I hope to return to the country

Le Zhiyu originally thought that he could at least insist on writing seventy or eighty times before he felt tired.

But he overestimated his willpower too much. He had just written fifty times, and he was already upset, and his straight spine gradually relaxed. He felt very tired and wanted to throw away the pen countless times. do not write.

What made him even more disheartened was that the words he had copied with all his attention and earnestness were put together with Qin Zhiyi's, as if the eagle and the chick were so different, and the strength and momentum of the writing were completely crushed into mud , there is not even the slightest resemblance to the shadow.

Brother Qin also said that talent is not important, talent is very important, so what if you write it [-] million times?If you can't compare, you can't compare!

Le Zhiyu gave up on himself and leaned back on the back of the chair, rubbed his sore wrist, raised his eyes and looked into the room separated by a screen.

The veil was hazy, and it was hard to see clearly, only a tall and tall person lying on the carved agarwood bed, sleeping quietly.

There was a breeze blowing in from the window, blowing over the hanging tassels on the curtain, bringing up ripples like water waves, which also seemed to blow away the troubles in Le Zhiyu's heart, and replaced them with warm warmth and tenderness. crispy.

The so-called person in the painting of beautiful scenery on a good day is really suitable to describe Qin Zhiyi in Le Zhiyu's eyes at this time.

He also wanted to walk into this painting right now and sleep with Qin Zhiyi.

In the past few days, he and Qin Zhiyi ate and slept together, hugging and sleeping on the same bed every night.

Qin Zhiyi's embrace was broad and warm, and when Le Zhiyu nestled in it, it was like a stray bird finding a big tree sheltered from the wind, with a sense of security almost infatuated.

He also went from being unaccustomed at the beginning to knowing the taste of the marrow. Every time before falling asleep, he would actively squeeze over, bury his face in Qin Zhiyi's chest, listen to the strong and powerful heartbeat inside, and make "dongdong" with himself. The ringing heartbeats merged together, ambiguous and throbbing, as if he and Qin Zhiyi had become one person since then and would never be separated again.

Although the beauty is in his arms, his body is soft and charming, but Qin Zhiyi did not take the opportunity to do anything over the bottom line to Le Zhiyu. A soft and innocent kiss fell on his forehead and hair, connected with his breath, lying on his neck, dreaming of the sky.

Qin Zhi is also so kind, so good that Le Zhiyu can't find a single fault, and feels a little ashamed of himself in front of him, feeling that he is not worthy of him at all.

Don't work hard if you don't deserve it?If Qin Zhiyi woke up and saw that he gave up halfway so easily, would he be disappointed in him and never believe his vowed words and determination again?

Le Zhiyu pursed his lips, and reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the screen, and landed on the increasingly scribbled handwriting in front of him.

I have no patience at all, impetuous and eager for quick success, I can't do such a small thing well, what do I expect to be able to accomplish in the future?

If he can only hide under the protection of Qin Zhiyi like a waste, there will be a day in the future when he will never be able to catch up with Qin Zhiyi, and he will be lost in the sea of ​​people without a sound, wasting his time For the rest of my life.

"Just a hundred times, I can do it."

Le Zhiyu whispered to himself what he had said before, quietly straightened his back again, and began to write again with his pen in his hands and downcast eyes.

The small incense burner on the desk curled up with light smoke, and after burning for an unknown period of time, it gradually went out.

After wasting several sheets of paper, Le Zhiyu finally finished writing an article that satisfies him slightly.

At the beginning, he was still counting the words and gritted his teeth, hoping to get through it quickly, but after he devoted himself to it, he forgot to count again, only thinking about how to write and draw, but instead It was getting better and better, and the writing became smoother and smoother. In the end, he probably didn't realize it even if he had already passed it a hundred times.

"Tired?"

Le Zhiyu was admiring his masterpiece, but he heard someone talking in his ear, and turned his head in surprise, only to realize that Qin Zhiyi had already come out from the inside at some point, and stood behind the chair watching quietly, It wasn't until he finished writing that he was alarmed by a sound.

"Brother Qin, come and see, how is my writing?"

As if eager to get affirmation for presenting the treasure, Le Zhiyu took the paper and wanted to stand up and pass it to Qin Zhiyi behind him, but he sat for too long, and when he got up suddenly, he suddenly became dizzy and wobbled almost Waddled.

Qin Zhi also reached out to wrap his arms around his shoulders at the right time, supported him steadily, looked down at the rice paper in Le Zhiyu's hand, and spoke with a smile.

"Well written."

"really?"

Seeing Qin Zhi also nodding, Le Zhiyu immediately smiled joyfully and turned into a flower, leaning against his arms, holding the paper up high, like a child who has been praised by his husband, and wants to show off to everyone .

"I just said what I can do. Brother Qin, please write me a copybook. Whether it is a hundred times or two hundred times, I will practice hard every day."

"Ah."

Qin Zhi also agreed, and squeezed his arms a little tighter, hugged Le Zhiyu and smiled softly.

"There is a Lantern Festival outside tonight, do you want to go for a walk?"

Festival of Lights?

A few days ago, people in Yancheng were in a state of panic because of rumors that the county magistrate was killed and bandits were going to attack the city. How can there be any Lantern Festival in leisure now?