"It's been a day."

Tang Guan, who was holding a large handful of Loulan melons to show off to death, leaned against the door frame, looked at Zhou Li, who was scratching his ears and cheeks, and said happily: "Is it more than the three-word mark?" ”

"Don't bark!"

Zhou Li raised his head suddenly, his bloodshot eyes looked very scary, "How do I know that writing a letter is so troublesome?" ”

Zhou Li has written letters to Tao Yao and the old scholar in his life, and it is very simple to write a letter to Tao Yao, reporting his business trip, what he has eaten recently, and whether he has slept well. And the letters written to the old pedant often say some professional terms and terms, and remind the other party that he caught a four-pound carp yesterday.

But I didn't write a letter to anyone I liked.

It's not that Zhou Lidao's heart is too stable, or his appearance is shattered and unliked. Zhou Li's appearance can be described as handsome, except for the cold-faced son Tang Cen, there is really no one who can compare with him. But the problem is that what Zhou Li did back then was not very anthropomorphic, and he was dedicated to making money to treat Tao Yao, so he had no development in men and women.

Men and men have not developed either.

Therefore, for Zhou Li, who concentrated on learning the Tao in the previous life and the animal Tao in the latter life, writing a letter to a girl is no less difficult than fighting in a pigsty with a dead man's knife.

"Really, no, can you ask someone who can write letters?"

Tang Guan took out a chair and sat beside Zhou Li, crossed his legs, and his snow-white little feet pulling the clogs were cocked, very dazzling, "You can't suffocate yourself." ”

"Ask whom?"

Zhou Li laughed angrily, "Come, tell me who I can ask?" Is it the famous rake ear old scholar of the Northern Liang, or the famous rake ear No. 2 Li Kuan of the Northern Liang Dynasty? Or are you dancing like me? In addition to Ling, in your mind is your Zhu Qianyun, or Zhuge Daochang? ”

"Daoist Zhuge is great."

Tang Guan stuffed a piece of honeydew melon into Zhou Li's mouth, and said as a matter of course: "She must be helpful." ”

"yes, and then laugh at me after taking pictures of my ugliness and the dozen or so discarded manuscripts I wrote with a photo stone."

Zhou Li said numbly.

I don't know when it started, Zhuge Qing suddenly seemed to awaken the characteristics of Hong Kong reporters, no matter when and where he could suddenly appear with a photo stone, and shoot from the most professional angle.

Can you believe that in just one month, the twenty-six photographic stones in her hand have been filmed?

Therefore, Zhou Li felt that if he went to ask Zhuge Qing for help, he would definitely encounter something unexpected. Like a used up photo stone, or a meaningful smile.

"By the way, Sister Tao Yao seems to be back."

Tang Guan moved his slightly pink ears, and then said to Zhou Li, "Go downstairs." ”

"Okay."

Zhou Li thought about it, but he couldn't hold back anything, so he simply put down his pen and went downstairs with Tang Guan. At this time, Tao Yao's figure had already appeared in the hall on the first floor of Nadutong, taking off her cloth shoes, revealing her feet wrapped in socks.

"Sister, are you back?"

Zhou Li casually said hello and handed the teacup to Tao Yao. Tao Yao hurriedly took the teacup, drank it all, and then stretched out his hand to fan his somewhat reddened cheeks, and said with some annoyance:

"The vegetable market is getting more and more excessive, obviously the day before yesterday six copper cabbage is seven copper today, I was not going to buy it, I have to say that the whole vegetable market has a small cabbage at her house."

"The result?"

Zhou Li asked curiously.

"Really."

Tao Yao waved her hand weakly, sat upright on the chair, and said helplessly: "I walked for about ten minutes, only to find out that the little cabbage was really her family, and finally she loaded me with two catties of little cabbage, and asked me with a smile if I believed it, and I was angry." ”

"Hahahahaha."

Zhou Li suddenly laughed happily when he heard this, his sister is always childish and cute sometimes.

Then he couldn't be happy when he was grabbed on the cheek.

"Dare to make fun of your sister!"

Pinching Zhou Li's cheeks, Tao Yao puffed out her face and said angrily: "Sister, I can't cure the vegetable seller!" I can't cure you yet! ”

"Surrender, I surrender!"

Zhou Li stretched out his hand and chose to be a fellow countryman with Joan of Arc.

"Okay~"

Tao Yao was naturally reluctant to really pinch Zhou Li, she rubbed Zhou Li's cheeks with a smile, and then said softly: "Tell my sister when I come back next time and make you braised crucian carp." ”

"Good, good."

Tang Wan on the side nodded again and again, his eyes shining.

"By the way, sister, I want to ask you something."

Zhou Li sat on the chair, thought for a while, and asked, "Have you ever written a love letter?" ”

"Huh?"

Tao Yao froze, she tilted her head, and blinked a little dazedly.

"Okay, sister, I know."

Zhou Li covered his face and sighed.

"Wait!"

Tao Yao reacted suddenly, her eyes were shining, and she asked Zhou Li excitedly, "You want to write a love letter to someone?" ”

"Ahhh Yes. ”

Zhou Li generally doesn't hide anything from Tao Yao, and even as Zhou Li's "golden finger", Tao Yao also knows the existence of Bafang Destiny Spinning. After all, for Zhou Li, Tao Yao is his closest relative in this world, there is no one, except for crossing this identity and needing to hide, he will say almost anything to Tao Yao.

"Which girl is it?"

Tao Yao came to Zhou Li and said excitedly: "Don't say it, let me guess!" ”

Then, Tao Yao fell silent.

"Sister, if the first thing you think about is Tang Guan, you might as well kill me."

Zhou Li smiled miserably.

Tao Yao's silence became even more serious.

Zhou Li wanted to die a little.

"Is it Daoist Zhuge Dao?"

Tao Yao asked cautiously.

"Huh?"

Zhou Li froze like a huh cat.

"Really?"

Tao Yao's eyes were full of light.

"No, no, no."

Zhou Li waved his hand again and again, "Zhuge Daoist is a Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, how can he engage in these children's affection?" ”

"My fourth uncle already has six children."

Zhuge Qing, who was adjusting the Lingering Stone on the side, raised his hand and retorted.

"I'm!"

Zhou Li was suddenly taken aback, "Dao Chief, when did you refresh?" ”

"I've been sitting here all along."

In the dark corner, Zhuge Qing tinkered with the shadow stone in his hand and said: "Although it is said that Longhu Mountain does not pay attention to marriage or marriage, the object of Zhou Li's love letter is not me, Sister Taoyao." ”

Tao Yao sighed a little disappointed, and then she cheered up again, and hurriedly asked Zhou Li, "Who is it?" Who is it? Tell me about it and tell my sister. ”

"It's the winning kite I said earlier."

Zhuge Qing added: "The princess of Loulan who will come back to marry Zhou Li a year later. ”

"Ahh

Tao Yao suddenly realized, and then she thought for a moment and said, "Why bother? ”

Zhou Li was stunned.

can only say that my sister is my lovely younger brother, and Tao Yao saw through Zhou Li's entanglement at a glance. He just wanted to write a letter that would make Ying Kite happy, but he didn't want to write a very sensual letter, but he didn't know how to start. She stretched out her hand, gently tugged at Zhou Li's cheek, and said softly:

"If this girl named Ying Kite cares about you so much, you just need to write about your days and let her see your life."

"Why bother?"

Zhou Li was a little dazed at first, and soon, the dazed turned into thinking.

"I see!"

Zhou Li stood up and said with great interest: "Sister, I understand how to write." ”

Tao Yao looked at Zhou Li and smiled with satisfaction.

In September, the weather is sunny and the wind is soft.

Under the sun, the boy spread out the letterhead, picked up the brush, and wrote his life on the letterhead plainly but forcefully.

[See Shin An]

[I'm going to throw the captured Burning Fox Demon into the teahouse, open a maid teahouse, and harvest the wallets of the Beiliang color batches fiercely]

"No, no, no, it's definitely problematic."

Zhuge Qing, the chief of staff on the side, held down the letter paper and ordered Zhou Li not to continue writing.

"Very sincere."

Deputy Chief of Staff Tang Guan said.

(End of chapter)