I, Qing Huan

"It's too, too hot, the heating is too full."

Zhu Qinghuan loosened Nanyang's waist quickly, put his hot fingers back, and squeezed the corners of his clothes and rubbed them in embarrassment.

"I asked Xuxue to come back to the hotel and bring you a thin dress." Nanyang didn't raise her eyes to look at Qinghuan, so she didn't notice her shyness at the moment.

"……No need to."

Nan Yang gave a hum, and said nothing.

Qian Dao held the selfie stand and swept the live mobile phone here, "Let's take a look at the production of the protagonists! Brother Xia Shan is already cutting the red cloth. He is the fastest one. Fans remember on the public screen. Cheer for him! I wish Miss Zhu only made the lantern skeleton. She is now helping the boss Nan who appeared in the friendship. Wow, it is really beautiful love! Our lovely and loving Miss Ming Cheng...I Tian Acheng, what's wrong with you?!"

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

Tomorrow night Cheng was holding her hand with a grin. She accidentally made a thorn stick into her index finger when she was nesting in the bamboo slices. The pain was so painful that tears were about to flow out. She bit her lip and held it back. Very pitiful.

Qing Huan hurriedly walked over, staring at her red and swollen fingers tomorrow night, and became nervous: "What's the matter?"

"Master..." He suffocated his mouth tomorrow night and started crying.

During the period when Cheng and Zhu Qinghuan were working together on the crew tomorrow night, Qinghuan taught Acheng a lot of acting skills in private, and Acheng went straight along and screamed for Master Qinghuan. People in the crew are used to Ah Cheng's "Master" coming to "Master" all day long, and they don't feel anything wrong. But Nanyang didn't know what was going on. When she heard Ah Cheng shouting out the word "Master" in a straightforward manner, she was shocked, and her eyes couldn't hide the panic.

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

Qian Dao held the live mobile phone and watched the excitement. It’s not too much to chuckle the earth: "Wow, wow, look at the female one and female two of our **** dance crew, are they super loving? Are there anyone who eats "Cheng Huan" CP Little buddy? It’s displayed on the public screen and let us Boss Nan take a look. Boss Nan doesn't care? Hahahahaha..."

Nanyang would not eat the vinegar of tomorrow night. In her eyes, Qing Huan is a child, and Ming Wan Cheng is the child's child. Staying together with Qing Huan and Ming Wan Cheng will only make her feel two words—maternal love.

Although Mingwan Cheng did live for more than 3,000 years, she was 18 years old when she used the forbidden technique, so she looked like an 18-year-old girl. Coupled with her frivolous behavior, she doesn't have any time-honored stability, and she looks alive and well as a young girl. Twenty-four-year-old Qing Huan lowered her head to pick out the thorns in her flesh for the eighteen-year-old tomorrow night. The picture is more like a kind mother taking care of her troublesome daughter.

After Zhu Qinghuan picked the thorns, Xiaoye left the live broadcast venue temporarily and went to the bathroom to deal with the **** needles. Taking advantage of this gap, Nan Yang lowered his voice and asked Mingwan Cheng: "How do you call her Master?"

"I, I asked her to teach me acting," Cheng burst into tears tomorrow night, with her index finger in her mouth, and her speech was not clear when she spoke. "Let her teach me something, and I can call the Master logically. That’s right. Otherwise every time I call Master’s name, ancestors, you have to say that I am not big or small."

Nan Yang nodded clearly.

Tomorrow night, the show made everyone not thinking about making lanterns, and Xia Shan was the only one to finish the lanterns honestly. Li Dong watched the live broadcast room constantly scrolling to the next link, so he called Qiandao the next link cue.

The next step is to write couplets.

Considering that writing couplets is not ornamental, so writing couplets and making dumplings at the next table are done at the same time. Those who want to write couplets can write couplets, and those who want to make dumplings can make dumplings. Qiandao walks back and forth with the live broadcast frame, and he will go to the camera where the netizen brushes.

The actors and actresses have chosen to avoid writing couplets, which are highly technical activities. Most people can't even write with hard pen, let alone calligraphy. It is not a good thing to expose their shortcomings to fans and passers-by in the live broadcast.

When Zhu Qinghuan came back from the bathroom, everyone had already started. She saw that there were too many people on the dumpling table. Knowing that Nanyang didn't like crowding people, she said to Nanyang, "Shall we write the couplet first?"

"Ok."

Nanyang did.

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

Zhu Qinghuan knew that Nanyang’s right hand was ill, so she didn’t give her the pen. She picked up a big rabbit-like brush and dipped it in the ink, stroked the red couplet paper with her fingertips, and asked, "What do you want to write?" ?"

Nan Yang did not answer this question, and instead asked: "You can write calligraphy?"

"It's not so good, just write it out." Qing Huan smiled softly.

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

Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help laughing: "You? I've seen the words you write. Although it's not very friendly, but...it's really ugly. You can't write well, so teach me?"

Tomorrow night Cheng took her index finger out of her mouth and interjected: "No, she wrote very well before."

She did write very well before.

Three thousand years ago, apart from kendo, the three masters of Northern Punishment were famous for their skills. Master Yu Xiu’s alchemy, Master Ronghuai’s sword-making skills, and Master Nanyang’s calligraphy.

At that time, Nanyang's character was hard to find. Because she has no fame and fortune, she writes as much as she wants, and doesn't write if she doesn't want to. She writes a copy of her face when she owes favors occasionally. The fewer works that are circulated in the world, the more valuable. Countless businessmen and wealthy tycoons spend money desperately just to get a copy of her handwriting to hang at home as a family heirloom.

She has no special preferences in her life, and there are only three things that are worth making her paranoid: candied haws, calligraphy, and Qinghuan.

Calligraphy was once the thing she was most proud of besides swordsmanship.

unfortunately.

Only once.

Whether it is swordsmanship or calligraphy, it is already there.

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

"Really? Why don't I believe it." Zhu Qinghuan smiled and lowered his head, touching the tip of the pen on the couplet paper.

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

"A Cheng." Nan Yang interrupted Ming Wan Cheng.

Tomorrow night, she opened her mouth and had to keep quiet.

Nanyang stood beside Qing Huan, watching her write, while she read and said softly:

"Start the pen suddenly, move the pen lightly, twist the turning slightly, and draw back the pen evenly. The shape is correct, the frame is heavy, the point is heavy, the vertical, horizontal, smooth from the shallow to the deep, from the depth to the shallow, do not hesitate to draw the pen, and do not hold the pen too tight. Write the couplet Be bold when you use it, or you won’t be able to make a sharp stroke, and you will lose a lot of expressiveness."

"Speaking pretty well, let's write a look?" Zhu Qinghuan lifted the pen, handed it to Nanyang, and teased her.

Nanyang seemed to instinctively want to take the pen, but when he raised his hand, his fingertips curled back.

After a while, she turned her gaze away, looked to the side of the ground, and slowly dropped her right hand.

"I... can't write."

There was an unnoticeable tremor in the calm voice.

Zhu Qinghuan suddenly realized that it is very impolite to let a person with a right hand write something, even if it is a joke, it is not appropriate. She blinked a few times, pursed her lips, and changed the subject: "Then...do you have anything you want to write? You say, I'll write."

Nan Yang looked at her, and the corners of her lips suddenly twitched: "There is nothing to write about, just write what you like."

Zhu Qinghuan gave a hum, lowered his head, and silently took the book of Spring Festival couplets that Li Dong had put there for a long time, and flipped it up casually.

She randomly picked a pair, leaned down, pinched the brush in a stiff pen holding position that modern talents would have, and wrote down the beautiful and correct font stroke by stroke.

Tomorrow night Cheng looked at the ink characters on the red paper, and couldn't help but think of the horizontal couplet on the lintel of the Rongku Pavilion that had been pasted for more than a hundred years.

She didn't know how long ago it was posted. All she knows is that it was a blessing from Nan Yang when Master Qinghuan was seventeen years old. Later, for many years, the horizontal couplet has never been taken off, the red part has been whitened, and the ink font has faded to a faint gray. But she can still recognize the four words above.

"Happy Forever".

It's just a pity that in the end, Master Qing Huan didn't get the joy of that life.

She died forever when she was seventeen.

Tomorrow night Cheng looked towards Nanyang, and from Nanyang's slightly surprised eyes, she knew that Nanyang had also fallen into the memories of the past. She heard from Yuntang that during the Chinese New Year that year, Nanyang agreed to Qinghuan and wrote a better one next year to replace the old one. However, Qinghuan didn't have time to live until New Year's Eve the following year. On the Lunar New Year's Day of the second year, Yuntang asked Nanyang if he wanted to take off the old crosslinks. Nanyang did not answer, but after a long silence, he whispered: I will return it to her.

Give her back the four characters on the horizontal couplet.

She said she would pay it back, so she will pay it back. Tomorrow night Cheng knows that Nanyang is a promise holder.

Isn't she paying it now?

Qian Dao came here with his live mobile phone, and his mellow tone interrupted Ming Wancheng’s thoughts: “Let’s take a look at the Spring Festival couplet group now. Oh, there are a lot less people here than the dumplings. Friends of ”don’t have enough brushes. It seems that everyone doesn’t want the Spring Festival couplet benefits written by the protagonists? Hahahahaha, yes, yes, right, let’s see how Zhu Zhu writes--"

As he was talking, Xia Shan walked over from the dumpling table and looked curiously at the spring festival couplets in Zhu Qinghuan's hand.

"How are the fans telling and writing? Check the public screen and show Zhuzhu!"

In fact, she writes really mediocre, but the fans can’t make any rainbow farts. All the public screens are "Good, good, good", "Take a draw", "Supply", and "Excellent font 666". The scrolling speed is extremely terrible. The audience in the upper right corner The number of people has shown 10W.

10W means not only 10W, but the system's capped display of 10W. In fact, it is very likely that there are nearly a million viewers.

A lot of dumplings have already been made, and even a few plates have already been cooked. Qiandao hurriedly went to the dumpling table to sit down and eat some dumplings together. By the way, it led to today’s big game——

Coin penalty.

When they were making dumplings, they randomly packed some sterilized coins into the dumplings. After a while, everyone sat together to eat. Whoever eats the coins will be fined. If you refuse to drink, you have to accept the big risk punishment.

It stands to reason that alcohol is not allowed in the live broadcast room, but it is obvious that the back door was opened this time, and the alcohol prepared has no degree, Corona, only 4.6 degrees.

Qian Dao greeted all the leading actors, including Nan Yang, to come over and sit down, adjust the angle of the live phone and fix it.

Qing Huan and Nan Yang were sitting far away from the phone. She looked at the pile of beer bottles on the table with a little worry, and whispered to Nan Yang, "Don't drink it for a while. If you eat it, tell me and I will help you drink it. "

Nanyang was silent for a moment and said, "I can drink it."

"The hall is very hot. Drink some more wine. I'm afraid you will have cholinergic urticaria again." Zhu Qinghuan blushed, "I...I can't be in this big court. I can reach out and help you. ..."

Nanyang turned his head away, his ears were instantly red.