I, Qinghuan

"It's too, too hot, and the heater is too high."

Zhu Qinghuan hastily let go of Nan Yang's waist, retracted her hot fingers, and pinched the corner of her clothes in embarrassment to caress.

"I asked Xu Xue to go back to the hotel and bring you a thin dress." Nan Yang didn't look up at Qing Huan, so she didn't notice her shyness at the moment.

"……Need not."

Nan Yang hummed and said nothing more.

Qian Dao held up the selfie stand and scanned the live phone to this side, "Let's take a look at the production status of the leading actors! Little brother Xia Shan is already cutting the red cloth, he is the fastest one, fans will remember Cheer him up! Ms. Zhu Zhu only made the skeleton of the lantern, and now she is helping Boss Nan, who appeared on the scene in friendship, wow, it is really a beautiful love! Our lovely and lovely Ms. Ming Wancheng... I Oh my god, what happened to you, Cheng?!"

Qian Dao's voice suddenly became panicked, causing Nan Yang and Qing Huan to look sideways.

Tomorrow night, Cheng grinned and held her hand. She accidentally let a thorn pierce her index finger while she was nesting the bamboo slices. The pain was so painful that she was about to shed tears, but she still bit her lip and tried to hold back. Very pitiful.

Qing Huan hurriedly walked over, staring at Ming Wan Cheng's red and swollen fingers, and became nervous: "What's wrong?"

"Master..." Mingwan Cheng held his mouth and began to cry.

During the time when Cheng and Zhu Qinghuan were working together on the set tomorrow night, Qing Huan taught Ah Cheng a lot of acting skills in private, and Ah Cheng called Qing Huan his master without hesitation.The crew were used to Ah Cheng being "Master" and "Master" all day long, so they didn't think there was anything wrong.But Nan Yang didn't know about it, she was shocked when she heard Ah Cheng call out the word "Master" openly, and there was panic in her eyes that couldn't be concealed.

"I'll pick it out for you, don't move." Zhu Qinghuan shouted to Xiaoye outside the arena, "Xiaoye, help me find a needle!"

Qian Dao held up the live broadcast mobile phone, watching the excitement without hesitation: "Wow, wow, look at the first and second females of our God Dance crew, they are super loving, aren't they! Have you eaten the 'Chenghuan' CP? Little buddy? Show it on the public screen for Boss Nan to see, but Boss Nan doesn’t care about it? Hahahahaha..."

Nan Yang would not be jealous of Ming Wancheng.In her eyes, Qing Huan is a child, Ming Wan Cheng is the child of the child, Qing Huan and Ming Wan Cheng will only make her feel two words when they are together - maternal love.

Although it is true that Tomorrow Night Cheng has lived for more than 3000 years, she was when she used the forbidden technique, so she looks like a young girl.Coupled with her frivolous demeanor, without a bit of stability that has been around for a long time, she looks like a young girl. The 24-year-old Qing Huan lowered her head and picked the thorns in Ming Wancheng's flesh. The picture was more like a kind mother taking care of her naughty daughter.

After Zhu Qinghuan finished picking the thorns, she followed Xiaoye and left the live broadcast venue temporarily, and went to the bathroom to deal with the bloody needles.Taking advantage of this gap, Nan Yang lowered his voice and asked Ming Wancheng: "Why do you call her Master?"

"I, I asked her to teach me how to act." Tomorrow night, with teary eyes, he put his index finger in his mouth, and his articulation was not clear when he spoke, "Just let her teach me something, and I can call it master naturally Already. Otherwise, every time I call Master’s name, Patriarch, you will say that I am neither old nor young.”

Nan Yang nodded clearly.

Tomorrow night, Cheng's show made everyone lose their minds about making lanterns, and Xia Shan finished the lanterns honestly by himself in the audience.Li Dong saw that the live broadcast room was constantly swiping for the next session, so he also called Qian Dao to cue the next session.

The next link is to write couplets.

Considering that writing couplets is not very ornamental, writing couplets and making dumplings at the next table were done at the same time.Those who want to write couplets can write couplets, and those who want to make dumplings can make dumplings. Qian Dao walks back and forth with a live broadcast stand, and he will go to the camera for whoever the netizens brush.

Actors have chosen to avoid writing couplets, which requires high technical requirements.Most people can't even write with a hard pen, let alone calligraphy. It's not a good thing to expose your shortcomings to fans and passers-by in the live broadcast room.

When Zhu Qinghuan came back from the bathroom, everyone had already started.Seeing that there were too many people on the dumpling table, she knew that Nan Yang didn't like crowding people, so she said to Nan Yang, "Shall we write couplets first?"

"Ah."

Nan Yang really agreed.

They walked to the couplet table, and Cheng Ming followed them, with his index finger still in his mouth.

Zhu Qinghuan knew that Nan Yang's right hand was sick, so she didn't give her the pen. She picked up a big rabbit hair brush and dipped it in the ink, stroked the red couplet paper with her fingertips, turned her head and asked, "What do you want to write?" ?”

Nan Yang didn't answer this question, but instead asked, "Can you write calligraphy?"

"Not very good, are you writing for fun?" Qing Huan smiled softly.

"I can teach you." Nan Yang's voice was flat.

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help laughing: "You? I've seen your handwriting, although it's not friendly to say so, but...it's really ugly. You can't write well yourself, so you still teach me?"

Tomorrow night Cheng took his index finger out of his mouth and interjected, "No, she used to write very well."

She did write well before.

3000 years ago, the three lords of the Northern Penalty were well-known for their skills in addition to swordsmanship.Lord Yu Xiu's alchemy technique, Lord Ronghuai's sword casting technique, and Lord Nanyang's calligraphy.

A picture of Nanyang's calligraphy was hard to find at that time.Because she has no need for fame and wealth, she writes whenever she wants, and she doesn't write if she doesn't want to. Occasionally, she only writes a piece of face when she owes a favor.The fewer works that are handed down to the world, the more precious they are.Countless merchants and rich men threw money desperately, just to get a piece of her writing to hang at home as a family heirloom.

She doesn't have any special hobbies in her life, and there are only three things that are worthy of her paranoia: candied haws, calligraphy, and light joy.

Calligraphy used to be the thing she was most proud of besides swordsmanship.

pity.

Just once.

Whether it is swordsmanship or calligraphy, it is already in the past.

With his hands behind his back, Nan Yang gently pinched his right wrist with his left hand, and rubbed the missing muscles and bones on the inside of his wrist with his thumb.

"Really? I don't really believe it." Zhu Qinghuan lowered her head with a smile, and touched the couplet paper with the tip of her pen.

Tomorrow night Cheng said seriously: "Of course it's true, if you see it with your own eyes..."

"Ah Cheng." Nan Yang interrupted Ming Wan Cheng's words.

Tomorrow night Cheng opened his mouth, but obediently kept quiet.

Nan Yang stood beside Qing Huan, watched her write, and whispered something while watching:

"Start the pen suddenly, move the pen lightly, twist slightly, and return the pen evenly. The shape is correct, the structure is heavy, the point is heavy, vertical, horizontal and flat, and the pressing is from shallow to deep, from deep to shallow. Don't hesitate to write, and don't hold the pen too tightly. Write couplets The strength must be bold when writing, otherwise the strokes will not come out, and the expressiveness will be lost a lot.”

"It's so clear, why don't you write one?" Zhu Qinghuan raised the pen and handed it to Nan Yang, teasing her.

Nan Yang seemed to instinctively want to take the pen, but as soon as he raised his hand, his fingertips curled back.

After a while, she looked away, looked at the ground aside, and slowly lowered her right hand.

"I... can't write anymore."

There was an imperceptible tremor in the calm voice.

Zhu Qinghuan suddenly realized that it was very impolite to ask a person with a handicap to write, even if it was a joke, it would not be appropriate.She blinked a few times, pursed her lips, and changed the subject: "Then... do you have anything you want to write? Tell me, and I'll write it."

Nan Yang looked at her, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled slightly: "There's nothing to write, just write what you like."

Zhu Qinghuan hummed, lowered her head, silently took a book of Spring Festival couplets that Li Dong had left there a long time ago, and casually flipped through it.

She picked a pair at random, bent down, held the brush with a hard pen grip that modern people would have, and wrote neatly and neatly, stroke by stroke.

Looking at the ink characters on the red paper tomorrow night, Cheng couldn't help thinking of the horizontal couplets on the lintel of Rongku Pavilion that had been pasted for more than a hundred years.

She didn't know how long ago it was posted, she only knew that it was a blessing written by Nan Yang when Master Qing Huan was 17 years old.After many years, that pair of cross-links has never been taken off, the red part has turned white, and the ink-colored font has faded to a light gray.But she can still recognize the four words above.

"A lifetime of joy".

It's just a pity that in the end, Master Qinghuan didn't have a happy time in that life.

She died forever when she was 17 years old.

Tomorrow night, Cheng looked at Nan Yang, and from Nan Yang's slightly distracted eyes, she knew that Nan Yang was also caught in the memories of the past.She heard from Yuntang that during the Chinese New Year that year, Nanyang promised Qinghuan to write a better one next year and replace the old one.However, Qing Huan didn't even have time to live until the New Year's Eve of the second year.On New Year's Eve of the second year, Yun Tang asked Nan Yang if he wanted to take off the old cross-link. Nan Yang didn't answer, but after a long silence, he murmured: I will return it to her.

Give her back the four words on the scroll.

She said she would pay it back, and she would.Tomorrow night, Cheng knew that Nan Yang was a person who kept his promise.

Isn't she paying back now?

Qian Dao came here holding the live broadcast mobile phone, and his cadence interrupted Ming Wancheng's thoughts: "Let's take a look at the Spring Festival couplets group now. Oh, there are much fewer people here than the dumpling side. The live broadcast room My friends don’t brush enough, it seems that everyone doesn’t want the benefits of the Spring Festival couplets written by the leading actors? Hahahahaha, yes, let’s brush it up, let’s see how Zhuzhu writes—”

Just as he was talking, Xia Shan came over from the dumpling table and looked curiously at the Spring Festival couplets in Zhu Qinghuan's hand.

"Fans, tell me how it's written? Scroll up on the public screen and show it to Zhuzhu!"

In fact, her writing is really mediocre, but the fans can't blow out any rainbow farts. The public screen is full of "good good good", "begging for the draw", "supply", "beautiful font 666", the scrolling speed is extremely scary, the audience in the upper right corner The number of people has shown 10W.

10W does not mean only 10W, but the system cap shows 10W. In fact, there may already be nearly a million viewers.

A lot of dumplings have been prepared, and even a few dishes have been cooked, so Qian Dao asked everyone to sit down at the dumpling table and eat some dumplings together, and by the way, it led to the main game of the day——

Coin penalty.

When they were making dumplings, they randomly put some sterilized one-dollar coins into the dumplings. After a while, everyone sat together to eat, and whoever got the coins would be fined to drink.If you refuse to drink, you have to accept the big risk punishment.

It stands to reason that alcohol cannot appear in the live broadcast room, but it is obvious that the back door has been opened this time, and the prepared wine does not have a certain degree. Corona is only 4.6 degrees.

Qian Dao called all the leading actors, including Nan Yang, to come and sit down, and adjusted the angle of the live broadcast mobile phone to fix it.

Qing Huan and Nan Yang sat far away from the phone, she looked worriedly at the piles of beer bottles on the table, and whispered to Nan Yang, "Don't drink it for a while, tell me if you have it, and I'll drink it for you. "

Nan Yang was silent for a moment, then said, "I can drink it."

"The hall is very hot, drink some more wine, I'm afraid you'll have cholinergic urticaria again," Zhu Qinghuan blushed, "I...I can't reach out to help you in this big crowd ..."

Nan Yang turned his head away, his ears turned red instantly.