wine is character

The two returned to Mu Su's house. As soon as Mu Su sat down, before he took out all his homework, he exaggeratedly shouted, "Ah...my hand is injured, so I can't do my homework."

"Your left hand injury doesn't prevent you from writing with your right hand." Qingfeng shook the wrist of his right hand. "If you can't press the paper, I can find a paperweight for you."

"Who wants a paperweight? It's not writing with a brush." ​​Mu Su's face was obviously disappointed that he didn't escape this time, so he picked up the pen and wrote the characters like worms writhing around.

Qingfeng didn't like that, just watched quietly for a while, and finally said jokingly, "Everyone speaks like a person, this word is so ugly, what does a person look like?"

"This character is so ugly. Others say that my calligraphy is... the style of a general." Mu Su's heresy made Qingfeng laugh, and he said plausibly, "Have you seen those great calligraphers? What did some people write? I can’t even understand it, but everyone agrees that this kind of thing can only be understood but not expressed in words.”

"Oh?" He leaned halfway on the table, and raised his handsome right eyebrow, "That means that after a hundred years or so, at a calligraphy exhibition, someone will hang up your Musu's style of the general, although it's also nothing People can understand it, but the style of a general doesn’t care about trifles.”

"Hey, you are laughing at me!" Musu took the end of the pen and poked Qingfeng's abdomen, "I know you are laughing at me."

"The style of a general is to have the courage to swallow hundreds of rivers. If you tickle me again, be careful, and I will make you recite a hundred more words."

"If you don't scratch, don't scratch. A man can stretch and shrink." Mu Su proudly raised his chin and sat up straight, causing Qingfeng, who was drinking water, to choke hard.

After the tutoring, Qingfeng was about to tidy up his things and go home, but when he got up, the hem of his clothes was slightly pulled, and Musu pinched a corner with two fingers, hesitating to speak.

"I failed the exam and asked me to intercede for you?"

One sentence irritated him, "I haven't started the exam yet!"

"Is there anything you can't say?"

"Here, this is for you!" Mu Su fumbled in his schoolbag, took out several light pink, dark pink, light yellow, bright yellow envelopes, fanned them out and handed them over.

"It's still popular to be a tutor and participate in lottery activities." Qingfeng's joke was not funny, and Musu rolled his eyes, "I accidentally slipped my mouth today, and some girls in the class next to ours asked me to give you the letter." .”

"Okay, then you can do me another favor." Qingfeng didn't look repulsive, and Musu heaved a sigh of relief. He thought that this kind of academic bully would be very disgusted with this kind of interruption. "Say!"

"Help me send the letter back." Without even taking the letter, he stretched out his hand and squeezed Musu's cheek fiercely, "In this way, no one will harass you to deliver things in the future."

"Hey!" Mu Su pouted angrily, and cast a contemptuous look, "Isn't it a pleasure to have a girl send you a love letter?"

"The words are good, but why do you look so unhappy?" Pointing to Musu's forehead, Musu pushed away and poked vigorously on that spot, "Didn't you receive it?"

"I..." This time, talking about Musu's depression, I have received love letters, but they are all abnormal ones. A while ago, there was a boy in the lower grade who sent love letters, thinking that he was a girl.Musu was skinny and not very obedient in school, and he didn't study well, so few girls at this stage of junior high school thought he was a piece of cake, and only those blind men chased him.

"You return it yourself. Anyway, I have never taken back the things I sent out, including love letters." After saying this, I felt that it was not right. Why did it sound a bit ambiguous? "I mean take it back to those girls. You must hate me to death."

"Then let you here, I'll go first."

Qingfeng walked out of Musu's house. Musu stood in front of the glass window and looked at the dim figure moving towards the gate in the community downstairs. He sighed and breathed hot air on the glass, blurring the scene outside.

"Those girls are pretty good..." He also inquired about it. Some people in the high school had a completely different evaluation of Qingfeng from him, saying that he was withdrawn, arrogant, and unworldly. No one can think of a person like Tan Qingfeng, who is really like air. He doesn't have any friends in the high school, and he is so busy that in Musu's eyes, he has almost nothing.

Fortunately, because of their good grades, some girls in their junior high school who are obsessed with some idol dramas and comics and don't know much about the actual situation are very fond of Tan Qingfeng. When they heard that it was Musu's family Teacher, I received several letters in the morning.

Thinking of this, Musu suddenly stared at those letters angrily, bit them like a puppy, and then threw them into the wastebasket twice, dying of drought and waterlogging.

At this time, the phone rang, but I didn't see the call, and the answer was "I have something to say, I'm bothering you, sir."

There were two chuckles from the other end, "I know you're annoying, but are you interested in going out for a meal?" The voice was very familiar, and when I took the phone away, I realized it was Tan Ling.

Tan Ling took him to a western restaurant. Although Musu was sitting in the private room, he was still a little uncomfortable. How could the big bastard in their family take him to eat western food? Habits cannot be learned.

"Left hand...fork...right hand..." Mu Su suddenly lost the distinction between left and right, lowered his head and muttered something, as if hoping that the knife and fork could move by itself.