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This house must be lived in to be popular. After looking at the brand new house, Yu Xiaolian placed a thick stack of labels on the small kang table in front of Su Jingchen.

The reason why she came so late was to cut out labels for two more white paper books.

There is a free copy machine, so of course you have to let him write more, the more the better.

"Where's Su Jingyue?"

"Aunt Li said that there were a lot of things missing at home, so she went to the street to buy them, and Jingyue followed her." Su Jingchen said while studying ink.

After Su Jingchen dipped the brush into ink, Yu Xiaolian took out the label sample paper she brought.

"Write it like this?"

In order to make the label paper look high-end and classy, ​​Yu Xiaolian also painted a golden European pattern on the edge of the paper.

At first, she planned to paint orchids, roses, lilies and lavender according to the smell of the paste.

Later, she tried to draw a few and gave up decisively.

She underestimated the extent of her handicap.

The imagination is wonderful, but the reality is very disappointing.

She also paints European patterns in the simplest style, so she is handicapped.

The patterns I thought of in my mind were all elegant and beautiful, but once I drew them, they were no longer the same.

Yu Xiaolian nodded, "Well, just write it like this!"

Su Jingchen nodded and started writing.

After a while, I finished writing a piece and handed it to Yu Xiaolian to read.

Yu Xiaolian took it and looked at it, and was happy.

"Your brother also said that your handwriting is beautiful. Isn't this the same as my handwriting?"

I don’t see what’s good about it!

Su Jingchen frowned, "Didn't you say you should write it like this?"

Yu Xiaolian was surprised. It turned out that Su Jingchen thought that what Yu Xiaolian asked him to write was exactly the same as the label sample paper.

She said why the handwriting looked so familiar, and he copied her handwriting.

Taking a closer look, he found that even the European-style pattern she painted had an extra stroke, and he also copied it and added an extra stroke.

This man really uses himself as a printing press!

Yu Xiaolian snorted, "I came to you after saying that my handwriting was not good-looking, and you deliberately imitated my handwriting. Did you do this on purpose?"

Su Jingchen pursed the corners of his mouth to hide the smile that was about to overflow.

"It's my fault. I rewrite!"

Yu Xiaolian took out a golden colored pen and said, "I'll use this to draw the edges, and you can do the writing."

Su Jingchen nodded and quickly wrote the first one, "Rose freshener, what is a rose?"

Yu Xiaolian didn't know if there was such a thing as a rose in this world, but she didn't have difficulty lying. "Rose is the name of a wild flower."

Taking the note written by Su Jingchen, Yu Xiaolian looked at it.

The words written with the brush were actually thinner than those written with her signature pen. It was really unbelievable.

Comparing people to each other is so annoying.

God is inexplicably partial to some people.

Holding a golden pen, Yu Xiaolian sketched out a simple pattern with just a few strokes and completed a picture.

I wrote about dozens of pictures about rose detergent, and then started writing about lavender.

"What is lavender?" Su Jingchen asked.

"It's also a kind of wild flower." Yu Xiaolian continued to draw patterns without raising her head.

Is it so perfunctory? Su Jingchen laughed and didn't even bother to change his explanation.

Yu Xiaolian felt Su Jingchen's scrutinizing gaze, raised her head and met Su Jingchen's meaningful smile.

"Can I ask about this golden pen?"

"cannot!"

Yu Xiaolian handed over a stack of paper, "Write quickly, don't be lazy!"

Su Jingchen didn't ask any more questions, and began to write without complaint.

The two of them were busy writing, and the other was busy drawing, which created a sense of harmony.

It wasn't until Yu Changhe's voice sounded in the yard that Yu Xiaolian hurriedly said to Su Jingchen, "I'm going home first, and I'll come back tomorrow."

"I'll go to the academy during the day tomorrow. Uncle Yu won't let you come over at night. You don't need to come. I've written it and asked Aunt Li to send it to you."

Yu Xiaolian got off the kang and put on her shoes while saying, "Um...you don't need to be in a hurry to write this. It's more important for you to study. I'm not in a hurry."

In fact, she was quite anxious, but her conscience just found out and she felt that it was not good to enslave Su Jingchen like this.

Su Jingchen nodded in agreement, "Go back quickly, Uncle Yu is waiting impatiently."

When Yu Changhe saw Yu Xiaolian, he frowned and said displeasedly, "I told you a long time ago not to come over here if you have nothing to do. It's better for you to stay here all afternoon. If I don't come to call you,

Don’t you know how to come back?”

Yu Xiaolian felt like the child who made a mistake and was scolded by his father without daring to reply.

Yu Changhe closed the wooden door to the second courtyard and continued, "I think this door is too redundant. I'm still thinking of guarding against others. I think they should guard against you."

Yu Xiaolian looked at Yu Changhe's tall figure sadly. Sun always always said that Yu Changhe was stupid, how could he be so stupid?

He said to her with a crackling sound.

"I just want Su Jingchen to help me write some label paper, what do you think? They should be careful about me. I am a yellow flower girl, not a flower picker."

Just when Yu Xiaolian said something harsh, Yu Changhe was hit on the head.

"Look at what you said. Whose girl talks about the flower picker?"

After being beaten, Yu Xiaolian covered her head and pouted.

She was wronged, but she didn't say it.

If you say anything, you will be stubborn, and if you are stubborn, you will be beaten.

Yu Changhe said sternly, "In short, you are not allowed to go to Su's house whenever you have something to do. Do you hear me?"

"I got it." Not wanting to suffer the immediate consequences, Yu Xiaolian decided to temporarily succumb to Yu Changhe's lustful power.

"Also, I just called you for a long time, why didn't you come out quickly? What are you doing so slowly?"

"Where did I delay? As soon as you called me, I put on my shoes tightly. After putting on my shoes, I came out."

Yu Changhe's eyes widened, "Wear shoes? You took off your shoes to get on the kang?"

Yu Xiaolian suddenly felt something bad, and even her voice lowered a bit, "It's so hot on the kang, how cold it is now."

Yu Changhe's eyes widened angrily, "Where's that boy of yours? He's on the kang too?"

"Ah!" That's someone, and they must stay on the kang.

"So you two are staying on the same kang? Men and women sit on different seats when they are seven years old, don't you know? Even if you don't know, doesn't he, a scholar, still know? No wonder this kid came to our house to rent a house, I

It seems like this kid doesn’t have any good intentions.”

Yu Changhe was filled with anger, "I will have to build a wall next to the arch."

Yu Xiaolian never imagined that Yu Changhe could be so angry.

She wanted to say, as for that?

But when the words reached her lips, she swallowed them again. She didn't dare to say them.

I can only complain in my heart about Yu Changhe making such a fuss.

Yu Changhe angrily told Mrs. Sun about Yu Xiaolian's "sin" and said that the wall must be built tomorrow.

Mrs. Sun was making cotton-padded clothes, and when Yu Changhe chatted with her, Mrs. Sun also solemnly said to Yu Xiaolian, "Mom knows that when we were in the village, you didn't have many friends, so you only had a few days with Zhao Erya.

Now I understand that you want to make friends, but there are differences between men and women, so you have to pay attention to your propriety."

What could Yu Xiaolian say? Ancient people took the defense of men and women too seriously. She felt that no matter what she defended, it was against common sense.

The fault was that she was quick to say that she had taken off her shoes.

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Poor big one