The Two-Faced Side Character Fantasizes that I Love Him Everyday

   Chapter 118 Writing

   Qiushui suddenly found something in a book, she walked up to Wen Ran curiously, and asked curiously, "Is this the magic weapon of your Dengxian Mansion?"

   On the page of the book is painted a dark golden pestle that looks like it is made of metal, but this pestle is wrapped with red silk threads. This red is like the color of blood.

  Wen Ran thought for a while and said, "It seems to be a life-for-life."

   Qiushui wondered, "Such a vulgar and easy-to-understand name?"

   Wen Ran said: "This kind of thing is used for blood exchange. It is said that the people of our ancestor's generation got it by accident. Although it can save people, it can also kill people, so this thing is sealed in the Fengwu Pavilion."

   Although Dengxian Mansion is not richer than Cangyuan Valley, as the cultivating sect with the longest history, it has the deepest background among many sects. In the so-called Fengwu Pavilion, many harmful instruments are sealed.

  Zang Yuangu is the best at building things, and Qiushui is also good at casting utensils. She has never seen something like "one life for one life" before, so she was a little interested for a while.

  She asked Wen Ran a lot of things with this "Civil Book", and she didn't know if it would provide inspiration for her to make things in the future.

   Books in the Bookstore can only be borrowed by the disciples of this sect. Qiushui finished the Book of Instruments in a hurry, and left the Bookstore with Wen Ran.

   Qiushui had to drink medicine, so he went back to the medicine garden with Xiaobai first.

  Wen Ran dragged Shen Wu to sit on the stone bench in his yard.

   She put the three books she brought out on the stone table, then took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and placed them one by one in front of him.

  Shen Wu glanced at the things on the table one by one, he was like a good baby, looking at the pile of cultural people's things, his back was not straight, his hands were on his knees, he looked very restrained.

   He asked cautiously, "Ran Ran... don't we endorse it?"

   "I know that you have an unforgettable ability, so we won't endorse it today." Wen Ran sat beside him with a serious expression, "Keep your back straight."

  Shen Wu subconsciously sat up straight, but there was still no confidence in his black eyes.

  Wen Ran said: "The exam is not as simple as letting you endorse, but also writing and answering the questions. If you can't..."

   "Ran Ran, I will!" He suddenly seemed unwilling to admit defeat, and looked at her stubbornly, "I will."

  Wen Ran was silent for a while, then she curled her lips and smiled, "Of course, we Shen Jiaojiao can do everything, but I can't, what should I do?"

As she said that, she became distressed and sighed, "If my handwriting is not good, I will definitely be punished, and even if I am punished, I will definitely be laughed at by others. I want to practice calligraphy, but I practice alone. Words are so boring..."

   He glanced at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table unhappily, but when he saw Wen Ran who was distressed by this, he pursed his lips and said, "I will accompany Ran Ran to practice calligraphy."

   He hates practicing calligraphy, but if it's for her, he's willing to do nasty things.

  Wen Ran accompanied him for so long, how could he not see what he hated?

   Her heart softened, "Shen Jiaojiao, let's play a new game today, okay?"

"new game?"

   She nodded, "We are better at writing than anyone else, and we can't make mistakes."

   There was light in his eyes, "Can the winner let the loser do one thing?"

   "Yes, but you can't do too much!"

  Shen Bu pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, I won't let Ran Ran do anything too much."

   Although he speaks well, when he picks up the pen to write, it is another scene.

  It took him a long time to copy the contents of the first page of a book, but those black words were crooked on the white paper, and the lines were thick and thin, which was really appalling.

  Wen Ran remembered the first handwriting she wrote when she was a child, and it seemed to be better than what he wrote.

   In fact, the moment Shen Wu picked up the pen and put it down, he was very uneasy. Now, looking at Wen Ran holding the paper he wrote on, she didn't speak for a while, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

   Fingers scratched at the edge of the stone table unconsciously, and the fingernails of the index finger were worn with uneven nicks.

   His hand was suddenly held.

  Shen Wu's eyes trembled, and he didn't dare to look at her.

  Wen Ran said: "At first glance, this word is really bad!"

   He wanted to blink, but he dared not blink because he was afraid that water would fall out.

"However, if you look closely, the feeling will be different. This style is unrestrained and natural, with free and unfettered gestures. Those deliberately written and well-formed words seem to be the same, but Shen Jiaojiao's words are even more heavenly and earthly. Unconstrained, unique, unique, unique.”

  Shen Wu quietly lowered his eyes to look at her and asked in a low voice, "Really?"

   "Of course it's true!" She nodded heavily and asked him dissatisfiedly, "When did I lie to you?"

   His brows were filled with joy again, as if he had eaten the sweetest candy in the world, "Well, Ran Ran didn't lie to me."

"Shen Jiaojiao, let's change our game." Wen Ran stuck to his side and said with a smile, "It's just better than whoever writes, then I'm sure to lose, it's better for us to imitate whoever can. The person who imitates the opponent's handwriting well wins, so what?"

   He said, "Okay."

"Then I'll show you my calligraphy first." Wen Ran copied the calligraphy on a page of the book. Although it wasn't as famous as the famous one, it was also a beautiful small-style hairpin. She put the paper in front of him, "Just write it down. Try this."

  Shen Wu was very obedient, he picked up the pen again, and every time before writing, he had to take a careful look at her brushwork, so he wrote very slowly.

   There was a wind blowing, and a strand of the young man's broken hair hung down his side face, blurring a ray of light, but he didn't care at all, or maybe he was too focused and didn't notice it at all.

   Occasionally, when she raised her eyes and blinked, her long eyelashes also moved slightly, like the wings of a butterfly flapping lightly, and the breeze it brought blew into her heart.

   He is really good.

  Wen Ran watched him gradually fascinated. After a while, she reached out and pinned the strand of his hair behind his ear. When he looked over, she kissed him.

  Shen Wu opened his lips subconsciously so that she could kiss more deeply.

   This has become their habit, no need to ask why, no need to say more, an occasional little unknown detail can make each other like each other more.

   She seemed to catch a small butterfly with a gust of wind.

   He didn't know the secret joy in her heart, but he rejoiced at the intimacy she gave him.

   When the kiss was over, there were two more small fruits in her hand.

  The fruit is exchanged for a kiss, and he still remembers this equation firmly.

   But he used to give a bunch of them, but he has recently learned to be smart and knows that he can use two fruits for a kiss, so that the fruits he picks can be used for a long time.

  Wen Ran ate his fruit, she stood up and took his hand, "Shen Jiaojiao, I'll teach you to write with my pen, okay?"

   He pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay."

   She corrected the way he was holding the pen, and led him to write slowly, stroke by stroke, his hand was a little stiff and a little nervous.

   Finally, he couldn't help but said softly, "My handwriting is not good-looking, it doesn't matter if Ran Ran hits me."

  Wen Ran's expression paused.

   He raised his face, and the smile on the corner of his lips was too careful, "Ran Ran, don't be impatient with me, okay?"

   For some reason, Wen Ran's nose was a little sour, she turned her head and wiped her eyes, then looked at him again, extending her fingers to expand the smile on his lips into a sunny arc.

   "Shen Jiaojiao, Ran Ran will never lose patience with you, because the person Ran Ran hurts the most is you, remember?"

   He smiled contentedly, "Remember."

   (end of this chapter)