Cui Weizhen first went to Fuxi Courtyard to say hello, but Zhen'er was not there. He played with his daughter for a while before going back to Mingxi Courtyard.
The maids in the yard went about their own business. The maid who opened the curtain hurriedly saluted when she saw him coming back. Cui Weizhen stopped her announcement and walked inside. He found that the lights in the study were on, and through the gauze of the door, a shadow of a figure writing at his desk could be glimpsed.
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When I walked in and took a look, I was speechless.
Zhen'er was still wearing her morning clothes, but her neatly combed temple hair in the morning was messy, with strands here and there, very much like a street beggar. Looking at her suddenly scratching her hair irritably, he finally understood.
Why did this look come about?
Looking at the ground again, a lot of hair had fallen out. Cui Weizhen suddenly remembered the baldness theory she mentioned not long ago, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.
It’s just a policy essay. Is it really that difficult?
He sighed and walked over. Ye Zhenzhen, who was concentrating on thinking, was unaware of the approaching footsteps. Instead, she was startled by the sudden shadow and jumped up from her position.
Bang.
Her head hurt, and when she looked back, she saw Cui Weizhen standing behind her with his mouth covered, his handsome face slightly distorted. You knew without asking that he had just hit his chin.
Ye Zhenzhen couldn't care less about her head and hurriedly went over to check: "Did you hit your chin? Open your mouth and let me see if your tongue is injured?"
"Hmm...the tip of my tongue hurts..." Cui Weizhen said vaguely and opened his mouth obediently. Ye Zhenzhen saw that the skin on the tip of his tongue was broken and blood was slowly oozing out.
"Oh, what should I do? It's not convenient to apply medicine to the wound here."
Ye Zhenzhen was so anxious that she hurriedly rummaged through the medicine box, but couldn't find the right one. Cui Weizhen calmed down and stopped her from rummaging through the box: "It's just a small wound, it doesn't matter, it will be fine tomorrow.
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She was still a little unhappy.
Cui Weizhen said: "It's my fault that I suddenly scared you. Does your head still hurt?"
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, leaned over and licked his wound, then raised her head to look at him: "Does it hurt?"
Cui Weizhen's eyes gradually darkened, he held her head and deepened the kiss: "It's not enough."
After the kiss, she didn't know what time it would be. Ye Zhenzhen still had some sense, so she pushed him away panting: "Be gentle, so as not to aggravate the wound."
Cui Weizhen was still unfinished and reluctantly let go of her, his expression still nostalgic. He put his arm around her and held up her messy hair with the other: "Don't you know how to write policy papers? Just wait for me to come back and teach you. There is no need to embarrass yourself.
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"It's just a policy statement, so it won't trouble me."
Ye Zhenzhen immediately looked over with vigilance: "I've already drafted it, I just have to copy it."
Cui Weizhen looked at her messy sideburns and then at the hair on the ground with a suspicious look on his face.
Ye Zhenzhen cried secretly for her dead hair, but on the surface she refused to admit defeat at all: "I'm just striving for excellence, it's not like I can't write!"
If you don't steam the steamed buns to gain reputation, you can't let someone look down on you.
Cui Weizhen raised his eyebrows, picked up the piece of paper on the desk and read it at a glance. He couldn't hide his surprise. Zhen'er really didn't lie to him. He had already finished writing this policy paper, and it was written well.
This kind of writing context and layout are not cumbersome at all. The writing is well-founded, concise and compact, and the arguments and evidence are clear and unique. It is much smarter than some empty-handed losers in the court.