The gentle man who was touched wrinkled his nose and said seriously: "Qing Nuan, I'm already done, you haven't yet." ”

"Huh?" Mu Qingnuan couldn't understand what gentleness meant for a while.

"So I'm older than you." Gentleness hints again.

Mu Qingnuan tilted her head, and then what?

"Don't touch my head." Gently and solemnly, he took down the hand that was rubbing the soft hair on his head.

"Poof", Mu Qingnuan laughed out loud.

"Don't laugh, it's a serious matter." Gentle glare, serious.

Mu Qingnuan looked at it and wanted to laugh more and more, but she felt that if she continued to laugh, she was afraid that she would really provoke her good sister, so she had to purse her mouth and suppress the smile on the corner of her mouth, "Okay, I don't laugh." ”

It's just that the black eyebrows can't help but bend somehow.

After appeasing the gentleness of some fried hair, Mu Qingnuan looked at the sky outside and had to be reminded.

"How's the gentle scriptures going?"

Hearing this, Gentle's face immediately stiffened, and the person who was still sitting straight suddenly lay on the table, like a stiff and withered little flower, pitiful.

"I hate writing the most, and now I'm asked to copy the scriptures. Is it a copy or a hundred times, a thousand words a time...... I almost broke my hand in the morning, and I only copied it twenty times. ”

There are eighty more times, and when I think about it, I feel that there is no hope in this life......

Looking at the tenderness of life, Mu Qingnuan smiled, "Lu Yan, you bring a pen and paper." ”

"Yes."

Hearing this, her gentle face shriveled again, and she almost looked at Mu Qingnuan with traitorous eyes, "In the afternoon, I finally escaped by coming out to see Guang Yulan, Qingnuan, do you want to supervise me copying the scriptures?" ”

Mu Qingnuan glanced at her and didn't speak, until Lu Yan took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone before she spoke, "It will take half an hour to eat fast, take advantage of this time, you write an article first and I'll take a look." ”

Hearing this, Wen Wen pursed his mouth, but thought that he still hadn't written eighty times. Even if you want to be lazy, you will be stabbed sooner or later, so you just grit your teeth and take a pen to write.

But she was just about to start writing, but she suddenly remembered, "But this is not a meditation room...... "The scriptures used to copy the Liqiu Rite Buddha must be in the meditation room."

"It's fine. You write it first and let me see. ”

Wen Rou didn't understand what Mu Qingnuan was going to do, but looking at the closed door, he thought that everyone present could be trusted, and one or two of them were not written in the meditation room, and no one would find out, so he began to write.

Gentleness was written on the side, and Mu Qingnuan was not idle.

She also had to think about what herbs or recipes could keep her warm for a long time in the extreme cold.

Seeing that Mu Qing was warm and gentle, they were both concentrating on thinking or writing, so they silently stepped aside and did not disturb the two of them.

Earlier, when they worshipped the Buddha, although they knelt on the stone slab outside, they suffered sin. But in the end, they didn't have to copy the scriptures, and they were lucky.

Or because he was sitting, not kneeling to copy the scriptures, so the action of copying this time was quite fast.

Less than two quarters of an hour later, Gentle had finished copying the scriptures.

"Okay?" Mu Qingnuan took it and looked at it.

Wen Rou doesn't like to read and write, so her handwriting can only be described as legible at best.

"Qingnuan, I'll write like this, don't dislike it." She is ugly, this is a fact that has long been recognized.