Chapter 132 Taste

Ye Jing looked at him adoringly.

"Brother, you are so philosophical in your words, and the three views are so upright. I really want to learn from you."

"Then I advise you to read more books, so that when you praise others, you won't just use such superficial vocabulary as yah yah." Jing Qingzhang stood up, walked to the end of the bookshelf, and took out a book.

"Is it a treasure book?" Ye Jing looked expectant.

A complete collection of idioms appeared on the stage.

"What do you mean? I'm already past the age of reading a complete collection of idioms."

"You don't care about your age when you read a book, but whether you need it or not. You need it very much now. I hope that next time you praise me, you will at least use idioms instead of modal particles." Jing Qingzhang rubbed her cheek gently. head.

"What's so difficult about this? I see that you are suave and suave. You look talented and imposing. At first glance, you are well-educated, erudite and talented, and you are a dragon and phoenix among people who have learned both ancient and modern times."

He stopped awkwardly with the hand rubbing Ye Jing's head.

I seem to have fallen in love with a fool, which is really not a very good thing.It is easy to eliminate illiteracy, but it is difficult to eliminate fools.

"You can't use all idioms, you can use more parallel sentences."

"You are so demanding, you used to be a teacher, maybe a Chinese teacher!" Ye Jing looked disgusted. "What's wrong with parallel sentences?"

Ye Jing lowered his voice.

"You are a romance in the world, you are a bowl of iced plum soup in midsummer, you are"

Before she could finish speaking, his mouth was covered by him.

"Okay, okay, I can't stand the embarrassment of what you said."

"Aren't I proving my literary accomplishment to you? I hate people suspecting that I am illiterate. I just speak in a more down-to-earth way. This is not an aspect that you can attack me. I still have literary content." , I read a lot of books when I was young, and strictly speaking, I am also half an intellectual."

"When I was a child?" Jing Qingzhang grasped the point keenly. "You remember?"

"What do you remember?" No matter how slow Ye Jing was, he still came to his senses.

But she couldn't explain it to the person in front of her, so she simply pretended not to know anything.

"Did you just say that you remembered something when you were a child?"

"I don't know. I don't know why I said this. Is it because you always disliked me for not changing my cultural literacy, so I often say this to you." Ye Jing continued to pretend to be confused.

"It's nothing, it's okay if you don't remember it, I won't talk about your culture in the future."

"I'm talking to you about this, mainly because I hope you can take me out." Ye Jing took his arm coquettishly.

"If I take you out, what can you give me?" He ignored the night scene and continued to read.

"You are so alien to us as a husband and wife. I will write you a picture. How about calligraphy? I was pretty good at calligraphy when I was young, but you probably don't like these. How about it? Let me dance for you. Look good. gone."

"You know how to write calligraphy, so I happen to be missing a hanging calligraphy and painting in my study." Jing Qingzhang looked up with interest.

"I'll just talk casually, bragging."

"How can you go back on what you said, I will prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for you." He didn't mean to give up.

A quarter of an hour later, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the coffee table had been set.

This fucking is trying to drive the ducks to the shelves.

Nightscape clenched his fists.

"You said that I only need to write a calligraphy and painting for you, and you will take me out."

"really."

"Then I'll write it for you. Writing is not easy, it's something you can do with your hands."

Push the case and declare it flat, and write a pen for a literary and ink romance.

The posture of the night scene is very full, and it looks like he can really write calligraphy.

Jing Qingzhang looked at him so calmly, and for a moment really doubted that she was a calligrapher. Of course, it would be even more fragrant if she held the pen correctly.

After 5 minutes, the calligraphy and painting are completed.

"Come on, let's see the finished product."

Dozens of ugly and crying characters appeared on the rice paper.

"You are also a talent to be able to write like this. How long has it been since you held a pen?"

"I don't usually need to write either." Ye Jing looked pitiful. "You said to finish a calligraphy and painting for you, then take me out."

"It is true that I promised you, but the premise is Zihua, do you call it calligraphy and painting? You call it a waste of paper." His criticism did not leave any room for it.

"Hey, can't you be gentler to your wife? How ugly am I? You can do what you want, can your handwriting look as good as mine?"

"Grinding." Jing Qingzhang rolled up his sleeves.

Ye Jing who was grinding burst out from behind him, slowly holding his hand.

"You held the brush in the wrong posture just now. How can you write well like this? The brush should be this big, with one finger pointing up and one pointing down."

"Are you trying to get close to me on purpose?" Ye Jing blushed a little from being hugged.

"Sometimes you can stop the frequency of narcissism occasionally." He leaned against Ye Jing's ear and bowed his head. "Concentrate on the paper"

"You're teasing me on purpose."

"Write down softly, you are about to puncture the paper just now, with each stroke lightly, you have to lift the pen lightly, but in this character, such as the word Jue, you should have a feeling that he wants to fly. feeling up."

"My words just now feel like flying."

"You only need to fly with this stroke, and all the words you just said will fly out." Jing Qingzhang's tone was quite severe.

"Aren't you teasing me? Why are you so serious?"

"I said, I'm not teasing you, I'm teaching you how to write, and I'm very serious when I teach people." Jing Qingzhang sighed.

"Why are you so serious? Our young couple is not a relationship between a student and a teacher. It's like a class. Why, it's just for flirting."

Ye Jing turned his head and smacked Jing Qingzhang's cheek, and he took a step back in fright.

Ye Jing grabbed his hand and put it back on his face.

"Teach me with this posture, no matter how aggressive you are, I'll still kiss you." Ye Jing's attitude was very arrogant.

There was a happy smile on the corner of his lips, and the body holding Ye Jing tightened even more.

"Okay, okay, just call it that, I won't hurt you anymore, let's continue writing, shall we?"

Ye Jing, who was so competitive, completely forgot about going out.

She got sleepy halfway through the word practice, really sleepy, and looked down at the watch on her wrist, it was 2 o'clock in the morning.

"Old night owl, if you don't sleep or don't sleep, I'm going to sleep, hug me to bed." Ye Jing wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Okay, let's sleep together." Jing Qingzhang was very satisfied with his new status as a tool man.

As soon as he carried Ye Jing out of the door, he saw the butler carrying the food.

Ye Jing picked up a piece of mille-feuille cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

"tasty."

(End of this chapter)

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