The drafted article has been revised and can finally be transcribed.
At this time, the ink has solidified, and Cui Weizhen grinds it again with drops of water. Ye Zhenzhen clenches her chin and looks at him. As long as a person is good-looking, no matter what he does, he will be pleasing to the eye. Cui Weizhen has a lingering bookish air about him, and he is like a knight wiping when grinding.
It is as free and easy as a sword, calm and graceful, neither slow nor slow, and the ink is full of fragrance.
As the saying goes, red sleeves add fragrance. If I could have such a gentleman and elegant person as my companion, I would be willing to study all my life!
Ye Zhenzhen was fascinated, her eyes gradually moved from his slender and strong hands to his face, his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and his narrow phoenix eyes often seemed cold and indifferent, but at this time they were calm and gentle, like mountains, like trickling streams, slowly.
Ease into your heart.
"Does it look good?"
"nice!"
Ye Zhenzhen nodded blankly, a chuckle came, and she suddenly realized that she covered her face with her hands in embarrassment - it was a mistake! After so many years, she has become immune to Wei Zhen's appearance, now
I accidentally got obsessed and told him to watch the joke again.
Cui Weizhen only thought that her embarrassed look was particularly cute, and looked at her with a smile: "What's so embarrassing? It's not the first time, and I won't laugh at you."
Ye Zhenzhen put down her hand and glared at him with watery eyes: "Liar! You are clearly laughing at me now!"
"You got it wrong, it's not a joke."
Cui Weizhen hugged her, lowered his head and kissed her. In the end, both of them were blushing and breathing disorderly: "Zhen'er is so cute and cute, how can I bear to laugh at her?"
The hair on the temples rubbed against each other and the words of love entered her ears. Ye Zhenzhen was so happy that even her heart trembled. She turned to look at him: "Really?"
"Absolutely no lies."
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips, pursed her lips again, and finally couldn't help but smile. She left Cui Weizhen's arms and slowly straightened her messy clothes, but her eyebrows flew towards him: "I barely believe you."
Return."
Cui Weizhen looked at her with a smile on his face.
The gentle and lingering gaze was so touching that Ye Zhenzhen couldn't bear it, so she avoided it in a subtle way, and hurriedly picked up the pen and started transcribing the article.
There was another chuckle, the deep voice was teasing and endearing, but the words he spoke made people want to dig a hole and crawl into it.
"You haven't touched the ink yet."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
When I looked down, I saw lines of pale ink marks on the snow-white rice paper, all scratched out by the residual juice in the brush.
My face felt hot, and it goes without saying that it must have turned red again.
Silently, he dipped his hands in ink, swung the ink freely, and began to write quickly.
She has been practicing calligraphy for many years, and she has always copied Cui Weizhen's calligraphy. The direction of her strokes and the shades of ink are almost the same as Cui Weizhen's. If someone who is not familiar with it sees it at first glance, it is impossible to tell who wrote it.
Cui Weizhen's handwriting in his early years could not hide its sharpness and elegance. In recent years, it has become more restrained and subtle. It is increasingly similar to Ye Zhenzhen's slightly rounder and softer handwriting. It combines hardness and softness, and combines yin and yang.
Cui Weizhen's eyebrows became softer and softer.
The article was quickly transcribed and the ink was allowed to dry. Cui Weizhen collected it carefully and said in Ye Zhenzhen's doubtful eyes: "This is your first policy essay, Zhen'er. I will have it framed later.
Collect it together with calligraphy and painting."
Ye Zhenzhen was slightly embarrassed: "It's not necessary...it's just a normal writing. It would be embarrassing if someone saw it."
Cui Weizhen doesn't think this is a big problem: "I only collect it by myself and don't show it to others."
Seeing that he was very determined, Ye Zhenzhen had no choice but to agree to this very shameful proposal - as long as Wei Zhen was not like her parents and framed her award-winning essay and advertised it widely, he could do whatever he wanted!
