Yong Mei

"Brother-in-law, come closer..."

When Luo Qingzhou was about to recite, the girl lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes again, and whispered.

After saying that, his face became even redder.

Luo Qingzhou knew that she was afraid that others would hear her, so he didn't think much about it. He took a few steps closer and lowered his head beside her.

Song Ruyue, who was sitting aside, glanced at it, moved her lips, but held back.

She pricked up her ears.

Tang Jiasong, who was standing two steps away, had a stiff face. He was about to lift his steps to get closer to see Miss Qin Er's pretty face, which turned red. When he was writing in her jade hand, Luo Qingzhou suddenly moved his steps sideways and directly used his back to hold him back.

Arrived outside.

Tang Jiasong: "???"

Song Ruyue glanced at it, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Brother-in-law, you can read now..."

Qin Weimo could feel the hot breath he exhaled falling on his face, which felt so warm.

For some reason, whenever the young man was close to her, she felt that her cold body was suddenly bathed in the warm sunshine, which made her feel particularly comfortable.

"All the flowers are shaking, and only Xuanyan is blooming..."

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and read softly.

Qin Weimo came back to his senses, his eyes lit up, he dipped his bare hands in ink, and was about to start writing, when Luo Qingzhou said quickly: "Slow down."

Qin Weimo paused after hearing this, raised his head, and looked at him doubtfully.

Because the two of them were so close, when they raised their heads, they were facing each other, very close to each other.

Qin Weimo's eyes were as bright as water, and even the roots of his ears turned red, but he did not move away from his pretty red face or eyes.

"Ahem..."

Song Ruyue on the side gritted her teeth and scolded: "Write quickly!"

Qin Weimo lowered his head, clenched the pen in his hand, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

Luo Qingzhou was thinking.

He thought of the scene in the small courtyard in the evening, with plum blossoms at sunset and beautiful women like flowers, and Miss Qin Er's melancholy eyes and words.

"Brother-in-law, tell me, this lonely winter plum has survived the winter, but withered in the spring when hundreds of flowers are blooming. Should I be happy or sad?"

Did she think of herself?

Luo Qingzhou was in a daze for a moment, composed himself, his eyes flashed, and he muttered in a low voice: "The wind and rain bring the spring back, and the flying snow welcomes the spring..."

Qin Wei's ink strokes were drawn lightly with his bare hands.

The small character Juanxiu is restrained and has a graceful and beautiful temperament.

"The cliff is already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches."

The girl's hands trembled and she continued to write ink.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her words, then glanced at her pretty face that still had a hint of blush, and continued to read: ""Pretty people don't fight for spring, they only repay spring when it comes."

The girl paused for a moment, dipped her pen in ink, and continued writing with her head lowered. Her eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, with a silent beauty.

Song Ruyue, who was sitting next to her, had already pressed her body closely against hers at some point, with her erect ears almost touching her face, and her eyes were fixed on the pen and ink she wrote on the snow-white rice paper.

"Brother-in-law...is there any more?"

After the girl finished writing, her little hands were trembling slightly, her eyes still staring at the tip of her pen.

Luo Qingzhou looked at her weak appearance and whispered the last sentence: "When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh in the bush."

The girl tightened her grip on the pen in her hand and hesitated for a few seconds. Then she started to write with a slight trembling, her eyes gradually becoming foggy.

She knew why her brother-in-law suddenly changed his words.

The brother-in-law must have thought of what she said in the courtyard before.

Those words were full of depression, hesitation about the future, disappointment in myself, and even despair...

The poem "brother-in-law" is answering her previous words and encouraging her.

Even if there are hundreds of feet of ice on the county cliffs, facing such a grand and cold winter scene, the plum blossoms are still standing alone, standing proudly and beautifully in full bloom...

"Quiet doesn't fight for spring, she only repays it when it comes. When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bushes."

Spring is coming.

The world is filled with a soft and warm atmosphere, and the cliffs are finally covered with mountain flowers, a scene of splendor.

However, the plum blossoms that once stood out in the cold winter wind and snow, proudly and tall, did not have the slightest jealousy or intention of competing for beauty. Amidst the blooming flowers, they were quietly and quietly hidden in the brilliant spring scenery...

It has its season.

Even if she is lonely, silent, and no one appreciates her, it is her own world.

Her beauty embellishes the paleness; her fragrance adds the most beautiful breath to that lonely season...

That season was more beautiful because of her.

So, what's so sad about her?

At least she has existed, bloomed, been beautiful, is stronger than others, and is more worthy of praise...

"Let me see."

When the girl was looking at the pen and ink on the paper with tears in her eyes, Song Ruyue at the side took the rice paper on the table and read it again.

"It hasn't been titled yet."

Song Ruyue put the paper back on the table and said with a cold face: "Write any name you want."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her and heard what she was saying: [It's okay to write about me, I'm not afraid of being famous]

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

Qin Weimo pondered for a moment and wrote the title: Luo Mo.

Then, he wrote the word card and the title: Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei.

Then he raised his head and said softly: "Brother-in-law, is it okay?"

Luo Qingzhou took a look and nodded: "Okay."

Song Ruyue on the side frowned, her pretty face was straight, and she sneered: "Luo Mo, Luo Mo... Haha, do you think I am blind or illiterate? And you think I don't exist?"

Qin Weimo said softly: "Mother, what would you say is a good name?"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, turned away and said, "How do I know? Ask him."

Qin Weimo looked at Luo Qingzhou with a look of helplessness.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the unhappy mother-in-law, stretched out his hand, took the pen from Miss Qin Er's hand, crossed out the word "Luo Mo", and wrote two words again in Miss Qin Er's handwriting.

:Yuemo.

Song Ruyue glanced sideways, turned away, looked out the window, and moved the corners of her mouth slightly.

Qin Weimo held back her smile, picked up the rice paper and said, "Mother, can you take a look at this name?"

"Hmph, you can write whatever you want, what does it have to do with me."

Song Ruyue finished speaking with a cold face, and immediately urged: "Hurry up and take it up, the time is coming."

It seems that they are afraid that they will change it again.

Zhu Er hurriedly came over and stretched out her hand to take it.

Tang Jiasong, who was blocked by Luo Qingzhou, said quickly: "Aunt Song, Miss Qin, can I have a look?"

Qin Weimo smiled slightly and handed the rice paper to him generously.

Song Ruyue glanced at her, her eyes twinkling.

Tang Jiasong took it with both hands, lowered his head and stared at it carefully.

At first, he had a sneer on his lips, thinking that no matter what the poem was like, he would find faults and comment on it, but when he finished reading it, he suddenly fell silent.

"By the way Jia Song, didn't you just say that you also composed a song? There is pen and ink here. Write it down quickly. Let's take a look at it first and then send it up."

Song Ruyue suddenly said with a smile on her face.

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her, secretly wondering: Why does this mother-in-law look a little sinister? How does it seem that she is deliberately teasing and attacking the guy she calls "Jia Baoyu"?

When Tang Jiasong heard this, his expression suddenly froze and his face turned red.

The muscles in the corners of his eyes twitched, he lowered his head, returned the poem in his hand, and said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Aunt Song, I'm... I just suddenly remembered that poem, and it still has some flaws, so I won't take it out for now.

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Zhuer took the rice paper in his hand and walked quickly towards the oiran who was collecting the works on the stage.
To be continued...