Although the goal was not achieved, the family rules still had to be copied, but a "scumbag" at the end was perfect, a chic got up, Jiumu flicked his sleeves, and went back to his orchid room.

Bing Ruohan, who was sitting upright in the elegant room, after the sound of the "scumbag" landed, it can be said that from the expressionless face, suddenly a burst of blue, red, white and green took turns, as if it had been transformed for a century, and there was no calm for a long time.

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It has been more than half a month since the last scumbag incident.

There are still two bookcases in the private room, there are still two people in front of the bookcase, the orchids next to the bookcase are still blooming brightly, the bamboo leaves in the window still exude bursts of bamboo fragrance, and Jiumu is still copying the door rules that are three times thicker than the soles of shoes in the private room.

Counting the time of this half a month, it really took Jiumu half a life, and when she was tired of writing, she lay on the bookcase to rest for a while, and when she rested enough, she had to copy again, day after day, it was really the most patient and persistent one since she grew up.

And every time she copied the house rules and fell asleep, Bing Ruohan's cold face would appear between the lines, the face sank and darkened, and Jiumu instantly fell asleep, and when she woke up, she found that it was just an illusion, so she raised her head and looked at Bing Ruohan on the other side, still looking upright and old-fashioned.

Over time, I can't help but get tired of him.

In the past half a month, Wushuang has been here a few times, looking for this or that excuse, saying that he cares about Jiumu's homework, but in fact, he has come to take a look at her.

Sang Lu has also been here a few times, and he is also looking for this or that excuse, saying that he is asking Uncle Xiao for advice on this or that question, but in fact he just wants to spend a moment with him.

On this day, Jiumu finally stumbled to copy the rules completely, looking at these thick creations, it was finally completed, she stretched her waist with relief and rubbed her neck.

She got up and moved her work in the past half a month to the side of Bing Ruohan's bookcase, she put the door rules she had copied on the bookcase, as if she had put down a heavy burden, suddenly felt relaxed, clapped her hands, and said, "Uncle Xiao, I have finished copying according to your instructions, you can check it." ”

Bing Ruohan picked up one of the books, opened it gently, and saw the black area with crooked characters of different sizes, which inevitably made people imagine that the person who copied the book must be in a half-asleep state, or sitting improperly, or holding the pen incorrectly, or distracted, or sleepwalking without waking up.

Even if it's ugly, it's a thousand postures, and it's really a genius.

After Bing Ruohan opened it, he only checked three pages, then squeezed his eyes as if he was insulted by this handwriting, his forehead wrinkled, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he closed the family rules that had also been insulted, and his face was expressionless.

Jiumu sat next to the bookcase, waiting for Uncle Xiao to announce that he had completed the task, but when he saw that he stopped abruptly and didn't look down, he asked anxiously, "Uncle Xiao, why don't you read it? There are so many more." ”

After saying that, he picked up a few other books and piled them in front of him.

Bing Ruohan squeezed her eyes a few more times, she really didn't want to look at it, but seeing that she was so anxious to pile up her hard work in front of herself for half a month, it was really hard to refuse.

While pretending to be watching against her heart, she weighed in her heart, in the past half month, although she occasionally complained, occasionally complained, although the copying was upside down and crooked, she could honestly copy the five times of the family rules.

Grinding her patience in this way will more or less converge her heart.

Bing Ruohan put down the peerless masterpiece in her hand, and saw her staring at herself blankly, her eyes full of anticipation and longing, eager to be accepted and passed.

Bing Ruohan lowered his head, then opened one eye and closed one eye and said, "You barely finished copying." ”

Jiumu jumped up from the front of the bookcase, "Uncle Xiao is wise, Uncle Xiao is really sensible." ”

So she was so happy like a child that she danced with her hands, and at the happy moment when she was so happy that she was about to forget her shape, Bing Ruohan said again, "However, the end of the light is not the end, and you have to memorize it." ”

This is the case with the first lesson of the disciples, how can they just copy and copy.

"Huh?" Jiumu screamed, and it was not good in an instant, co-authored, copied the book for half a month, and copied it in vain.

She was so anxious that tears were about to fall, "Uncle Xiao, I, I, I've done my best, if this still doesn't work, just go back to my home and go back to my Jiulin Cloth Mountain." ”

Bing Ruohan looked desperate at her, so desperate that she was helpless and even gave up, so she took a book she didn't know what it was from the side, handed it to Jiumu, and said, "There is an abbreviation here, you take it and take a look, and combined with your impression of copying books for half a month, you should be able to memorize it soon." ”

Jiumu took the abbreviation of this door rule, weighed it and said that it was indeed much thinner than the original book, and opened it to see, the handwriting was neat, Luan Piaofengbo, a line, a vertical and vertical, evenly spaced, and what was recorded in it was the essence of the door rules, which was processed like this, and it was more smooth to read, Jiumu suddenly felt like a baby, stretched out his thumb to the little uncle, and praised it, "Good words, good books." ”

Suddenly remembered that in the past half a month, he has been copying books in this elegant room every day, and the little uncle sitting opposite seems to be not idle, and he is also writing and painting every day.

Did he write it for himself? Jiu Mu was a little surprised and a little surprised, so he asked again, "Uncle Junior, this rule was made especially for me?"

Bing Ruohan looked up at her and didn't speak.

Jiumu couldn't hide her joy, after getting along for these days, she was used to Uncle Xiao's cold temperament, and she was also used to finding a trace of unusual clues on his seemingly expressionless face, for example, when he was happy, his eyebrows would be gently stretched, when he was angry, there would be three shallow lines on his forehead, when he was angry, there would be a lightning bolt in his eyes, and when he was surprised, he would blink his eyes a few times......

And once, he just told him a little about magpies, but it made his ears crimson, Jiumu is not the first time to see him like this, I always thought that the senior brother said that he had a problem with his ears, which is the problem of red ears, but so far I can't figure it out, what did he listen to in this ear to get sick?

Now when you ask him a question, and he doesn't answer, it means that he acquiesces.

It seems that this door rule was really written by him for himself, and Jiumu was happy in his heart: Oh, Jiumu Yunxiang, you have finally worked hard to get out of the head, and now you have asked the little uncle to write the door rules himself, not bad, it seems that the little uncle is really a good person sometimes.

Sure enough, as Bing Ruohan said, with the abbreviated version of this door rule, coupled with the mental impression of copying the house rules five times, Jiu Mu quickly memorized the door rule, although it was a stumbling back, it didn't hurt.

Bing Ruohan finally let go of this rule and stopped mentioning the matter of letting her go against the rules.