Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

At around one o'clock in the morning, Cui Sanning and Lin Langyin were lying on the bed.

Lin Langyin picked up her phone and looked through the photos Jiang Xiannan had taken of her during the day.

He handed it to Cui Sanning and said, "I have been taking pictures of other people, and today I suddenly saw myself in other people's lenses."

"Sang Sang, it turns out that I am so happy in the eyes of others."

Cui Sanning looked at the photo, bohemian, passionate and free: "Yes, your eighteen-year-old expectations are being realized."

Lin Langyin turned around: "Why is it being implemented?"

She thought it was almost done.

Cui Sanning shook his head: "You can be happier, far more than now."

Lin Langyin closed her eyes. She hugged Cui Sanning and vowed: "Yes, I can do it."

Cui Sanning pulled the quilt and covered her.

I always knew you could do it. That day you said that from today on, you just want to raise yourself.

"Ayin, you did it."

Tears fell from the corners of Lin Langyin's eyes and wet the pillow. She once thought that she was destined to die in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, in the Lin family's dirty sea filled with the smell of corpses.

Fortunately, she met a very good person.

…………

On this day, Cui Sanning was in class at Qingdao University. In class, everyone appreciated a piece of calligraphy written by Liu Gong. The students discussed Liu Gong's regular script with her.

After class, Cui Sanning and Lin Langyin walked out together.

Jiang Xiannan said: "Sister Sang Ning, can you write regular script?"

Cui Sanning nodded: "I know a little bit, but I will write more in thin gold style."

Huizong's thin gold handwriting is thin but not weak, elegant and powerful, also known as iron painting and silver hook.

Jiang Xiannan said proudly: "My uncle learned Liu Gong's regular script, and his writing is so beautiful!"

"The invitations for my parents' wedding were all handwritten by him, and they are all treasured!"

"Normally my grandpa wouldn't write if he wanted to."

Cui Sanning stopped, glanced sideways, and said in a soft tone, "Has Third Uncle learned this since he was a child?"

Jiang Xiannan took it for granted: "Of course."

Unable to explain what it was like, Cui Sanning suddenly asked her, "Are your allergies better?"

"What allergy?" Jiang Xiannan was confused. When did she become allergic?

Cui Sanning continued to walk forward: "It's nothing, I remembered it wrong."

How could a person who can write regular script not be able to hold a pen? And with his status, he is not said to be good at it, but at least he can do it.

Why didn't I think of this level at the time?

But why did the third uncle lie to himself? Is it fun?

Also, was it really just to buy myself slippers after going around for so long that day?

Quan Yu's car was already waiting at the school gate. When he saw them coming out, he got out of the car and opened the door.

Jiang Xiannan whispered in Cui Sanning's ear: "My uncle has been treating me better and better recently, and I'm not used to it."

This sentence has been misleading Cui Sanning. His kindness to her is the same as Jiang Xiannan's. Because he is a junior, she will not think in other directions no matter what.

Quan Yu looked at them: "What are we talking about?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Xiannan denied it.

She let go of Cui Sanning's arm: "I won't go back with you, I have something else to do."

Quan Yu asked: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Xiannan took a taxi on the side of the road with his bag on his back and said casually: "You should stay out of the affairs of beautiful girls."

After watching her get into the car, Quan Yu looked at Cui Sanning and saw her looking at him with a half-smile.

"What's wrong?" Quan Yu looked at himself

Cui Sanning didn't say anything and got into the car first.

Feeling something was wrong, Quan Yu glanced at her several times along the way. Even Assistant Liu in the passenger seat noticed it and looked up in the rearview mirror several times.

Just when Quan Yu was about to ask, he suddenly heard her softly speaking: "I heard from Nan Nan today that my third uncle writes excellent regular script."

After it was over, Quan Yu looked at her eyes with a gentle smile, knowing that he would be exposed sooner or later, but he didn't expect to come so early.

When they were quiet, Assistant Liu in front immediately praised him: "Yes, Mr. Quan's regular script is well-known in the industry."

Cui Sanning nodded, looked at Quan Yu and said, "It seems that I am ignorant and ignorant."

Quan Yu glanced at Assistant Liu indifferently, making him tremble with fright.

After thinking for a while, Quan Yu finally spoke and said seriously: "I can read regular script, but I can't do thin gold."

"I wanted to imitate your slim gold body that day."

I don’t believe you. Cui Sanning slightly closed the distance and said with a smile: “Really? I thought the third uncle couldn’t even hold a writing brush.”

"I will." Quan Yu looked at her seriously. He would accept whatever she wanted.

Cui Sanning asked him: "It's wrong to lie to people, right, third uncle?"

"Well, I'm sorry." Quan Yu waited for her decision.

"Just a word of apology?" Cui Sanning pretended to be surprised.

Quan Yu was a little confused about her thoughts: "Okay, what do you want?"

Having achieved his goal, Cui Sanning raised his hands, palms facing up, and said with a smile: "I also want a copy of Third Uncle's calligraphy."

All the little thoughts are just for this.

She loves calligraphy and painting treasures. No matter the dynasty, each generation has its own unique characteristics.

To her, these things were much more precious than those jewels and jade.

Quan Yu looked at the hands spread out in front of him and chuckled. After a moment, he raised his hands and gently placed them on them: "Okay."

Cui Sanning's eyes turned into crescent moons, soft and delicate.

"Thank you, uncle."

Quan Yu finally saw it, she wasn't angry at all, and what was originally meant to be an apology to her became a gift in her eyes, as if she had received a huge benefit.

Cui Sanning was only happy now. She was full of expectations for the regular script she was about to get.

As for anger, there is no anger in the first place. There will be many things that make you angry in your life. Such small things are nothing.

What's more, he is the third uncle, so he is different from others.

Just like my brother who teases me every now and then since childhood, he is someone who would rather get hurt than hurt you, so there is nothing to be angry about.

Just as he was happy, Cui Sangning suddenly turned his head, his eyes full of expectation: "Uncle, can you draw? If so, can you give me one?"

She looked like a child asking him: "Can you give me another piece of your candy?"

Quan Yu thought about whether he could draw or not, and after a moment he came to the conclusion: "No."

He was indeed not good at drawing, but he happened to be particularly talented at drawing her.

As for those paintings, now is not the time to show them to her.

Cui Sanning's eyes flashed with disappointment, and he said eagerly: "I heard that Mr. Quan is good at painting."

Quan Yu was amused by her tact, and she almost didn't ask him directly why he didn't inherit his father's talent for painting.

He sat up straight and looked at her aggrieved look.

Quan Yu coughed twice. Cui Sanning looked up at him and heard him say, "Although I haven't inherited any talent, I can still get two of his paintings."

Cui Sanning moved her position, closing the distance between her and him. She pinched his sleeve with her slender fingers and asked tentatively: "Can I have it?"

She continued: "It's not free, I can give it to you..."