand into the palm of his hand, then took her petite body into his arms, and finally spoke unhurriedly, "First of all, the pen holding posture ......"

His deliberately lowered voice was warm and low-magnetic, and the tail note had an indescribable charm, penetrating Su Xun's eardrums and stretching to his heart.

Su Xun's mind suddenly drifted: such a polite, gentle and jade-like man.

She didn't want to write anything for a moment.

So she "inadvertently" turned her head, and her lips brushed against his face.

Nan Yecheng's fingertips trembled subconsciously, and the pitch-black ink spots splashed on the paper, which was very conspicuous.

Su Xun looked at him and blinked innocently, and deliberately leaned into his ear and asked, "Ah Cheng, what's wrong with you?" ”

Nan Yecheng's eyes were full of helpless pampering, and he gently pinched her chin with his fingertips, leaning over and holding her lips.

His kiss was very soft and soft, but the lust in his heart intensified.

So he took a deep breath and gently pushed Su Xun away, "Xiaocai, let's continue to write." ”

*

On the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Su Xun cooked a bowl of paste and pasted the couplet with Nan Yecheng early.

happened to be seen by the captain passing by, "Yo, who wrote this word?" ”

Su Xun immediately straightened his chest and said proudly, "Ah Cheng wrote it." ”

The captain rubbed his hands, "Can you write two pairs for me, Comrade Nan writes well, and it is also bright on the door." ”

There are not many literate people in the village, and in addition to the educated youth, there are only old scholars in the east of the village who can write calligraphy.

Nan Yecheng nodded, "Okay." ”

A few minutes later, the captain went back with the couplet contentedly, and on the way, he met other people who were asking for words, so he asked them to go to Nanye Cheng to write.

Although the rest of the team didn't understand, the captain said it was okay, so one person came to the door with a side dish or two eggs← in previous years, it was also a little bit to ask the young people to write couplets.

Although the educated youth usually don't eat much, no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat.

A few educated youths from the Zhiqing Point waited for a long time and didn't see half a figure, and they were wondering, seeing that the people in the team were happily rushing home with the couplet, so they walked over and asked, "Who are you looking for to write the couplet?" ”

"Looking for Comrade Nan to write it, don't say that this character is really beautiful, it is much better than the Lian'er written in previous years."

"If you want to write, hurry up, it's almost noon, and it's time for dinner in a while."

A few educated youths laughed far-fetched, and they were not very happy and couldn't say anything, after all, Nan Yecheng's handwriting was indeed better than his.