If the inkstone is taken away, then save the use of ink. However, the word "Yu" has many gestures, which is quite consuming ink. At least I finished writing the "Jin" below, but I was embarrassed when I encountered the word "huan".

Just after writing the radical, the ink was dry and the tip of the pen showed signs of a split end.

Just as I was about to dip ink, I heard the elder brother say, "Let's take a look after it after writing."

"Okay." Lao Wu finally tried to finish the whole text, "It seems that he can make do with it."

This is her first attempt to leave Feibai in regular script.

"How many years have you been writing "Duobao Pagoda"?" Ling Er carefully read every word she wrote, and finally concluded, "Among the ten words, I wrote three of them correctly, which is quite good. I can't just write regular script. I have to try cursive script. Let's start tomorrow, write cursive script."

"I know." Lao Wu shrugged and said that it doesn't matter. She can also write cursive script, but she only practices regular script most of her time. "Do you write about Wang Xizhi or Mi Fu?"

"If you like to write, write that one, it depends on your own interests." Ling Er did not expect Lao Wu to achieve great success in calligraphy. The reason why she was asked to learn calligraphy and other music and other dance classes was only one purpose, which was to polish her personality.

Lao Wu is smart, but he has an obvious shortcoming that he has no personality. Whether in this life or this life, he has such a personality.

Ling Er hopes that art can destroy her temperament and make her more patient.

Lao Wu wrote for a while, but stopped writing anymore. After cleaning the desktop, he had to use a brush to brush.

Chen Weiwei said, "I'll make it for you."

"Sister-in-law, you have a break. I can do it myself every day." Lao Wu is not stupid. She has reason to believe that if she really asks her sister-in-law to help her brush, Ling Lao Er can scold her to death and sacrifice to the sky!

She is not without eyesight, and her elder sister has long told her to respect her sister-in-law and love her sister-in-law, and not compete with her.

If you have the temper and ability, you will find Ling Lao Er to let him go.

As usual, I brushed the brush in the mop pool at the door and put it back into my bedroom.

After coming out of the bedroom, Chen Weiwei asked her, "Did you take a shower? Change your clothes and wash them off while you have time."

It's only eight o'clock now!

The fifth brother usually takes a shower and goes to bed at 90 o'clock, and the TV series she likes will be broadcast soon, so where can she have time to take a shower?

She wanted to say this, but when she saw Ling Lao Er's glaring eyes, she couldn't say anything to her sister-in-law.

"Well, I'll go now." Lao Wu shrank his neck and went back to the house to find clothes, then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The TV series is about to start, so she has to wash it faster.

It’s not bad to have a sister-in-law, but it’s not bad to Ling Lao Er spoil his wife like this!

As anxious as Ling Lao Er, he has no time to deal with Lao Wu’s little thoughts.

Sitting on the sofa, he was not very interested in the "War of the Battle for the Bundesliga" that Lao Wu watched. After all, he had watched it several times, but he occasionally watched the TV screen.

Chen Weiwei is still mopping the floor.

"It's been three times."

Ling Er couldn't help but say.

"It's raining soon, it's wet, the house is unclean, and the hair is full of hair." Chen Weiwei said.

"There is no need to wipe it like this." Ling Er said.

"The walls of several rooms upstairs are moldy." Chen Weiwei disagreed with Ling Er's opinion.

Ling Er smiled and continued to sit on the sofa, hoping that Lao Wu's TV series would end quickly.

Lao Wu didn't go to bed, Ling Er had reason to believe that Chen Weiwei wouldn't go to bed either.

Fortunately, Lao Wu was tactful. After the TV series ended, he stopped watching late-night movies. He hugged the bear in his arms and hugged the pillow and returned to his house.

It's late at night.

Ling Er was afraid that she would be embarrassed, so he went back to the bedroom first.

Ten o'clock

Impatient, turn around

Intellectuals, even when they are lying on the bed, love to study.

The door is open and the window is open, and the pages are flipping

Ling Laoer has read the glorious work of Lenin for the fifth time "On the Trade Unions, the Current Situation and the Mistakes of Trotsky and Bukharin".

The more workers want to earn more money, the more they cannot do without capitalist exploitation, and become capitalist slaves driven by the desire for money and enjoy 996 blessings.

Trade unions were created under the socialist concept, but in the end they were used by capitalism and became tools for advanced politicians.

Now, he has become a big player in interest groups.

The surname "Zi" and "She" are no longer important. What is important is who will benefit.

It is beneficial to him, Ling Lao Er, and his butt will definitely not be crooked.

Eleven o'clock.

The wind blew outside the window.

The door that was not closed was rumbling back and forth

"Close the door." Chen Weiwei came in.

"It's okay, are you busy?" Ling Er's inner excitement could only cover up with his silly face.

He wanted to be a dog licking, but he was afraid of scaring his wife.

"Well." Chen Weiwei entered the house with great courage. She knew what she was going to face.

Does she like him?

like.

Does she love him?

She has married him and will be a lifelong man.

I felt annoyed, my hands refused to be idle, and I had to wipe the stains on the TV cabinet in the house.

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and Ling Er yawned, and he saw in a daze that she was still cleaning the windowsill.

This day

One sleep relieves a thousand worries.

In the confused state, he felt the softness, and then he felt in a dream.

When he woke up, he suddenly realized something and struggled to open his eyes.

There was no movement next to it.

His panties are gone.

He did not sleep until she did not sleep.

I wanted to speak, but I still didn't say anything and went to the toilet.

After coming back, hesitated, "Do you want some water?"

"Thank you." She turned on the light, the quilt wrapped around her body, revealing only her messy hair.

Anyway, what happened to me, everyone knows what happened. I'm so shy!

He wants to die!

Tear her quilt?

Forget it!

This wife is not good.

The two of them lay quietly together like this.

Ten minutes, maybe half an hour

Ling Er turned on the light that had been turned off again, got off the bed, opened the door under the TV cabinet barefoot, and his real estate certificate, bank card, and equity certificate inside.

Finally, the hand holding the thing stopped.

What if he thought he was misunderstood and thought she was the kind of woman who wanted money?

His wife is very sensitive

Lying on the bed again, hesitated for a while, "I like you, I like you since I first met you."

"Yeah." She hesitated for a while before responding to this word.

"No," Ling Er finally lost his patience, "Do you hate me so much?"

Stubbornness came up in such a moment.

"No, no," she waved her hand in a hurry.

Instead, she was afraid that she would misunderstand.

"I'm sorry." He shouldn't have forced her like this, and hugged him, "I love you, we should be the last of our lives."

Although he could not fully understand her fear, he could also know a rough idea.

ps: It was originally a short story, but now it has 380,000 words, and about 400,000 should be almost the same. The old man will give me some advice, should I finish the old hat and the big guy come out to prepare a new book in half a year
Chapter completed!