Chapter 236

"Really?" Gu Yixiu looked up with a smile, "my handwriting is really better than my mother's?"

"It's true." Bai ruotong nodded his nose and spoiled him.

The smart eyes turned slightly. Gu Yixiu picked up the Lanhao on the inkstone and handed it to Bai ruotong: "mother, write a look, otherwise Yixiu won't believe it!"

When Bai ruotong heard the words, he had to hold the wolf's hair and pick his eyebrows and say, "what do you want me to write?"

"This is the one above. My mother can copy it at will." Gu Yixiu put a collection of poems in Bai ruotong's hands.

After holding a collection of poems, Bai ruotong wrote in his book:

Want to send sorrow heart Shuo wild goose side, west wind turbid wine miserable from Yan. It's cloudy in the yellow flower season.

Ancient garrison beacon smoke fan Shouhou, sunset village solution Anshan. I don't know how many people are still fighting（ Note: huanxisha

After copying, Bai ruotong stopped writing and handed the words to Gu Yixiu. Gu Yixiu looked at them and said with a smile, "mother's words are as crooked as caterpillars."

Bai ruotong's face turned red and frowned angrily. He poked Gu Yixiu's head and said, "you don't believe that my words are not as good as you. Do you believe it now?"

She has not been influenced by calligraphy since childhood. How can she write beautiful characters.

"Believe it, believe it!" Gu Yixiu laughs naively, without any irony, "but mother is really powerful. If you turn it casually, you will turn to one of my father's favorite words."

"Your father loved the word?" Bai ruotong choked, "this word is so sad. Why does your father like it?"

"Sad? Xiuer can't see it. Xiuer doesn't recognize what it says. " Gu Yixiu flattened his mouth.

"You don't know? Why copy? Even if you copy it, you'll soon forget it. " White Rutong road.

Gu Yixiu spat out his tongue and complained: "it's not required by my father. My mother told me what this word means?"

Bai ruotong chuckled and said in a soft voice: "it's about the scene of longing for the villagers and the cruelty of the battlefield. You don't understand it even if you say it. In a word, the whole story is about wine and lovesickness and tears. How can it be a sad word?"

Gu Yixiu understood, shrugged his head and lay on the table: "Alas! I don't like the poems my father likes. It's too hard to remember. I don't like the poems my master reads. I like the simple ones! "

Bai ruotong had no choice but to smile and scrape his nose: "whether you like it or not, you have to copy your words and do your homework. Otherwise, your father will blame you. I don't want to guarantee you."

When Gu Yixiu heard the speech, he pouted his little mouth, took the Langhao from Bai ruotong, and wrote it on the desk.

……

The west of the town, Yongning courtyard.

Bai Yinling sat in the hall, holding tea in her hand, but she didn't move. Her eyes were slightly moist, as if she were thinking about something, and her expression was lax. Bai lingyao took a look and said, "my sister is here to greet the old lady today. She hasn't come yet. How can she feel sad?"

Bai Yinling turned her eyes, lowered her head to wipe away the tears that had not yet fallen, and said in a soft voice, "nothing, just a little sad suddenly."

"What are you grieving about?"

As soon as the voice fell, the old lady's voice rang out from the curtain. Bai Yinling quickly got up and helped the old lady into the sitting room.

"Yinling, if you have anything to think about, tell my old lady that she will make the decision for you." The old lady was hanging her voice and holding her granddaughter's hand painfully.