Chapter 363

Song Qingcheng just recovered. After listening carefully, he really called himself. Take out the phone from your pocket. It's Ji Zhengting. She subconsciously stood on tiptoe and looked around in the crowd.

Without seeing him, she picked up the phone and said, "Hello, where are you?"

Ji Zhengting frowned, this sentence, shouldn't he ask her?

"I'm where you just got off. Where are you?" He asked.

"Come forward, there's a place to write couplets." Song Qingcheng looked at the obvious signs around him. Except for the people, there was only the hand written couplet stall.

He was speechless. "There are couplets on both sides of the road. Where are you?"

"Put your hands up and I'll see if I can see you." He's so tall, he's sure to see it with his hands up.

“…… You're too short to see it. "

Song Qingcheng was hit, "then you find it yourself slowly."

Hum, dare you say she is short? She is 165 in height at least. It's very standard, isn't it?

She just hung up.

Song's mother knew that she was on the phone with Ji Zhengting. Seeing that she hung up, she asked, "well, where is Zhengting?"

"He said he would go shopping first." Song Qingcheng didn't dare to tell his mother that he hung up her phone and asked him to look for her slowly. Anyway, the market is not big. It takes half an hour for the whole street to go back and forth.

Mother song looked at her suspiciously.

"Mom, let's go over there and watch people write couplets. By the way, let's write a couple." Song Qingcheng took his mother to write couplets.

There are quite a lot of people who write couplets, and there are quite a few people watching. Some people make their own couplets and ask others to write them, while others create their own couplets. It seems that they are very busy.

Song Qingcheng looked at the couplets compiled and written by others, and was fascinated by their talent. Mother song urged her twice, but she refused to leave.

"Ah, uncle, can you write a pair for me?" Song Qingcheng saw that they could use their names to invite others to write, so she was very interested to write a pair.

"Qingcheng, please stop. Zhengting is waiting for us." Song's mother has been looking for Ji Zhengting in the crowd for several times, but she hasn't seen Ji Zhengting. Besides, song Zhengmu doesn't go shopping alone.

"Mom, just let me write a couple. It's rare for me to come here." Song Qingcheng refused to go.

"I'll write for her." A nice male voice came in.

Song Qingcheng was stunned.

This voice

Why are you so familiar?

Without waiting for song Qingcheng to follow the sound, a tall figure had come. Well, it's not Ji Zhengting. Who is it?

The Song Dynasty was full of nununuzui. No wonder so familiar.

Ji Zhengting's cool stare at her is a reproach. Song Qingcheng knew that he was not familiar with life and land here, and he was looking for someone. He must be very embarrassed. She couldn't help laughing.

"This little girl, this gentleman said to help you write, do you agree?" The boss who wrote the couplet asked her.

Song Qingcheng took a look at him and said complacently, "then give him face."

Ji Zhengting looks at her small appearance, thin lips hook. He stepped forward, took the pen from his boss and swayed in the ink. Although it's a stall business, the ink used is not bad.

The boss set out the new paper, he raised his brush, ready to start. But at this time, song Qingcheng came over, "Ji Zhengting, if you can't, don't be brave."

Song Qingcheng saw that he took a pen and dipped it in ink for a long time. He certainly couldn't write. Besides, not everyone can write calligraphy. Bad writing makes people laugh off their big teeth.

Someone's face is as black as a pot.

What do you mean if he can't?

Can he, she didn't get it last night?

He stopped writing, turned to her, attached to her ear, the police said with two voices: "OK, let you know at night."

With his low voice, strong voice and ambiguous words, song Qingcheng felt that a heart was out of rhythm in an instant. Finally, blushing, he retreated from him.

Ji Zhengting is in a happy mood and writes on the paper.

Powerful handwriting, beautiful action, and finally form neat handwriting, every stroke is easy.

People who don't know him will surely think that he is a professional calligrapher. However, song Qingcheng never knew that his calligraphy was so good. She was completely stunned.

Even the people nearby clapped and cheered.

Soon, a pair of words came out. Ji Zhengting put down the pen in his hand, bent down, gently blew on it and dried the ink.

"This calligraphy is really good!" Some people are full of praise.

"Well, it's the first time I've seen someone write such a good hand."

"The point is that the meaning of the word is also good."

All around, give someone a good compliment.Song Qingcheng just came back to see what he wrote?

"One flower, one world, one season, one city."

Heart silently read those words, chest surging warm waves, as if to push her to the crest of the waves, let her feel a heart shaking.

A layer of hot mist on the fundus of the eye is a surprise and a touch.

"Little girl, it's from your boyfriend. Take it now." Uncle boss can see the drama of confession. Fold the pair of couplets that have been dried, put them in the box and give them to her.

Song Qingcheng recovered from the throbbing mood, took the things from the boss uncle, and asked: "uncle, how much should we pay you?"

"You don't have to pay for the money. It's just a blessing from uncle." The boss uncle is honest and honest, and he is also a sincere gift to them.

"What a shame." Song Qingcheng is shy.

"Two pieces of paper, a few drops of ink, rare your boyfriend wrote a good hand."

"Then I'm really not polite. Thank you, uncle Song Qingcheng bowed to Uncle happily.

Anyway, it's called uncle. It's also an elder. Bow to the elder, no problem.

……

After they left, song Qingcheng held the box in her arms and kept it as a treasure. Ji Zhengting holds her hand and protects her as a baby. Worry about her getting lost, and worry about her being touched.

Song's mother deliberately looked here and there, and walked slowly behind, not disturbing them. However, watching her daughter find such a person who knows how to love her and love her, she is also happy and relieved to be a mother.

Originally, song's mother wanted to take them directly to the house where they sold vegetables and fruits, but they were seen by the seller in the market. On the way of people coming and going, they called song Mu out loud.

Song's mother felt that someone was calling for her, so she followed the sound and looked over. She didn't expect that she really knew someone.