My wife is not reserved

Chu Yunge was startled by the voice, quickly retracted his eyes, and pretended to be disturbed after reading seriously.He coughed twice and said:

"So fast? Let's see."

This account book is not the core account book of Xingwei Building, but simply records some running accounts about buying and selling shops and purchasing tea. Although there is nothing important, they are all bits and pieces after all, very trivial .If I were to record it myself, I am afraid that the abacus has already started to ring, but this person has finished the calculation with only his brain?

Chu Yunge put the book in his hand on the table, took a sip of the tea that was still warm, and walked to Su Qingming's desk, stretched out his slender fingers, ready to hold the paper in his hand , Chu Yunge looked at the handwriting on the paper, looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, paused, and said with a gloomy expression:

"Is Mr. Su joking with Yun Ge? Could it be that you want Yun Ge to guess what is written in this handwriting?"

Su Qingming looked at the handwriting on the paper, looked left, looked right, looked at Chu Yunge very puzzled and said:

"What's wrong? I can't understand the words, or what? It's better for Miss Yun to speak directly, Qingming can't figure it out."

This handwriting is much stronger than when I tried to practice soft pen calligraphy before. It is square and not satisfactory, but it is not so unreadable.

Chu Yunge felt that she must have done it on purpose. She looked like she came from a well-mannered and wealthy family. At that time, the ink was thick at the front and thin at the back, and the strokes of the brush would bend, even inferior to Xiao Xiazi's handwriting. Chu Yunge had no desire to read it, so he frowned, turned around, took a brush from his desk, and He brought the inkstone over and threw the paper on Su Qingming's desk aside.He rolled his eyes at Su Qingming and said:

"Master Su, let's take a look."

After finishing speaking, he took up the pen and wrote a poem:

"Begonias don't sleep at night when they first bloom."

Su Qingming stared dumbfounded at the small regular script on the paper, and secretly read that sentence twice in his heart. With those delicate and slender wrists, with just a stroke of the pen, there was a very beautiful and very correct handwriting.Su Qingming looked at Chu Yunge very eagerly, his eyes were full of surprise and admiration, and he said in a cheerful voice:

"What a beautiful word! It's so beautiful!"

The handwriting on Yueran's paper was slender, compact and very delicate. At first glance, it looked like a woman's handwriting. Chu Yunge didn't have any expression on his face, but he was inexplicably happy and a little proud in his heart.

Seeing Su Qingming's eyes glowing, Chu Yunge glanced at it with disgust and threw it aside. The paper was covered with large pieces of ink, and said coolly:

"So, Mr. Su, what's your opinion?"

Read the three words "Su Gongzi" clearly.

Su Qingming blushed, and mumbled:

"I, I seldom used a soft pen to write, not to mention small letters written with a brush. However, my calligraphy with a hard pen is very beautiful. I also have a lot of insight in arithmetic."

After finishing speaking, Su Qingming stretched out his hand tremblingly, pinched the paper on the table in his hand, pointed to the last number and said:

"Look, the end result is like this?"

Chu Yunge put the brush in his hand on the pen holder, crossed his arms and glanced suspiciously, the crooked font, the Chinese characters written on it were indeed correct.

Su Qingming looked at Chu Yunge's slightly complicated expression rather anxiously, and felt very nervous. Since she was a child, she had never looked for a job. After all, she was a student, and she had her parents and sisters in her life, so naturally she couldn't get her turn. She looks for work herself.When Su Qingming thinks of going home, she feels a dull pain in her heart. When she is away from home, she must go back every holiday. Now, she is in a different world, how can she survive? If her parents and sister can't find her, what should she do? How worried.

Thinking of this, Su Qingming felt very uncomfortable, and lowered his head, waiting for Chu Yunge's 'fall'.

Chu Yunge did have an inexplicable affection for Su Qingming in her heart, but she had to be careful and prudent, otherwise if something went wrong, she might...

Chu Yunge didn't think about it, but felt the discomfort and hesitation of the people around her. If she really came from another place, and she didn't know the way, and she didn't have any money, she might not be able to survive.After careful consideration in her heart, she said quietly:

"The result is indeed like this, but, Mr. Su, I am afraid that your handwriting is a bit hard to describe. My Xingwei Building has half a month to open, so you can stay here, but remember to come here every day to practice calligraphy. At this time, if you make a lot of progress, I will allow you this position, if not, Mr. Su, I am afraid..."

Su Qingming naturally understood the meaning of Chu Yunge's words, so he could only suppress the anxiety in his heart, and said in a weak voice:

"Then I will trouble Miss Yun. I will take my leave first."

After speaking, he was very disappointed and prepared to go back to the room.

I thought that in modern times, I could be regarded as a college student in a certain university, but I didn't expect that in ancient times, even writing a word would be disgusted like that. But, who would have expected that such a thing as time travel would fall on me on the head.

Chu Yunge looked at the figure of that person going out, lonely and very lost.Her heart suddenly paused. Didn't she really hurt her self-esteem today?

Chu Yunge put his eyes on the rice paper on the table, and vaguely felt that she was definitely not someone to be taken lightly.

Jinlin is not a thing in the pool, it will turn into a dragon when it meets the wind and cloud.

The author has something to say: ah, I had a meeting all night, so I wrote this little, and I will add it tomorrow, [-] words!no sooner said than done