Zhuo Yanchong let go of her and asked Mo Lan to show him the results of Jin Yuan's calligraphy practice.
As a result, as soon as Mo Lan presented it, Jin Yuan snatched it away first.
"No need to look..."
Jin Yuan held the stack of rice paper tightly, feeling embarrassed.
Be sure to burn these things next time, otherwise others will laugh out loud when they see it!
Then her reputation will be ruined!
"Is it possible that you wrote something that I can't read?"
Zhuo Yanchong looked at her in amusement as she protected the rice paper in her hand like an eagle protecting its cubs.
"of course not!"
Jin Yuan firmly shook her head in denial.
"Then what do you feel guilty about?"
Zhuo Yanchong raised his eyebrows and asked.
"I'm not guilty..."
"what is that?"
Jin Yuan bit her lip, wuwu, she couldn't do anything!
People often use words to describe people, but hers is a typical word that is not as good as the person...
"Little Yuanbao'er, be good, let me see your results..."
Zhuo Yanchong hugged her, his voice was soft, and he coaxed her:
Jin Yuan slowly put down the hand holding the rice paper and whispered: "Then you are not allowed to laugh at me after reading this, and you are not allowed to be angry..."
Seeing Zhuo Yan nodding sharply, Jin Yuan handed the rice paper to him and stared at his expression uneasily.
Zhuo Yanchong looked down, his eyes first falling on the rows of crooked words, and he frowned slightly.
After seeing the content clearly, I burst out laughing again
"You promised not to laugh at me..."
Jin Yuan's face turned red, she tried to grab the rice paper from Zhuo Yanchong's hand, curled her lips and said, "I know my handwriting is ugly!"
"I didn't mean to laugh at you..."
Zhuo Yanchong shook his head, pointed at the poem on the paper and said with a smile: "Did you write this poem? Spring is not a day for reading, and the heat of summer is a good time to sleep... There are mosquitoes in autumn and snow in winter, so pack up the books to celebrate the New Year...
This poem is interesting!"
Is his little Yuan Baoer protesting against him with poetry?
"There are actually many versions of this poem, but I didn't write it..."
It turns out he wasn’t laughing at her ugly handwriting!
She breathed a sigh of relief, shrugged and said, "The person who wrote this poem must be the same as me and dislike reading it!"