"I don't know about this, but I guess that although the prime minister of Shenji is close to the high position of 'under one person and above ten thousand', I'm afraid it's not a good memory for him, otherwise he wouldn't have set up a family rule that the children of the Mo family are not allowed to go out." Speaking of the Ink Divine Machine, Mo Shuangyun's tone was also full of admiration, "But in fact, the only thing that the Prime Minister of the Divine Machine has taught his disciples is those three skills, and the strategies and strategies he has, poetry and songs are not taught." “

"Then Ah Yun, you ......" Fu Xiao remembered that Mo Shuangyun was not bad either.

"I have another teacher." Ink Frost Yun brought this topic without a trace.

Although they were out to play, the carriage was still prepared with pen and ink, and Ink Shuangyun sat down at the humble table in the room, and began to sketch the drawings for improving the waterwheel.

Although Mo Shuangyun seemed to spend a lot of time sleeping every day when he was in the Bamboo Pavilion, when he worked hard, there was an aura that made people dare not disturb him.

Fu Xiao didn't dare, and he had nothing to do, so he lay on the other side of the table and watched Mo Shuangyun draw. I thought it would be a very boring thing, but Fu Xiao gradually became addicted to it after watching it for a long time, drawing drawings is different from ink and blue, straight lines, fine structure, is another kind of fun.

"Ah Xiao, can you help me go to Uncle and get some lamp oil?" Mo Shuangyun saw that the sky was getting dark, but the drawings at hand had not yet been completed, and if he wanted to make a smooth trip tomorrow, he was afraid that he would have to draw a little more tonight.

Fu Xiao was idle and had nothing to do, so he immediately stood up and ran out with a smoke.

Ah Shao just came back from feeding the horses, and brought back the bedding, the three of them lived in a room, only one bed, it was definitely not enough, fortunately they also prepared a futon on the carriage.

"Ah Yun, is it enough to light the lamp oil like this?" Fu Xiao soon returned.

Ink Frost Light the oil lamp, "Then save some of it." ”

"But such a dim light hurts your eyes." Fu Xiao insisted on picking the wick, "This kind of brightness is enough." ”

Mo Shuangyun said helplessly, "This will burn out soon." ”

"What's that?" Ah Shao interrupted their conversation and grabbed a yellow point of light casually.

"Well, it's a firefly." Ink Frost Yun broke his hand away, and the firefly immediately flew away with a green trail.

Fu Xiao clapped his hands, "In ancient times, there was not a sac of fireflies and snow. ”

"Sac fireflies reflect snow." Ink Frost Yun answered.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Fu Xiao took a mesh and jumped out of the window, his eyes were quick, and with a wave of his hand, several yellow points of light entered the bag.

Ah Shao showed an interested expression, and also jumped out to catch insects.

Mo Shuangyun dimmed the oil lamp a little more, chuckled, shook his head helplessly, and continued to draw to the sound of cicadas and frogs.

After a while, Fu Xiao and Ah Shao came back and put the bag on the table, and the room immediately lit up.

"That's it!" Fu Xiao continued to lie on the other side of the table, but this time his eyes were on the small fireflies.

Ah Shao sat down next to Mo Shuangyun and began to paint the second painting of the day.

After Mo Shuangyun finished painting, he was going to release the fireflies, but he saw that Ah Shao was still drawing, and to be precise, he revised it repeatedly.

Ah Shao's expression was a little annoyed, and Mo Shuangyun glanced at his album and immediately understood, "The light of fireflies is indeed difficult to express with a pen." ”

He took the album and revised it a few more times by himself, "Well, it's still not like it." ”

Fu Xiao also came over, and she gestured with her hand, "I know that Liangguo has a special pigment, and it is Bling Bling when it is painted!" ”

Ah Shao immediately cast his faint gaze on Ink Frost Yun.

"Okay, okay, if we have time in the future, we'll go to Liangguo first." Mo Shuangyun had no choice but to agree.

Ah Shao showed a satisfied expression at this time.

"When the time comes, Ah Xiao will be a guide, okay?" Ink Frost looked at her.

"Okay!" Fu Xiao agreed in a crisp voice.

Mo Shuangyun turned the page of the album forward again, wanting to see what Ah Shao had drawn during the day, and showed a playful expression when he saw it, did Ah Shao have been looking at him and Fu Xiao during the day?

Fu Xiao also saw it, and she thought very simply, "Wow, Ah Shao, you are so good!" ”

Ah Shao turned his back and let out a soft snort.

"But it feels like something is missing?" Fu Xiao asked.

Ink Frost replied, "yes, there's one less person." He picked up the pen again, and added another person to the field of rape flowers on the paper, especially the disdainful expression on the man's face. He returned the album to Ah Shao, so he didn't make fun of him.

Ink Frost Yun opened the sac firefly, and the green mass immediately shattered into scattered points of light, and the fireflies flew out, leaving only moonlight in the room.

"Ah Shao and I can just lay on the floor, and Ah Xiao will sleep in the bed." Ink Frost Yun made arrangements for tonight.

"Huh? Sleep on your bed, and I'll make the floor. Fu Xiaodao.

"You don't have to fight anymore, we two big men, we still have to save face." Although Mo Shuangyun was joking, his tone was non-negotiable.

Fu Xiao didn't argue, so he obediently slept on the bed.

The room was silent, except for the shallow breathing of the three people, and the sound of frogs and cicadas.

"Hey, are you asleep?" It was Ah Shao who asked.

Ink Frost: "No. ”

Fu Xiao: "I seem to be too excited to sleep." ”

"That'...... Do we take turns telling stories? Fu Xiao will never admit that there is selfishness in it.

"So who's going to start first?" Ink Frost asked.

"I'll go first." I didn't expect it to be Ah Shao's mouth first.

“……”

"Ahhh!!h

Fu Xiao: I should tell my own story, not a ghost story...... How can you still sleep like this?

Mo Shuangyun sensed her fear, pulled Ah Shao, who was next to her, and complained, "How can you tell this kind of story?" ”

Ah Shao pouted, "Ghost stories are also stories." ”

"Ah Xiao sleep in peace, Ah Shao and I are here." Ink Frost Yun comforted her.

Fu Xiao was still afraid, but he didn't want him to know, so he answered softly.

As soon as she closed her eyes, all kinds of ghosts and ghosts appeared in her head, and she could only open her eyes and quietly look at Mo Shuangyun's sleeping face before she felt a little relieved. She looked at it, not knowing that her whole body was getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed with the quilt rolled up, and after a soft sound, Fu Xiao accurately rolled down to Mo Shuangyun's side.

Ah Shao hadn't fallen asleep yet, and on the other side of the ink frost yun, he saw her falling from the sky and his eyes widened.

Fu Xiao could only laugh awkwardly, Mo Shuangyun was already about to fall asleep, turned over, and put his hands on Fu Xiao and A Shao casually, the expressions of the two people on the side were very exciting, but they chose not to wake up Mo Shuangyun and closed their eyes to sleep.

I don't know that I have somehow fallen into the situation of "hugging left and right",