Night has come, and this wonderful day is about to end.

With the trial trip and the end of the exhibition competition, no one knows how many are happy or sad.

After Lan Xin returned from Honghu, she had supper with her family's descendants before pulling Lan Suiping away.

"Sister Jiu, are you going to write the story of Ma Liang in the magical pen?" Lan Suiping asked with his eyes full of light.

"Uh, okay, then let's go in and write. If it's too late, let's go to bed together."

Lan Xin was planning to have a break after playing, but when she saw Lan Suiping looking expectant, she had to nod.

"Yeah, then let's start!"

Since Lan Suiping came to Wuzhou, he has always been sick. Now when he hears that he wants to write an article, he suddenly regains his spirit.

She sat quietly at the desk, picked up the brush, and dipped it in ink.

Lan Xin also spread the paper quickly with her eyes and hands, helping her to spread it flat and pad it. Then she sat on the stool and began to recall the story of Ma Liang's magic pen.

After almost the same thought, she supported her head with her hands and started to recite:

"In the past, there was a little girl who was smart by nature and liked to draw very much. But because her family was very poor, she couldn't afford a paintbrush.

When she went to the mountain to collect firewood, she broke a branch and painted on the hillside; when she went to the river to mow the grass, she dipped the grass roots in the river water to paint on the ground; when she got home, she took a piece of charcoal to paint in the yard.

She paints every day, never interrupting. How she hopes to have a brush!"

Lan Xin said it slowly, and Lan Suiping also wrote it very seriously. She asked while writing, "Sister Jiu, is this little girl named Ma Liang?"

Lan Xin took a sip of water before realizing that she had forgotten to say the little girl's name and nodded.

"Yes, her name is Ma Liang. You add her name at the beginning."

Lan Suiping turned the tip of his pen and added a sentence at the opening, then waited for Lan Xin's following.

"That night, Ma Liang dreamed of a kind-hearted old lady who gave Ma Liang a golden magic pen.

She also said to Ma Liang: "Ma Liang, you must make good use of this magic pen and do good deeds with it."

Ma Liang thanked him happily, and after delivering the pen, the old lady disappeared. Ma Liang woke up from his dream, and there was indeed a magic pen beside the bed.

She immediately started drawing happily, but she didn't expect that she had just drawn a hen, and the hen came back alive!"

Lan Xin also danced and danced with her hands and feet, even her tone of speaking became higher.

"Living?" Lan Suiping also stopped writing and asked in surprise.

"Yes, don't stop, keep writing." Lan Xin agreed casually and continued to talk about the subsequent plot.

Lan Suiping said "Oh", the pen in his hand moved faster, and his eyes were filled with light. He was looking forward to the content behind.

"She drew another bird, and the bird spread its wings and flew towards the blue sky. She drew a fish, and the fish came alive, jumping around.

So Ma Liang used this magic pen to help people in need in the village. She would help draw what anyone needs. So the lives of the people in the village became better and better...

Lan Xin said it and didn't notice it. Xiaobai sneaked in and lay down at her feet and took a nap.

"Xiaobai, why didn't you go out with your friends? I thought you wouldn't come back tonight!"

Lan Xin bent down and poked Xiaobai's body, only to feel that its hair was really soft and soft, and very comfortable.

"Roar~" Xiaobai half opened his eyes and roared weakly, as if someone had exhausted his body.

"Sister Jiu, Xiaobai is very cute!" Lan Suiping looked at Xiaobai enviously, and stretched out his left hand to caress Xiaobai.

Xiaobai suddenly burst out and stood up, roared, scared Lan Suiping so much that he quickly shrank his hand back.

"Xiaobai, this is my sister. Are you a little polite? " Lan Xin slapped Xiaobai casually, but Xiaobai did not compromise at all and still stared at Lan Suiping angrily.

Lan Suiping had to say weakly: "Forget it, Sister Jiu. Xiaobai is also arrogant. I am weak and I can't even see it."

Lan Xin saw that Xiaobai was still hostile to Lan Suiping, and she was helpless.

"Xiaobai, go and rest first. We have something to do." Lan Xin pointed to the bed, and Xiaobai also put away his evil spirit and walked slowly towards the bed.

"Suiping, let's continue writing. Don't care about it, you are my dear sister."

Lan Xin reached out and patted Lan Suiping on the shoulder, comforted her and said.

"It's okay, Sister Jiu, let's continue writing."

Lan Suiping was a little nervous when he passed by Xiaobai. Although he said it was okay, his hands holding the brush were still trembling.

Seeing this, Lan Xin had to slow down her speech. And in Ma Liang's fun and interesting story, Lan Suiping gradually forgot his fear of Xiaobai and continued to write.

"At this time, there was a bully in the neighboring village who was ecstatic when he heard about Ma Liang. She sent someone to catch Ma Liang and forced Ma Liang to draw gold and money trees for her.

But Ma Liangcai was unwilling to do it. She always remembered what the old lady said, and she had to use magic pen to do meaningful things, and could not use it to help greedy bad people.

Seeing that Ma Liang was disobedient, the bully had to lock her up, not give her food, nor give her water. He wanted to use this method to threaten Ma Liang and let Ma Liang paint for himself.

But unexpectedly, Ma Liang, who was locked in the woodshed, drew a hole in the wall with a magic pen and actually escaped from it.

She then drew a horse and rode a horse to escape from the bully's territory like a wind.

Seeing that Ma Liang had run away, the bully hurriedly took people to chase her. Seeing that there were many people on the other side, Ma Liang was about to be caught again.

She quickly picked up the magic pen and drew a big river between her and the bully. The waves on the big river were very fast and the water was very deep, and the bully couldn't get through it.

Seeing that the bully had brought a small boat from somewhere, Ma Liang hurriedly drew the river longer and wider.

The bully's boat couldn't get through at all, and Ma Liang drew another gust of wind. The strong wind blew, making the wind and waves even bigger.

The bully's boat overturned as soon as it was said, and she and her friends fell into the river.

Seeing that the danger was lifted, Ma Liang rode back to the village on a horse. She continued to help the poor in the village draw, and never used magic pens to help the bad people.

And because she helped everyone, besides the bully, people also lived a good life, and they praised Ma Liang for being a good child..."

Lan Xin said, but she didn't say anything for a long time.

She was immersed in that story, and seemed to be able to recall the exaggerated and interesting illustrations when she saw this story in her previous life.

I can still recall the ink-scented and beautifully packaged books. I can even remember the poor bad guy who is struggling in the river or the sea clearly.

I have been in this world for a longer time, and the familiar world in my previous life has become increasingly blurred.

Only these stories can be remembered occasionally as long as you relax your mind. If you think about it a little more, you can tell them logically and clearly.

Of course she understood that the story she told was much different from the original text of "Master Ma Liang".

One is that this is the era of female masters. If the protagonist is replaced by a girl, it is easier for everyone to accept it.

The other is that she has watched the story for too long, and she can only remember some of the main plots for a long time.

Perhaps one day in the future, she will be completely assimilated by this world and truly become a part of this world.
Chapter completed!