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"Oh, it's okay, I don't dare to compare with Liu Shangshu." Jiuman put down his pen and said, "Will you write one too?"

Mu Chutong glanced at it, Jiuman had only copied a few lines of the scriptures, and there were still a lot left to write.Mu Chutong was too lazy to write, so he reasoned: "My handwriting is too ugly. Wouldn't it spoil the artistic conception to continue?"

Jiuman forced the brush into Mu Chutong's hand, and said, "What are you afraid of, let me see if you write a few words!"

Mu Chutong smiled and said, "You know I can write calligraphy?"

"That's all I know! Why don't you write it and try it out!" Jiuman's broken eyebrows were raised, resembling Yama.

Mu Chutong is not afraid of his expression now.He smiled and moistened the pen with gold ink, and continued to write a few words.Jiuman looked at the handwriting, as if he was studying something, and said, "Keep writing!"

Mu Chutong listened to him and continued writing.It's just that Mu Chutong hasn't practiced calligraphy for a long time, and his writing is blunt. Before writing a few lines, his hands are shaking non-stop.Jiuman snatched the pen from his hand and said, "Forget it, the first few characters are okay, but later they are written like earthworms!"

"I just said I don't know how to do it. Is everyone as proficient in piano, chess and calligraphy as big brother?" Mu Chutong gave Jiuman a thumbs up.

Jiuman opened his thumbs with a pen, and said, "When you mention 'earthworm', I get angry. That pretender actually thinks of giving me a beauty. I don't know what he is doing!"

Mu Chutong didn't want to understand the relationship between "earthworms" and "beauties", but he also knew that Jiuman's brain circuit was different, so he didn't delve into it, but asked, "Don't you like beauties the most? Why don't you accept his kindness?" already?"

Jiu Manyuan was still writing, and when he heard this, he paused his pen, looked sideways at Mu Chutong, and said, "I'm a dog? I won't be able to survive if I order something soon, right?"

"No, no, no..." Mu Chutong hurriedly smiled ingratiatingly, "How can it be? I think these days my eldest brother Tianqin, chess, calligraphy and painting are much quieter than that teacher who likes to pretend to be compared."

"Huh." Jiu Man stopped talking, and continued to copy, and when he was done, he flicked the pen, "Da Zhuang, come in!"

Da Zhuang came quickly.Jiuman tossed the scriptures, threw them in front of Da Zhuang, and said, "Find a nice box and pack it up, and send it to Shixian. I said that I have been practicing calligraphy recently, and I have gained a lot of experience. I thank you for this painting." He entertained them these days."

"Yes!" Big Zhuang agreed in a hurry, and started to look for the box.

Mu Chutong understood that when Ai asked if he wanted a beauty in the morning, Jiuman sent someone to deliver the scriptures in the afternoon, which meant that he was very capable of meditation and not always in heat.

Although I understand it in my heart, I can't say it.So Mu Chutong made a harmless joke: "There are still two lines of my crooked words on it, will it be rude to send it over?"

"That's right. Those two lines are really rude!" Jiu Man said to Da Zhuang again, "You, when you send this to Shi Xian later, remember to tell him the ugly two in the middle OK is not my handwriting! It was written by Mu Chutong!"

Mu Chutong didn't know what expression to make, he just smiled wryly.

Seeing that Da Zhuang had finished wrapping the gift, Jiuman pushed open the window and saw that it was still raining outside the window, so he told Da Zhuang: "The rain has become a bit heavy, be careful not to wet the paper inside.— —I think it’s better to find a plastic bag and pack it.”

Da Zhuang said bitterly, "Where did you find the plastic bags? The things in this idiot Kek Lok Tang are so frankly retro, and there are no plastic products!"

Mu Chutong listened, and suggested: "Then why don't you find a tung oil paper?"

Da Zhuang looked puzzled and asked, "What is tung oil paper?"

Mu Chutong replied, "It's the material for making oiled paper umbrellas."

The illiterate Da Zhuang looked bewildered: "What is an oil-paper umbrella?"

"What kind of umbrella! I can't stand your sissy!" Commander Jiuman said, "Isn't the paper on the bone-setting ointment also oiled paper?"

Da Zhuang patted his knee: "You said earlier that the dog skin is a plaster, so you can get it?"

Da Zhuang took out a stack of dog skin plasters from his luggage and pasted them all over the gift box. The operation was so neat and swift that Mu Chutong had no time to stop it.Da Zhuang ran out holding the gift box covered in "dog skin and cow dung".

Mu Chutong was really curious about Shixian's expression when he saw this gift box.

Jiu Man leaned closer to Mu Chutong, smiled and said, "Let me tell you, Da Zhuang is so funny!"

Seeing Jiuman approaching, Mu Chutong's heart pounded again, so he moved away an inch, thinking in his heart: Da Zhuang is not clever, but Jiuman is very kind and tolerant to him, because he thinks Da Zhuang is fun.Come to think of it, the reason why Jiuman treats me so well recently is because he thinks I'm funny, right?

Thinking of this reason, Mu Chutong felt a little uncomfortable.

Jiuman didn't notice Mu Chutong's psychology, and only said that it's cold in the corridor, so it's better to play chess there.Now that he said it, it was done.Lion Heart moved the chessboard and chess table to the bottom of the porch, and Jiuman and Mu Chutong sat there to play chess.

Da Zhuang came back soon, and I have to say that his feet are very fast. Everyone said that Da Zhuang is the most diligent in the whole club, and his body is healthy, so many people saw him and said, "A healthy person is a diligent person."

When Da Zhuang came back to Jiuman's residence, it was the first break of the shower, and the eaves were silently dripping water.The cat he saw sheltering from the rain under the eaves when he went out had gone.The cool wind after the rain rustled the maple ingots by the door—the ingot-shaped leaves on the crown of the tree also shook, throwing off little by little accumulated raindrops.The shade of the trees covered the wide porch, and Mu Chutong sat on the rattan chair with a tired face, obviously asleep.But the water droplets from the swaying branches and leaves and the eaves did not hit Mu Chutong's face. It turned out that Jiuman was holding an umbrella in his hand, which could cover the slanting rain.

Da Zhuang was about to step forward and shouted, "Don't be tired, big brother, let me come!".It was Lion Heart who grabbed Da Zhuang, covered Da Zhuang's big mouth that was about to open the wheat, and dragged him out of the yard.

Da Zhuang was dragged outside the door before he was let go. After taking a deep breath, he asked, "Brother Xin, it's wrong for you to do this! How can you let the big brother hold an umbrella?"

Lion Heart looked hesitant to talk, not knowing how to explain it, and asked after a long while: "How is the matter that Big Brother told you, how are you doing?"

Da Zhuang then said: "It's done. Shixian also gave me a tip, saying that I have made this trip for hard work. What a job!"

Lion Heart nodded and said, "Go to the kitchen and tell me that there will be an extra meal here tonight, and Brother Mu wants to stay here for dinner."

Da Zhuang looked at Lion Heart puzzled, and said, "Don't we have mobile phones? Why do we have to go to the kitchen? We don't have to live so old-fashioned like Shixian, it's so tiring."

"I tell you to go, so go!" Lionheart said angrily.

Da Zhuang suddenly realized: "Ah, I understand. Brother Xin wants to get me off, doesn't he? Okay, I'll go right away." After speaking, Da Zhuang walked away slowly.

As the sun sets, the golden light shines on the maple ingots, as if a gold ingot was born.Probably because the temperature had risen, Mu Chutong frowned, opened his sleepy eyes sleepily, and saw that Jiuman was also a little tired, with one hand resting on his cheek and the other holding an umbrella.Seeing that Mu Chutong woke up suddenly, Jiuman put the umbrella back with a slight surprise on his face.

Mu Chutong said in surprise, "Brother? Why are you sitting under the porch holding an umbrella? Is this some kind of religious ceremony?"

Jiuman said, "I'm admiring this umbrella!"

When Mu Chutong saw it, it was an Italian handmade black tiger umbrella, with a long golden lacquer handle and black cloth covered with gold prints.Mu Chutong immediately praised: "Wow, it's really worth admiring! It's so beautiful!"

Jiuman put away the umbrella and said, "Okay, let's go in!"

Said, put down the umbrella casually.Mu Chutong was very conscious of being a follower, so he took the umbrella in and said, "Wow, this golden umbrella handle is very solid and heavy."

Jiuman turned his wrist and felt that it was indeed a little stiff, but said: "Fortunately, it's not too heavy."