Mu Chun's handwriting is also very beautiful and beautiful, all say that words are like their people, Xie Wenchang has always felt that Mu Chun may not have studied, and it is already very good to be able to write, but I didn't expect her to write so beautifully.

Xie Wenchang couldn't help but be a little excited, and always felt that his daughter-in-law was married to a treasure.

The two sat silently in the library and read the book for a while, which was nothing more than some propaganda about the Red Cross culture, as well as some very famous pamphlets, most of which Mu Chun had actually read, because there will be many Chinese versions in the postmodern era.

When I walked to the campus avenue, the sunlight was not so strong, and there was even a gentle breeze caressing my cheeks, which was very pleasant.

"Chun'er, who did you learn from to write such a good hand?"

Mu Chun felt a 'groan' in his heart, it was too good, he was so comfortable with Xie Wenchang just now, and he forgot all of his identity here.

Not to mention that she is a writer here, she has never even gone to school, how could a village girl who can't read big characters write a note to him at once, and write so many words.

And judging from the handwriting, it is also very juanxiu, not to mention that it is also a knowledgeable lady, Mu Chun thought about it, and then prevaricated: "I used to secretly read my eldest brother's book, learned some words, and didn't practice much, I was born to write like this." ”

Since he was born, Xie Wenchang can't say anything!

How do you know that Xie Wenchang also praised her: "Chun'er is highly talented, when I am free, how about teaching you some knowledge?" ”

Originally, Mu Chun wanted to say that he didn't need to teach, but when he came to his mouth, he said 'um' and nodded unconsciously.

Xie Wenchang seemed to be still curious about what Mu Chun said on the note just now: "What did you just say...... What is the novel, and a lot of things I haven't read? ”

This question really stumped Mu Chun's question, his walking steps slowed down a lot, the cement floor under his feet slightly grinded the soles of his shoes, and he could still hear the sound.

"Uh...... I ......"

How to explain this to Xie Wenchang? However, thinking that Xie Wenchang didn't know much about her previous affairs, he casually began to talk nonsense: "I used to secretly read some books by myself, which are very interesting, and many things are not quite the same as now...... Feelings between men and women. ”

Speaking of the back, Mu Chun's voice was quiet, and he lowered his head a little shyly, obviously it was a novel that he often reads, why did he still have a feeling of shame when it came to his mouth! It must be that Xie Wenchang's eyes are too upright when he looks at her!

Definitely, yes.

Mu Chun comforted himself in his heart, while watching Xie Wenchang's reaction, a man as big as Xie Wenchang was actually a little blushing, Mu Chun knew that he definitely didn't know what to think of himself.

So he explained: "You're thinking a little too much! I'll write to you when I have time. ”

Anyway, she also likes to read novels in the postmodern era, and she also remembers the plots of many novels, and it is very easy to write them down.

It's just that Xie Wenchang felt even more incredible: "Chun'er, you can still write books?" ”

"Then if you write it, I'll find someone to print it for you!"

"Huh?" Mu Chun was a little embarrassed: "No need, it's all some little-known things, no need." ”

The most important thing is that she is not the copyright owner, they are all post-modern writers' things, if she prints it, it will be bad, but seeing that Xie Wenchang has been insisting, Mu Chun has diverted the topic to the side, anyway, there is no matter yet.

The Grand Theater is located in the center of the provincial capital, and Mu Chun repeatedly looked at the admission tickets for the two, and the time on it seemed to be seven o'clock in the evening.

The two walked around leisurely, seemingly taking a walk, but quietly enhanced their relationship.

It's not a vigorous love, the two haven't even seen each other before they live together, and the inexplicable fate pulls them together and can't be broken at all.

But it's also fate.

The Grand Theater is a bit similar to the movie theater in Mu Chun's imagination, there are guards at the door, there are ticket inspectors, there are ticket windows, and there are snacks and things, but the ticket windows are also very simple.

It seems that all the money was spent on building the Grand Theater.

And the surrounding food stall business is really weak, after all, in these years, the rich will watch a Huangmei opera and buy food.

But after Xie Wenchang brought Mu Chun into the scene, it was different, there were still some vendors selling snacks inside, and the business was obviously much more than outside, Mu Chun's eyes rolled, and some ghostly thoughts came out of his mind.

"Wenchang, when we go back, can we buy something to go back?"

Mu Chun rarely takes the initiative to ask for money, and Xie Wenchang still feels a little strange: "Okay." ”

"Don't you even ask me what to buy?"

This man is really old-fashioned, and one is one.

Xie Wenchang seemed to be enlightened, and hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Then what does my Chun'er want to buy?" Why don't I buy it for you? ”

"I want to ......"

"Brother Wenchang!" A female voice suddenly screamed, startling the surrounding audience, this Huangmei Opera has not yet started, and I heard this sound first.

Mu Chun turned her head a little unhappily, what she didn't like the most was that someone else interrupted her, but this time she turned her head and saw someone she didn't like even more.

Ma Qiuju.

It's really ghostly, the last time she said that she came to give Xie Wenchang a ticket to the Grand Theater, Mu Chun thought that they might be watching a Huangmei opera, but the reason why she didn't shy away from it was because Xie Wenchang was her Mu Chun's person, dignified, why did she sneak around.

Xie Wenchang frowned unconsciously, and took Mu Chun to his seat number.

There are a total of more than a dozen seats in a row, a total of twelve rows, Mu Chun and Xie Wenchang sat on the seats that leaned on the front desk, and Ma Qiuju was originally in the back row, coercing people to change to the front.

was so tossed that he couldn't do it, plus Ma Qiuju also added a few yuan to others, and sat next to Mu Chun and Xie Wenchang as he wished.

Sitting next to him, Mu Chun endured it, Ma Qiuju clearly sat next to Xie Wenchang, Mu Chun patted Xie Wenchang's arm: "Wenchang, I'll change seats with you." ”

Xie Wenchang didn't think about it, and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

The two got up and changed their seats, Ma Qiuju was almost angry, looked at Xie Wenchang through Mu Chun's eyes, and then got up as soon as he breathed: "Mu Chun, how can you be haunted wherever you go!" ”

"Miss Ma, shouldn't I ask you this sentence?" Mu Chun was not to be outdone.