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The ugly daughter-in-law always had to see her in-laws, and Xiao Mo couldn't hide her handwriting, so Wei Wensheng carried her to the table after dinner.

Wei Wensheng took out a book from his arms, put it in front of Xiao Mo, and said earnestly:

"Handwriting is like a person, you look so handsome, you deserve good handwriting, and, in the future, you..."

Wei Wensheng's words came to an abrupt end here, and Xiao Mo asked doubtfully, "What will happen to me in the future?"

Wei Wensheng shook his head: "We'll talk about the future, let's practice calligraphy first."

Xiao Mo didn't continue to pursue Wei Wensheng's unfinished words, and said with a smile: "Okay, but, Teacher Wei, if you want my student to benefit, you have to try to let go and give me the initiative .”

Hearing what Xiao Mo meant, Wei Wensheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "As long as you satisfy the teacher, the teacher's hand will naturally satisfy you."

"..." Why does this sound so wrong?

No matter what Wei Wensheng's words meant, Xiao Mo was relieved that he didn't teach Xiao Mo how to write in the following time, so he didn't delve into what Wei Wensheng said. deep meaning.

The book that Wei Wensheng lent to Xiao Mo to transcribe, the words in it are all handwritten, the ink is very new, it should not be long after it was written, Xiao Mo copied it for a while, and easily found that the book he copied was a This is a classic novel, and Xiao Mo is still very familiar with this novel, because Wei Wensheng just told him the beginning last night!

"Is this the book you recommended to me last night?"

While talking, Xiao Mo put down the brush, rubbed his sore wrists, then picked up the book spread out on the table, flipped through a few pages at random, but was surprised to find that the book was only on the first ten or so pages. There are words, but there is a blank space behind.

Glancing at the doubts on Xiao Mo's face, Wei Wensheng explained: "I haven't finished writing yet. I went back last night a little late, so I only sorted out more than ten pages. I originally planned to ask you to help me sort out part of it today. I don't want your words... ..."

QAQ Can you stop mentioning my words? !but……

"If I understand correctly, you mean that you wrote this story?"

Wei Wensheng didn't say yes or no, but said: "According to the writing style of "Seven Kingdoms", this story should suit your taste."

When Wei Wensheng said this, it was tantamount to acquiescing that he was the author of that story. Not only that, if Xiao Mo remembered correctly, Wei Wensheng seemed to have said last night that the author of this story and "Chronicle of the Seven Kingdoms" are the same, They are all Wenchang gods!

"You can't be...Wenchang, right?"

"Does it make any difference to you?"

Xiao Mo nodded heavily: "Of course! This is the first time I've seen a living author!"

Wei Wensheng: "..."

"Uh..." Realizing that his words had extremely serious language problems, Xiao Mo hastily changed his words, "I don't mean anything else, I just saw that you were very excited."

"Excited?"

Xiao Mo nodded: "Yes, you are my idol, I like your works very much!"

"Just like my work?"

"..."

"Do you like me?"

"..." Aiwujiwu, it should be, "I like..."

"Don't you think I'm arrogant?" Wei Wensheng began to settle old accounts.

Xiao Mo recalled what he had said to Wei Wensheng about the God of Wenchang to Wei Wensheng on the boat of Pei Zhenyuan, and he felt ashamed. It's really... shameless!

Xiao Mo smiled awkwardly, but answered Wei Wensheng honestly: "With Wenchang God as your name, you are naturally arrogant, but you have the capital to be arrogant."

"How to say?"

Xiao Mo directed Wei Wensheng to look at his book collection: "Look, most of the books here are written by you, and these are the capital of your arrogance."

Xiao Mo's praise was neither direct nor overly tactful. Wei Wensheng was very pleased with it, and felt at ease physically and mentally.

In order not to show his joy too clearly, Wei Wencheng pursed his lips and walked towards Xiao Mo's shelf where the books were placed, his gaze quickly glanced over the spine of the book, and finally landed on a thread-bound book with a black cover.

Wei Wensheng took out this black-covered thread-bound book called "Fen Tao Ji", which looked very serious on the outside, but it was not.

Xiao Mo belatedly remembered that this was the manly pornographic book he had opened by mistake before, and while a cold sweat broke out all over his body, he immediately rushed over and snatched the book from Wei Wensheng's hands.

Wei Wensheng forced down the corners of his raised lips, and then asked in surprise, "Why did you take the book away?"

Xiao Mo tucked the volume of "The Story of the Peach" into his sleeve, wishing to tear up the book in his heart, worried that Wei Wensheng would find something unusual, so he could only settle for the next best thing and choose a relatively gentle way to deal with it. Deal with this little yellow book.

"I stained this book before," Xiao Mo said nonsense, "There are still so many books, you can choose another one to read."

Wei Wensheng accepted Xiao Mo's opinion obediently, raised his hand and took out another book from a row of books.

From an angle that Wei Wensheng couldn't see, Xiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

After flipping through a few pages casually, Wei Wensheng put the book back without interest, and then complained to Xiao Mo: "Although I don't remember what the plot of the story I wrote, but what I wrote, I really read it. I can't go on." It turned out that the book that Wei Wensheng randomly pulled out was his own book.

Xiao Mo couldn't empathize with Wei Wensheng's personal experience: "Your writing is so wonderful, how can you not read it?"

Wei Wensheng thought for a while: "Maybe I know my own writing rules too well. Although I have forgotten what plots I have written, but after reading the previous ones, the latter plots will naturally be supplemented. There is nothing new. feel."

Xiao Mo nodded half-understood, and was thinking about talking nonsense with Wei Wensheng, when he heard He Bao whispering outside the door:

"Lang Jun, Ah Qi, please see me."

Hearing the name Ah Qi, Xiao Mo felt happy for no reason. Wei Wensheng also noticed this, and before Xiao Mo could say anything, he replied on his behalf:

"Yun Mo has guests, but no one will be seen here."

Xiao Mo looked at Wei Wensheng in astonishment and surprise. How could such a well-informed and sensible gentleman make such a rude move?

He Bao who was outside the door was stunned for a moment, and waited for a few breaths. He didn't hear Xiao Mo's further order, so he replied in a low voice.

After He Bao left, Wei Wensheng also realized his transgression, but he didn't regret doing so.

Looking at the disappointed Xiao Mo, Wei Wensheng apologized: "I still want to discuss the plot of my new book with you, so I don't want anyone to disturb you. Did I make you unhappy by doing this?"

Xiao Mo smiled: "No, Mr. Wei is my guest. Yonghe Wang usually teaches us that guests are gods, so nothing is more important than Mr. Wei."

On the surface, Xiao Mo's words sounded like he really valued Wei Wensheng, but how could Wei Wensheng fail to hear the meaning of complaint?

"I don't want you to treat me as a guest." Wei Wensheng said, "I also don't want your respect for me to start from Gong Xi's teaching!"

Thinking that Wei Wensheng might be one of the mission targets, and thinking about the possible future development direction between the two, Xiao Mo couldn't help but sigh:

"Ah Qi is a friend I can get along with. I asked him to make something for me before. I think he came today to give me this thing."

"I see."

"Yes, he is a very capable craftsman, also very talented and creative. If such a person can be used by the country, he will definitely be able to change the times and become a pillar of the country."

Wei Wensheng's gaze on Xiao Mo suddenly became unbelievable, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something extremely important, and in the end all he said was:

"Do you want someone to call him back?"

Xiao Mo shook his head: "No need, he can come to me anytime, Mr. Wei, but you don't have so much free time. I will concentrate on accompanying Mr. Wei today."

Wei Wensheng felt very comfortable in Xiao Mo's last words, but he was still a little dissatisfied: "Didn't you call me a teacher just now? Now you're unfamiliar again?"

"..." Xiao Mo secretly rolled his eyes, and then forced a smile: "Teacher, shall we be storytelling or writing next?"

"Painting."

Xiao Mo: "..." Didn't you want to discuss the plot of the story with me?I said I am amnesia, you just think my brain is not working, right?

I would like to follow Yonghe Wang's teaching: the principle that the guests are the ancestors, Xiao Mo only slandered a few words in his heart, as for the painting proposed by Wei Wensheng, just paint!

So, Xiao Mo followed Wei Dacai to draw Chinese cabbage all afternoon, and when Xiao Mo saw the plate of boiled cabbage on the dinner table, he was full without eating.

Wei Wensheng had dinner with Xiao Mo, and after the meal, he told Xiao Mo the story of Shi Chen, and then reluctantly left.

Xiao Mo almost used a small wooden stick to prop up his eyelids this time to stay awake. As soon as Wei Wensheng left, he immediately ran to the bed, but before he took off his shoes, He Bao announced at the door:

"Lang Jun, Ah Qi... is still waiting at the back door."

Xiao Mo, who has been infested by the "back door", now hears the word "back door", unconsciously tense, and subconsciously thinks of his "back door". It took five seconds to realize that He Bao was talking about Ling Garden back door.

He couldn't laugh or cry for a while, but luckily no one could peep into his thoughts, otherwise this person would be in a big loss!

Looking at the bed that was close at hand, Xiao Mo sighed, and then told He Bao:

"Go and ask him to come in." "Shan, Yu. Yu, Xi"

In addition to Ah Qi's reticence and superb craftsmanship, Xiao Mo discovered another major characteristic of him, that is, he is persistent in doing things and has long endurance. He actually waited for Xiao Mo outside Lingyuan for a whole afternoon!

Ah Qi used to carry his huge toolbox on his back, when he saw Xiao Mo, he nodded slightly, then stooped to open the toolbox, and took out a stack of drawings from it.

"There's a question I don't understand." Ah Qi continued to speak concisely, straight to the point.

Xiao Mo walked to Ah Qi's side, stretched his head to look at the blueprint in Ah Qi's hand, and saw dense lines and words on the blueprint, which were more profound and difficult to understand than the notes he had seen in his previous life.

"what is the problem?"

"The stator core insulation is often damaged during operation, and I can't find the reason."

Xiao Mo: "..." Am I deaf?Why can't I understand a word?

[The author has something to say: In order to thank you all for your support over the past month, I will give you an extra meal in the evening (￣▽￣)~*]