Invisibly, ignoring Fang Qi on the side, he was eating there alone, occasionally drinking a little red wine, obviously, he was alone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Come, sister will take a sip with you," Zhang Ye suddenly turned around and touched his cup to Fang Qi's, "You want to drive, get a little." ”

This scene was seen by Ma Shangkui, and he asked with the strength of the wine, "What kind of age are you two, you call your mother sister, and you two are called sisters and brothers." ”

"You can manage it, you just have to accompany my brother-in-law, don't meddle in things." Zhang Ye shouted, turned around and only cared about drinking with Fang Qi.

Drunk, Zhang Ye asked Fang Heng for Mobao, "Brother-in-law, leave a word," he said, turned to the waiter and said, "Prepare pen and ink." ”

"You're going to have a few paintings, and you're here to ask for them again," Fang Heng smiled dumbly, "Insatiable." ”

"Don't, just want it, just ......" Zhang Ye, who was flushed, shouted coquettishly, not caring about Zhou Ping's feelings on the side.

Ma Shangkui was taken aback, he had only heard that Fang Heng's writing was good, but he had never known that he could write well. I was a little impatient, and I also wanted to stick a little light to get a word, but I was too embarrassed to open my mouth, so I wondered how to speak.

He hurriedly approached Zhang Ye's ear and muttered for a while, but was unexpectedly shouted by her.

"Go, get out of the way, you join in the fun!"

Ma Shangkui's face turned red suddenly, he didn't expect her to give him face at all, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Soon, the waiter prepared the pen and ink and placed it on the mahjong table next to it. Fang Heng took the towel handed by the waiter, wiped his cheeks and hands, then stood up and walked towards the paper and ink. He stood at the mahjong table, expertly unfolding the rice paper, reaching for ink, and raising his head to stare out the window. Outside the window, it was already twilight, and the river in the city was no longer clear, but was replaced by a field of lights, dotted with stars in the darkness, and one by one fell silent.

"What do you want?"

"Well, what?" Zhang Ye was stunned, obviously not reacting, not knowing what Fang Heng was asking.

"What words do you want?" This is Zhou Ping reminding.

"Oh, you, look at my dead brain, I don't know what I'm thinking! Really. ”

As she spoke, she turned around and moved her gaze to Ma Shangkui's face behind her. Ma Shangkui was startled, and thought, how far did you bluff me just now, and why are you staring at me? But when she thought about it, she shouldn't be in a mood at this time, so she reminded her, "Don't you like Bai Juyi's 'Long Hate Song', looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color." It's so romantic!"

"It's too long, you think it's a copy, it's going to splash ink, it's really hard work, don't let your brother-in-law really write it as 'long hatred'."

"Oh, yes," Ma Shangkui felt that there was something inappropriate just now, even if it was small enough to write, don't write it to the end, if it is really written that this hatred is endless, "I don't think about it." Then let's just have a paragraph of Li Bai's 'will enter the wine', that is short, just in line with today's theme, magnificent, haha, life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. ”

"Well, you can give it a try. How's my brother-in-law? As she spoke, she tilted her head to look at Fang Heng.

Fang Heng didn't say a word, he splashed ink on that square inch of land, and he did it one by one.

Yo, it's true, Ma Shangkui stared at the side, dumbfounded. He still has a wisdom root, and he likes calligraphy and painting, and he can see the fame at a glance, and it is really a Mobao. The handwriting structure is rigorous, the strokes are sharp, the style of the book is charming and vigorous, and there is really the legacy of Liu Gongquan, and he is overjoyed. Seeing Fang Heng put away his pen, he stood on the side, waiting for Zhang Ye to collect calligraphy and paintings, and looked at Fang Heng with a blank eye.

That Zhang Ye was really a spirit, seeing this, he was not in a hurry to reach out for the calligraphy and painting, but slowly approached Fang Heng and put on a twisted posture. Fang Heng stared at her as if he was puzzled, but he was pierced by Ma Shangkui at a glance, after all, his relationship with this woman had reached the point of doing everything, and he knew what this woman was thinking about at a glance.

What was she pondering?

"Brother-in-law, please write another painting of 'I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and I wish to be a branch in the earth'."

"Ah, what?" Fang Heng was taken aback, "Isn't that a 'long hatred song', I said it was too long just now, is it to write a sentence, or a poem?" ”

"Of course I wrote that," she twisted again, "write it." ”

Fang Heng paused for a moment, then danced and waved.

"Take it, thank you brother-in-law." Zhang Ye stared at Ma Shangkui on the side with a bluffed face.

"Ah, it's for me, thank you so much."

Ma Shangkui was overjoyed, and hurriedly reached out and carefully put away the calligraphy and painting.

At this point, a waitress walked up diagonally and asked, "Can we close the market?" ”

Everyone turned around to look over, but no one squeaked.

"Oh, the fruit plate is coming up," Ma Shangkui took two steps and reached out to take the fruit plate on the table in his hand and handed it to Fang Heng, "Secretary General Fang." ”

Fang Heng stepped back slightly, and Ma Shangkui suddenly realized that he had reached out too close and shrank back a little. Fang Heng picked a fruit tomato, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it. The reason why it is said to be one stick is because a toothpick is inserted on each piece of fruit so that it can be eaten.

Then, Ma Shangkui handed the fruit plate to Zhou Ping, then Fang Qi, and finally, to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye didn't stretch out his hand, not only did he not stretch out his hand, but he also tilted his body to the side.

Ma Shangkui didn't know what was going on for a while, he was there, and it took a while to react. It turned out that she was angry and unhappy, so she took a piece of strawberry and handed it to her mouth. As soon as she let go, she took another step, which was just on her lips, and she opened her mouth to take a bite. Ma Shangkui let go of his hand.

This scene was looked at by Zhou Ping, with a strange expression on her face, and she quickly deviated.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and everyone felt strange, it was the waiter who was cleaning up the table, who would knock on the door, so they all brushed and looked over. But I saw a little girl standing at the door, panting, and everyone didn't know what was going on.

"Do'er, why are you here?"

Zhang Ye shouted in surprise and rushed over. The two muttered at the door for a while, and Duo'er left without saying a word. Zhang Ye, who turned back, didn't squeak, and his face obviously changed. Everyone looked at her anxiously, but did not ask. She apparently saw what was going on, and sneered, "Oh, it's nothing, it's my niece looking for me." ”

Everyone said "oh", thinking that she would continue, but she didn't say anything, and no one could ask again. Everyone's interest was disturbed and vanished by this, and they instinctively went to the door.

There is no one who thinks more than Ma Shangkui, because he knows Duo'er, not only knowing, but also fighting. In his subconscious, he vaguely felt that this little girl was running around in a hurry, there must be something wrong, and it should have something to do with him. It's just that I can't ask in front of everyone, so I become preoccupied.

After they broke up, Ma Shangkui was still not at ease, so he called Zhang Ye to ask what was going on. However, I went to several calls in a row and no one answered. So he was even more anxious, and he didn't know what was going on, so he simply drove to find Zhang Ye.

Although he was familiar with the road, he was still cautious, because he couldn't figure out what had changed in Zhang Yejia's house. He stood at the door of her house, and did not use the key to open the door, but stood quietly in front of her house. However, there seemed to be no sound inside the door, as if there was no one at home. Unable to be sure, he recklessly raised the door and turned to leave.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened, startling him. (To be continued.) )