Chapter 217

The vinegar jars of that side have been knocked over all over the place, and the smelly girl who doesn't understand the customs continues to stir up the flames: "Mr. Chen is very kind. Just now I asked if I needed anything. He said that he and grandma Chen would return to the village for the festival in a few days, and said that they would write Spring Festival couplets for us. You always do..."

"Who wants him to write Spring Festival couplets?" Zhong Mingwei finally couldn't help but roar at the door, "I can't write!"

"I knew you would say that, hehe," the next second, ah Chou came in happily, with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, and walked to the Kang with a smile. "A few days ago, I saw someone selling Spring Festival couplets in the market, so I bought them together, bought red paper, and wanted to write Spring Festival couplets for you. Hehe, you can use them as expected."

The gift that can't be taken, finally caught the chance to send out, ah Chou's heart will be happy.

"I'm willing to buy donkey hide gelatin, but I'm willing to buy these messy things." Zhong Mingwei looked at the screwdriver, brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and couldn't help but stare at ah Chou.

"Look, you said this again..." Ah Chou was not satisfied, murmured in a low voice, took the pen and sent it to Zhong Mingwei. He was a little embarrassed and said, "do you have a look at this? The shopkeeper said that it's a mess. I don't know these things, and I don't know that you can't get used to them. "

"It's very good," said Zhong Mingwei, glancing at the cheap brush, nodding and glancing at the rough plain inkstone on the Kang. "It's all very good."

"Haha, I also think it's very good. I buy a lot of things, and the shopkeeper specially sent a pile of straw paper to me." ah Chou immediately smiled and took in a pile of straw paper while watching Zhong Mingwei eagerly. "Do you want to practice today?"

"OK," Zhong Mingwei nodded and looked at ah Chou with a smile, "but you have to polish my ink."

"But I won't. " Ah Chou rubbed his hands a little sheepishly.

"Come here, I'll teach you."

"Alas!" A Chou agrees to go back to his shoes and climb up to the bed.

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"Don't hold it too tightly. Don't be so stiff with your fingers," said Zhong Mingwei, looking at the ugly who was so nervous that he held his hand and said with a smile, "what's so nervous? You're going to break the brush. "

"I haven't had a pen before," said ah Chou, looking at Zhong Mingwei a little pitifully. "You don't know. When I see this screwdriver, I'm afraid of it. I'm afraid of it

"What is there to be afraid of? It's just like embroidery needle. Practice makes perfect. "Zhong Mingwei bowed his head and kissed ah Chou's bright forehead. Then he said softly," don't be afraid. I'll teach you how to write. "

Zhong Mingwei holds ah Chou's hand, and the tip of his trembling pen falls on the yellow straw paper. He scratched a little bit and wrote a "one" word. The brush is raised again. Ah Chou takes a long breath and looks at the crooked words on the paper. His face is disgusted: "you see, I have no talent."

"When I first wrote, was it uglier than this? Mr. Zhong Mingwei didn't dislike it, but comforted her. "Didn't he say that? Think of it as an embroidery needle. "

"How can it be compared with embroidery needle? For the first time, I used the embroidery needle. OK, "ah Chou murmured, but it was obviously not as lost as before. Then he took the pen and dipped it in the ink, and at the same time, he tilted his face to Zhong Mingwei and said," good master, you can teach me again! "

"You don't pay for tuition. Master wants to teach you anywhere." Zhong Mingwei said with a stout face.

"Is that enough?" A Chou leaned over and kissed the green and Yin chin of the man. He was timid.

"That's enough..." Zhong Mingwei said as he lowered his head and covered his ruddy lips.

Ah Chou, holding the brush in his hand, did not dare to move, but Zhong Mingwei was cheap and kissed him for a long time. Until ah Chou was out of breath, Zhong Mingwei was willing to get up and face the red face of ah Chou with a face full of food and contentment.

"Bah!" Ah Chou spat at him with a red face, and scolded in a low voice, "where is such a shameless teacher like you?"

"Only with you can I have no skin or face," Zhong Mingwei said with a low smile on his forehead. "What kind of words do you want to learn? Mr. A is in a good mood today. What does the little girl want to learn, Mr. A will teach her. "

"Zhong Mingwei." Ah Chou whispered.