This study was specially designed for them to study together in the past. There were three long mahogany tables inside. The only difference was that the table that belonged to her was now empty and there was no place at all. The other two had brushes of different lengths and rolls of cooked rice paper on the long tables of the other two.

At this time, Su Bei and He Xiyan were standing in front of their desks, laying out a piece of rice paper, and writing calligraphy.

Su Bei wrote for a while and found her coming in. He stopped writing and shouted, "Zhizhi, what are you doing there? Come and see me write."

Wu Zhizhi went over and stood beside him.

The beautiful fingertips of northern Jiangsu hold a long brush with the pen tip, and the ink falls on the paper, flowing water.

Wu Zhizhi watched from the side and nodded frequently, "It's well written, and it's much better than before."

"Where am I your opponent?" Su Bei smiled a little shyly, "In the past, my dad always praised you for writing well, but I was always scolded."

"You have made a lot of progress now. But I haven't gotten a pen for more than a year. I probably don't know how to write it now."

"Do you want to try it?" Su Bei picked a wolf hair and gave it to her.

Wu Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, and when he realized that he had already caught the wolf's hair.

"Write running script?" Su Bei smiled in his eyes.

"Lantingxu?"

"Well, you should still remember the content?"

"Remember." She nodded, and the smile on the corner of her lips seemed to be very nostalgic.

The black pen and ink fell on the paper, and the silk was connected. Su Bei wrote: When he was tired of his feelings, his feelings were moved with the situation, and his feelings were related to it.

Wu Zhizhi smiled slightly, raised his slender hand next to him, and wrote: What he likes and looks down, he has become a trace, and he still has to be happy with it.

"Zhizhi, you haven't regressed, the words you wrote are still so beautiful." Su Bei looked at her, his eyes lit up amazingly.

Wu Zhizhi's smile on the corner of her lips became obvious, "Really?"

"Really!" He looked sure.

"Xiaobei, come out and you have used up the soy sauce at home. Go downstairs to buy a bottle." Song Huifang's voice came into the study and called Su Bei.

"Okay, that's it." Su Bei responded and said to Wu Zhizhi: "Mom told me to buy soy sauce."

"You go."

"Well, I'll be back soon." He put down his pen and left in a good mood.

Only Wu Zhizhi and He Yanxi were left in the room.

He quietly wrote his own calligraphy without moving.

Wu Zhizhi glanced at him, lowered her head, and turned the wolf's hair in her hand, writing: Life and death are great. Isn't it painful!

"The word "is too floating." At some point, He Xiyan appeared behind her and commented condescendingly.

Wu Zhizhi was slightly stunned and turned around.

The 188-high He Xiyan stood behind her, blocking the light above her head, and the eyes under the lens were shallow gloom.

Wu Zhizhi didn't know what to say.

He showed displeasure of being ignored in his eyebrows. He took the pen in her hand and wrote a line of graceful and elegant running script next to the rice paper. He was calm and composed and had a great style.

"You wrote very well before, but now you can't read it." The words of thin lips escaped, which were sharp blades pierced on her soft heart.

Wu Zhizhi's heart twitched for a moment, and the confidence he had just gathered slowly dissipated, and he said idlely: "Yes, I haven't picked up a pen for more than a year, so I haven't known where I have retreated."

"Is this something to be proud of?" He raised his eyes, his emotions were very weak, almost nothing.

Wu Zhizhi was slightly stunned and shook her head, "Of course not."

"Then why always mention it?"

She couldn't answer, put down the wolf's hair, and left the edge of the table with her fingers, wanting to leave.

These two people, one is always aggressive and the other, always defeated her confidence.

This is why she avoided them. She always felt like a bullet-eating person. She shot her on the left and shot her on the right. Her heart was like a bloody hole, bloody and scarred everywhere.

"Why have you been hiding from me and Subei?" A voice that was always alienated sounded behind him.

Wu Zhizhi stopped, and the corners of his lips were tightly tight.

"We hate you very much?" He Xiyan's voice was as cold and emotional as ever.

She trembled slightly, bit her lower lip, and finally, she said the long-worried decision, "I may not be able to take the college entrance examination. Sorry, I broke our promise before the third one."

"Can we not always mention him?"

Wu Zhizhi bit her lower lip and sighed, "If you don't mention it, you won't change anything."

"Is it because of money?"

"What?"

"Is it because of money?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhizhi's heart, which was already in pain, seemed to be pressed down by a hand. She closed her eyes in pain, and her tone was unprecedentedly cold, "No, it's because I am not enterprising and don't want to go to school anymore."

"I'm asking you seriously, don't mess with me."

"No excuse, it's true. I don't want to study anymore. It's too hard and meaningless." Anyway, even after finishing college, I still have to come back here. This is her root and her family needs her care.

"If it's because of money, I can..."

"No!" She had rejected him before he finished speaking, and her tone was cold, "It has nothing to do with money, it's just that I have become bad myself. You don't have to pity me, I don't need to."

After saying the last sentence, she walked out of the study.

I have made a decision, but when I say it, I still feel heartbroken.

My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe.

When high school is over, her life will completely part with them. The childhood sweethearts of nearly ten years will be buried as the end of high school.

*

After dinner, Wu Zhizhi stood up and said goodbye. Song Hye-fang picked up some specialties and wanted to take them home for Wu Zhizhi.

Wu Zhizhi didn't want it, and said she had it at home, so she pushed and shoved Song Hye-fang at the entrance.

Wu Zhizhi always thought this custom was amazing. She fought and fought like a fight, but she couldn't avoid it, mainly because she felt it was troublesome to bring it back.

Su Bei went to the room and took the first-year high school note to Wu Tong, "Zhizhi, this is for your brother."

Wu Zhizhi stopped Song Hye-fang's move to stuff a bag into her hand and took the time to say to Su Bei: "Take it over quickly."

Subei rushed out quickly.

Wu Zhizhi also took the opportunity to push Song Hye-fang away and escaped from the door.

"Hey! You kid!"

Song Hye-fang wanted to chase after her, but was chattering behind her, which scared Wu Zhizhi so much that she pulled the door of her house tightly and refused to let her come out, "Okay, Master's wife, stop giving it to me, I'm back! Subei, help me press the elevator, hurry up!"

Su Bei smiled and pressed, "Just eat in one bag, is it like this?"

"No, I came here on a bicycle today. I don't want to take so many things back. It's too heavy." Song Hye-fang's enthusiasm diluted the spiritual harm He Yanxi had just given her.

She was already full of blood and resurrected. As soon as the elevator arrived, she grabbed the information bag from Su Bei's hand and rushed into the elevator, running away like a escape.

"Zhizhi, I'll give you there." Su Bei also rushed into the elevator.

Wu Zhizhi was about to say no, but he had already pressed the closing button and the elevator slowly went down.

There are only two of them in the sealed space.

Wu Zhizhi pursed her lower lip and stopped talking.

"Actually, you can ask your brother to come to my house to study. Xiyan and I can help you tutor him."

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Come on, here is Ergenjun, play a Q&A game with the babies.

Regarding the proposal of northern Jiangsu, Wu Zhizhi would choose after careful consideration?

A: Promise him.

B: Reject him.

C: Others.
Chapter completed!