The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 217: Shameless teacher

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The jealousy on the other side was all over the floor, but the incomprehensible **** this side continued to fan the flames: "Mr. Chen is such a nice person. He just asked me if there was anything I needed, and he said it was a blessing. In a few days, he and Grandma Chen will go back to the village to celebrate the festival. They also said that they would write Spring Festival couplets for us and send them to us, but you are still like this..."

"Who wants him to write Spring Festival couplets?" Zhong Mingwei finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared at the door, "It's not like I can't write!"

"I knew you would say that, hehe." The next second, A Chou happily opened the door and came in. Holding pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand, he walked to the kang with a smile, "A few days ago, I I saw someone selling Spring Festival couplets at the market, so I bought these together, and also bought red paper, just thinking about writing Spring Festival couplets for you. Hey, you see, you can really use them."

I finally took the opportunity to give the gift that I couldn’t get away with, and A Chou felt so happy.

"I'm reluctant to buy donkey-hide gelatin, but I'm willing to buy these messy things." Zhong Mingwei looked at the screwdriver, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and couldn't help but glare at A Chou.

"Look, you said this again..." A Chou was dissatisfied and muttered in a low voice, while taking the pen and bringing it to Zhong Mingwei, he said a little embarrassedly, "Do you think this is useful? The store said it was made from wolf hair, but I don’t understand that, and I don’t know if you can get used to it.”

"It's very good." Zhong Mingwei glanced at the pole and saw that it was a cheap brush. He nodded. He glanced at the rough plain inkstone on the kang and said, "It's all very good."

"Hehe, I think it's pretty good too. I bought a lot of things, and the shopkeeper even gave me a bunch of straw paper." A Chou immediately beamed and brought in another pile of straw paper, looking at it eagerly. Looking at Zhong Mingwei, "Would you like to practice your hands first today?"

"Okay," Zhong Mingwei nodded and looked at A Chou with a smile, "But you have to grind the ink for me."

"But...I can't." A Chou rubbed his hands a little shyly.

"Come here and I'll teach you."

"Oh!" Achou agreed abruptly, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed.

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"Don't hold it too tightly, don't let your fingers be so stiff," Zhong Mingwei looked at A Chou who was extremely nervous with some humor, while holding A Chou's hand, he said with a smile, "What's so nervous? You are all I'm going to break the brush."

"I've never held a pen before," A Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei a little pitifully, "You don't even know that when I saw this pen, ink, paper and inkstone, my calves were all twisted. I'm not afraid of anything. Don’t be afraid, just be afraid of these.”

"What's there to be afraid of? It's just like an embroidery needle, practice makes perfect," Zhong Mingwei lowered his head and kissed A Chou's smooth forehead, and then said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll teach you how to write."

Zhong Mingwei held A Chou's hand, and the trembling pen tip fell on the yellowed straw paper. He scratched little by little and wrote the word "one". When he raised the brush again, A Chou drew a long line. He looked at the crooked words on the paper with a look of disgust: "You see, I just have no talent."

"When I first started writing, was it uglier than this? My husband was typing my hand at that time," Zhong Mingwei didn't dislike it, and comforted her, "Didn't I tell you? Just treat this as a gift. Here comes the embroidery needle."

"How can it be compared with the embroidery needle? It's my first time to use the embroidery needle, and it's fine," A Chou muttered, but he was obviously not as disappointed as before. He then picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, while tilting his face. Zhong Mingwei said coquettishly, "Good master, please teach me again!"

"You don't even pay the tuition fees, why would the master want to teach you?" Zhong Mingwei said deliberately with a straight face.

"Is this enough?" A Chou leaned over and kissed the man's chin, shyly.

"That's enough..." Zhong Mingwei said, lowering his head and covering his red lips.

A Chou held the brush in his hand and did not dare to move it, which gave Zhong Mingwei an advantage. They kissed for a long time, until A Chou could no longer breathe. Only then did Zhong Mingwei stand up and look at his face with a happy face and red eyes. The red A Chou looks like a well-fed and dissolute person.

"Bah!" A Chou spat at him with a red face, while cursing in a low voice, "Where can I find such a shameless teacher like you?"

"You will make me shameless," Zhong Mingwei put his head on Ah Chou's forehead and smiled lowly, "What words do you want to learn? Sir, I am in a good mood today. Whatever the little girl wants to learn, sir, I will teach you."

"Zhong Mingwei." A Chou whispered.