Pretenders are unattainable

After Huizhi finished writing, she let out a long breath, slowly put the pen in her hand on the pen stand, picked up the towel at the side and wiped her hands, then turned and walked towards Mingcheng who was sitting on the armchair next to the bookcase, pretending to be reading .When Mingcheng heard the footsteps, he looked up and saw Huizhi smiling slyly at him, which made him blush involuntarily, thinking that Huizhi must have known the way he peeked at her just now by turning the pages of the book.

Huizhi looked at Mingcheng's face carefully, and said, "Did you stay up late yesterday? Didn't you have breakfast yet?" Under her gaze, Mingcheng nodded inexplicably, and Huizhi reproached, "Why not?" You know how to take good care of yourself! Wait, I'll get you something to eat." "No need..." Before Mingcheng could say anything, Huizhi had already gone out.

Mingcheng touched his face in embarrassment, but felt a burst of warmth in his heart.He simply put down the book, walked to Huizhi's desk, bent down and looked carefully at the small calligraphy that Huizhi had just finished writing, and found that she had copied a poem written by Xin Qiji. The girl's handwriting, he couldn't help but meditated: "The general's reputation has been ruined after a hundred battles. Xiangheliang, looking back thousands of miles, the old man is dead. The water is rustling, the west is cold, and the clothes are like snow. A strong man, the sad song is not complete. Singing birds I still know such hatred, but I don’t expect to cry tears and cry blood. Who will share me, drunk and bright moon?” Put the sentence "Yishui is rustling, the west wind is cold, and the seats are full of clothes like snow. A strong man, the sad song is not yet complete." On the lips He chanted repeatedly on his tongue, feeling dazed.

Huizhi came up with a food plate and saw Mingcheng standing by the window. She quietly put the food plate on the low table next to the armchair, and said, "Come and eat, the millet porridge stewed in the morning, my family The shrimp dumplings made by Wang Ma are excellent, and the side dishes are also pickled at home. Are you used to Chinese breakfast?" Mingcheng reacted, and smiled embarrassedly: "Miss Jin's copybook is so good, I'm fascinated by watching." Then he went to the short table, looked at the hot food on the table, and couldn't help swallowing, "Actually, I have breakfast when I go back to the office..." "I know, I know." Hui Zhi She interrupted Mingcheng with a smile, "I forced you to eat, okay?" She pulled Mingcheng over and pressed him on the armchair, moved the short table in front of him, and handed him the chopsticks, "I know you You must have something to do when you come to see me, but the world is big, and eating is the biggest thing, let’s talk about it after eating!" Mingcheng didn’t close his eyes all night, and he was already full of coffee. He was already hungry at this time, and looked at Huizhi , So I started to eat breakfast with kindness.

The millet porridge was warm and smooth, and flowed smoothly through the esophagus into the stomach, bringing a burst of warmth to his almost stiff body after not sleeping all night. started eating.Huizhi sat on the other side, resting her chin in one hand, and holding the chopsticks in the other hand, she put the shrimp dumpling dipped in vinegar into the small food plate in front of him, "Eat more."

With his mouth full of food, Mingcheng could only nod in greeting.Huizhi continued to watch Mingcheng eat with her chin in one hand, and stared blankly for a while, until Mingcheng looked up at her suspiciously, and then she said with a smile: "You look good at eating!" "Cough...coughcoughcough... "Mingcheng was choked by her blunt words, Huizhi quickly got up and patted him on the back: "What are you doing, you are handsome, has no one said that?" Mingcheng had already coughed up tears He hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and Huizhi poured him hot tea from the tea tray on the desk, "Take a sip of tea and press it down, why are you so proud!"

Mingcheng managed to stop his cough, but his eyes were still red from the tears he choked, and he said in a deep and magnetic voice due to coughing: "Miss Jin, do you always praise the opposite sex like this?" "No way," Huizhi wrinkled her small nose, and replied coquettishly: "I only praise you like this." Mingcheng's face flushed suddenly, and he was calm when facing reporters from all over Shanghai, and he suddenly stammered: "You... ...You...you..." "Okay, I know what you're going to say." Huizhi interrupted him with a smile, "Just like you guys appreciate beautiful women, can't I appreciate handsome guys? And I admire my fiancé, It's justified!" Mingcheng looked at Huizhi's upright look, and for some reason was amused by her blunt confession.

Seeing Mingcheng's appearance, Huizhi couldn't help but narrowed her eyes, and the dimples on her cheeks became even clearer.She looked at the food plate, and Mingcheng had already eaten everything, so she said, "Are you full? Shall I bring you some more?" Mingcheng quickly thanked: "Enough is enough, thank you Miss Jin." "Well, let's talk about it, you must have something to do when you come to me." Huizhi moved the short table away and asked seriously.

"Oh, that's it." Mingcheng also restrained his smile and sat upright, "I want to submit a document in your name, Miss Jin."

"What material? Why should it be handed over in my name? To whom?"

Mingcheng listened to Huizhi's barrage of questions, smiled, and explained: "Give it to the Japanese, I want to hand over a copy of the so-called teacher Zhang Yongjie's materials to the Japanese in your name."

Huizhi rolled her black eyes and said, "You want to give them false news?"

Mingcheng glanced at Huizhi approvingly, and continued: "You don't need to know the content, I just want to borrow your name, I will hand over the materials to the special high school, they send someone to ask, you just say you are in I found it when sorting out Teacher Zhang's belongings, and you didn't know what to do with it, so you handed it over to me."

Huizhi squinted her eyes, and the corners of her upturned mouth showed a sly face: "I want to know the content! I said before, if there is such a task again, don't even think about abandoning me!"

Mingcheng refused sternly: "No, this is our discipline, I can't reveal it." Huizhi tilted her head, bit her lower lip with her snow-white teeth, looked Mingcheng up and down, and said, "Can you imitate Teacher Zhang? Handwriting? The last time I saw that Gongxia, he shouldn't be so easy to fool, right?"

Mingcheng was surprised by Huizhi's observation ability and sharp insight, so he could only say vaguely: "You don't have to worry about this, I have a solution."

Huizhi sneered: "Lie!" Mingcheng looked at her without saying a word, Huizhi continued: "If you really have a way, you will find me here? Are you not enough manpower? During this time , The Japanese have been arresting people, it was quite a scene last night. If you lie to me, don't ask me to help you!"

Mingcheng had never been pierced so mercilessly by a girl before, and was instantly a little embarrassed.Huizhi peeped at his face, and said with a smile: "However, it's right for you to come to me. I started copying posters when I was six years old, first with Liu Yan and then with seals and seals. , when it comes to imitating handwriting, I'm the best at it."

Mingcheng was both surprised and hesitant. Seeing the struggling look on his face, Huizhi leaned forward, took one of his arms with both hands, and shook it left and right, "Let me join, okay?" ah?"

Mingcheng was startled by her and leaned back, stuttering again: "Miss Jin...you...you..."

"Oh," Huizhi interrupted him again, "Don't call me Miss Jin anymore, call me Huizhi. Otherwise, I will drive you out! I won't help you anymore, just pretend you didn't come today Pass!"

It was the first time for Mingcheng to meet such a girl who laughed and scolded from the bottom of her heart. She was completely powerless for a while, so she could only bow her head and admit defeat: "Okay, okay. I see, I will dictate, you record, after writing this You just pretend you don’t know anything, understand?”

"I understand, I understand!" Huizhi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, walked quickly to the desk, picked up a little wolf hair, took out the letter paper from the desk drawer, and said while washing the pen and ink: "Ms. Zhang has always used lower case. He likes brushes and rarely uses fountain pens. Well, come on, tell me, I'll write!"

Mingcheng looked at the girl helplessly, got up and started pacing, fluently dictating the content of the letter that had been drafted before.