"Finish!" Bai Weiwei once again folded the "Peach Blossom Spring" with only the beginning and replaced it with a clean white paper on the table.
"Why did you use so much paper when writing for him, but you gave me such a small piece of paper?" Mo Qianxun was unhappy again.
Bai Wei dipped ink slightly, but smiled without saying a word.
"You said, don't you really think I'm illiterate and don't know how to do it, right?" Mo Qianxun asked anxiously, feeling quite disappointed.
Bai Weiwei shook her head, twisted her brush, waved her plain hand, and several regular scripts that were different from the previous style, but only Bai Weiwei's unique style was vividly displayed on the paper, elegant and graceful, and elegant, as if an elf-like butterfly was in the vastness.
dancing in the sky.
Mo Qianxun was stunned for a moment.
"Which one piece of gold is more valuable than a pile of broken silver?" Bai Weiwei ended the last word like a dragon and phoenix danced, put the brush back into the inkstone freely, raised her eyebrows and looked at Mo Qianxun, and saw that he was wide open.
He looked at the lines of words written by Bai Weiwei without blinking. Bai Weiwei continued, "So, don't look at the small paper and few words, but the meaning you want to express is hard to buy!"
Then, he picked up the paper page that had just been written in a few lines and blew it back and forth, and the half-wet ink was dry with her blow.
She smiled and touched Mo Qianxun: "I'll read it to you!"
"Yeah!" Mo Qianxun glanced at her, and his eyes were filled with bright colors, as if phoenix flowers were blooming everywhere in an instant. Bai Weiwei naturally understood this as if he was too expecting it.
The sound of the sound of a pearl falling from a jade plate, or a water flowing to stir the silver bottle was pleasantly aroused: "Life and death are boundless, and we will talk to you; hold your hand and grow old with you."
In just sixteen words, Bai Weiwei was chanted by Mo Qianxun, and the singing of the nightingale, the sea god Gita.
Seeing that he was silent, Bai Weiwei was afraid that he would not understand, so she was very responsible and kind-hearted and explained to him in the simplest words: "This is a very beautiful love poem, "Life and Death are in harmony, and I will say to Zicheng"
It is easier to understand whether we are alive or dead. Hold your hand and grow old with you. Hold your hand and hold your hand tightly with you.
You will never be separated from you until you grow old. Now do you understand? Which one is better?”
Mo Qianxun bit his lower lip tightly and said excitedly, "I understand! This is the oath you gave me by Weiwei, right?"
"Uh, yes!" Bai Wei shook his head slightly and nodded heavily. They were husband and wife, so she naturally wanted to hold hands with him and grow old together. Isn't this the case between husband and wife?
Mo Qianxun happily took the paper with sixteen words written and a few inexplicable punctuation marks. After a few glances, he carefully folded it and stuffed it in front of his chest.
Bai Weiwei didn't know if he understood it. Seeing his happy look, he must have understood such a tingling love poem. He was also very happy. His red lips were wide open, his dimples appeared deep, and his smile was like a flower.
.
But in fact, she was still a little confused. It was always men who wrote love poems for women. Unexpectedly, between the couple, she was asked to write a girl to her husband first. Although this is nothing,
But it was the first time in her life that she wrote a love poem!