Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 444: Love rises with the wind, but it’s hard to calm down when the wind stops.

"Like a dream
I often remember that the sun is setting in the creek pavilion, and I am so drunk that I don’t know my way back.Returning to the boat late after all the fun, I strayed into the depths of lotus flowers.Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a group of gulls and herons. "

These are the words on the painting.

The realm is beautiful and pleasant, the scenery is fresh and beautiful, it is full of words but not full of meaning, and it is thought-provoking.

Liu Yueyue had the urge to ask Wang Zihao, what happened to the people in the painting?

The talented young woman on Ye Bianzhou made her envious and even a little jealous.

She wants such a life, and wants to have the experiences and stories in Ru Meng Ling.

It's a pity that there is no such lotus leaf lake in a big city. She is no longer a girl and has no childhood sweetheart.

Abstract ink paintings, under the catalysis of words, hidden pictures fly out.

Liu Yueyue and Wang Zihao stood side by side in front of the rice paper, unable to put it down and staring intently.

Wang Zihao didn't think this calligraphy and painting was very good, because his painting was very average and lowered the grade.

It sounds abstract, but people who don't have the ability to think about it will think that I can paint this kind of painting if it were me.

Of course, this is human self-confidence.

It's the same feeling that many people think that the national football team is too weak and I can play better than them.

In fact, this is not the case. The national football players still have some strength.

Our women's football team couldn't beat them and never won.

"Can this calligraphy and painting be hung in my study?" After a long time, Liu Yueyue raised her head and asked.

Wang Zihao had long distanced himself from her because the moment of sage seemed to have arrived.

Can't get closer to her.

"Of course, it's an honor for you to like the words I scribbled on." Wang Zihao picked up the rice paper, raised it in the air and shook it to make the handwriting dry faster.

Liu Yueyue was startled: "Put it down, put it down, don't break it, you can do it on the table."

Wang Zihao put down his calligraphy and painting. Indeed, he could do it on the table.

Sure enough, there is no woman who doesn't like Li Qingzhao, the most talented woman of all time. Anyone who doesn't like her is not a good woman.

My girlfriend’s sister is a good woman!

"You haven't taken a shower yet. Go and take a shower. I'll be here to watch over you." Liu Yueyue made no secret of her love for this calligraphy and painting and didn't want it to leave her sight.

Wang Zihao was confused: "Why are you guarding it here and it won't fly away?"

Liu Yueyue wrinkled her nose and sniffed: "You came back from outside and haven't taken a shower yet. The smell is very strong. Can't you smell it?"

Wang Zihao was a little embarrassed: "Then I'll go up and take a shower. Sister, you go back to bed early."

After saying that, he left the study on the second floor and went to the third floor.

He must not be able to enter Liu Qianqian's room. She sleeps well and takes a shower next to her. Does she have any qualities?
After Wang Zihao left, Liu Yueyue looked at the calligraphy and painting with bright eyes. After a while, she hurried back to her sister's room.

After opening the door, she found that it was dark inside, and Liu Yueyue secretly praised it.

My sister's boyfriend didn't come back here to take a shower, so I thought he would come here to take a shower.

She walked to the table near the balcony in the dark, picked up her phone, walked back the way she came, and exited the room.

Before the calligraphy and painting ink is dry, take a photo with your mobile phone.

Liu Yueyue feels like she is taking care of a child, recording the footprints and time points of her child's growth.

In the past, she didn't understand why some people were addicted to alcohol and even books.

Someone once ended his life because he was unhappy with the story and ending of a book.

In layman's terms, it means committing suicide.

Unbelievable.

But now, Liu Yueyue understood a little bit.

Love rises with the wind, but it is difficult to calm down when the wind stops. Liu Yueyue wanted to know what happened to the virtual characters in the calligraphy and painting.

What is the fate of the male protagonist and the female protagonist.

Standing in front of the desk, looking at the calligraphy and paintings, Liu Yueyue became more and more impetuous.

No, I have to ask my sister and boyfriend for follow-up.

Her state was the same as when watching a TV series and seeing the ending of an episode broken.

So tickling and irritating!
third floor.

After taking a shower, Wang Zihao felt a little tired.

I haven’t done anything serious tonight, and I haven’t written a single word of the water park project plan.

Women, indeed, will affect the speed at which I draw the sword.

Anyway, I have nothing to do tomorrow, so I will finish the beginning of the plan tonight. Wang Zihao was thinking about whether to go to the study on the second floor to write or write in the study in his own room, when there was a knock on the door of the room.

Qianqian is awake. Want to come up and sleep with me?
It's late at night, so there's no way my sister-in-law could come up to me.

Wang Zihao was not sure. He checked the pajamas and found nothing wrong before walking over and opening the door.

Outside the door, stood Liu Yueyue, her face as beautiful as a flower in the clouds, her eyebrows and eyes like the waves of Lu Shui.

"Your computer is turned off, do you still want to use it?" She looked as pretty as a peach and her voice was a little cold.

"Oh, let me use it for a while." Wang Zihao decided to go to the second floor to work.

My girlfriend said that when Piaopiao is away, even if she sleeps in a separate room, she still hopes that he will sleep on the second floor.

She didn't feel safe sleeping alone on the second floor.

The disadvantage of a large house is obvious.

Being busy on the second floor may also give my girlfriend a sense of security.

I am indeed a good boyfriend. Wang Zihao walked down the second floor with his head held high.

If Liu Yueyue wasn't worried about the ghost behind him, he could have entered the study a few seconds earlier.

After entering the study, he was about to close the door when he saw Liu Yueyue following her and not intending to go back to sleep with her sister. Wang Zihao frowned and said, "Sister, help me close the door."

Liu Yueyue also frowned and closed the door.

Seeing Liu Yueyue closing the door after coming in, Wang Zihao was stunned: "Sister, I want you to close the door from the outside, not from the inside. It's so late, why don't you go to bed, why are you in the study?"

After hearing Wang Zihao's words, Liu Yueyue slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought her sister's boyfriend had evil intentions and had some designs on her, so he even closed the door.

"The calligraphy and painting ink is not dry yet, I'm waiting for it to dry." Liu Yueyue explained.

Wang Zihao looked at the desk and then walked over: "With the window closed, it won't be blown away by the wind or wet by the rain. Just put it there."

Liu Yueyue didn't care. She couldn't go to bed before the handwriting was dry.

Besides, she wanted to talk to him.

"Is there any follow-up to calligraphy and painting?" Liu Yueyue sat on the chair opposite Wang Zihao's desk.

Wang Zihao looked at the calligraphy and painting, and was a little puzzled: "There are still serializations of calligraphy and painting?"

"No." Liu Yueyue's voice was cold, "I want to know the fate of the heroine in the calligraphy and painting. It would be better to have her story." Wang Zihao couldn't tear her apart, so I just made a painting and copied Li Qingzhao's words, and you Want me to write a novel for you?
What's your hobby?

"I didn't plan to serialize the calligraphy and painting, and I didn't think about what the fate of the protagonist would be like." Wang Zihao explained.

"When you were painting, especially when you were depicting the talented woman on the boat, you must have imagined her image in your mind." Liu Yueyue asked.

Wang Zihao was startled, he had indeed imagined it.

"Can you create it?" Liu Yueyue's voice became a little gentler.

It's really tiring to maintain the dignity of an elder.

The other person is still my sister’s boyfriend, so you should always remember to keep your distance. It’s getting more tiring!

"No!" Wang Zihao refused.

Just kidding, I went to create a story about a virtual character after I was full.

I'm so busy, if there was a skill like clone technique, I would want to practice it.

Well, let Xu Meili practice first, and then let her separate herself when she goes to bed at night.

She must be more willing to practice this clone technique than me.

Liu Yueyue also knew that this request was a bit excessive, wasting Wang Zihao's time and energy, and was of no benefit.

After Wang Zihao clearly refused, she looked at the calligraphy and painting "Like a Dream" for a moment. She suddenly raised her head and said: "No matter what happens to you and Qianqian... in the future, I will be your god sister. Can you create in this way?" It doesn’t need to be too long, 10,000+ words, or tens of thousands of words will do.”

Wang Zihao was a little angry. It turns out that you don't think highly of me and Qianqian either, thinking that we have no future.

"I can't write. I'm too busy. Writing and painting are just my leisure pleasure and entertainment during my breaks. Good calligraphy and painting are hard to come by." Wang Zihao still refused.

He can't make it up.

Liu Yueyue's voice was cold: "I kissed you and spanked you. Do you want to do anything else? I have no objection."

Wang Zihao was shocked and immediately knelt down: "I'll write, give me some time, don't talk nonsense to Qianqian."

This sister-in-law must have been sent by Liu Hedong and Bai Feifei to test me.

If anything goes wrong with me, my life is at stake.

Even Xu Meili couldn't be saved.

Liu Qianqian told Wang Zihao some things about her sister. At least her sister's ex-boyfriend was tested by her parents, and Wang Zihao heard about it.

He was a little worried now. If he had just said, "Okay, let's do it. You take off your clothes first or I take it off first," then a group of men in black would break in from the outside.

He will never see the sun tomorrow again.

"Qianqian said that your writing is either flying on the keyboard or eloquent. Why don't you tell me the story of the girl on the boat first?" Liu Yueyue sat in a dignified posture, with a hint of surprise and a hint of tenderness on her cold face.

Wang Zihao wanted to beat Liu Qianqian, why is your sister such a person? Isn't this forcing someone to do something difficult?

I copied the code words, telling the story of the girl on the boat, and there was no place to copy it.

Not to mention fifteen thousand words an hour, even fifteen hundred words an hour, I can’t hold it in.

"I'm very disappointed that Qianqian would tell such an inhuman secret to an outsider." Wang Zihao changed the subject, looking very dissatisfied with his girlfriend.

Liu Yueyue was stunned for a moment and said, "I am her sister, not an outsider."

"No, after you get married, you will become an outsider. You and Qianqian are only relatives, not sisters anymore." Wang Zihao retorted.

Liu Yueyue was speechless for a moment and couldn't refute.

"I allow you to slow down and start." When Wang Zihao thought he had a chance to win, Liu Yueyue told him to start without speaking of martial ethics.

"I..." Wang Zihao wanted to refuse, but after seeing Liu Yueyue's threatening and aggrieved look, the sage had long since disappeared, so he had to change his words, "I can't say it for a while. It's different from my previous creations." It’s different. In the past, after carefully preparing the beginning, ideas flowed out like a spring, and everything fell into place.”

"How long will it take?" Liu Yueyue asked. If she didn't hear some stories about the girl from Lotus Leaf Lake tonight, she would definitely not be able to sleep.

As she grew up, she lost interest in many things.

There was a time when she didn't even like to read books, which was something she couldn't do without since she was a child.

"Don't push me. I can't think of anything if you push me." Wang Zihao thought hard.

Liu Yueyue suddenly became silent and sat upright like a primary school student.

Wang Zihao was very unhappy in his heart. He was bullying me too much just because he was my girlfriend's sister.

You think I care less about spanking you and kissing your tempting little mouth? I can pay you double compensation.

Hey, there is!

I'm not good at making up stories, but I can still copy them.

In addition to reading online articles, famous books, and some biographies, Wang Zihao has also read them.

I can’t create a new creation for a virtual character, but I can just copy it.

There are so many big figures and even small figures in history. I have read their stories. There are not a thousand, but maybe a few hundred.

Wang Zihao had heard a little about the four beauties and the four famous prostitutes.

It is absolutely possible to bring their stories over and tell them to Liu Yueyue.

Since Liu Yueyue is unreasonable and forceful, she cannot tell a story about a famous woman whose life is too perfect.

Which one to choose?
Famous women's names flashed through Wang Zihao's mind: Xi Shi, Wang Zhaojun, Yang Yuhuan, Chen Yuanyuan, Shangguan Wan'er, Yu Ji...

Looking at Liu Yueyue, this woman was immersed in admiring the calligraphy and painting "Like a Dream" on the table. The light in her eyes seemed like an affectionate woman seeing her man.

I really don’t understand the world of rich people. How many ordinary people can appreciate paintings such as "Mona Lisa", "Girl in front of the Mirror" and "The Kiss of Judas"?
But some of them are priceless treasures, not for sale. They are put in museums for people to appreciate, and the annual ticket revenue is as high as [-] billion.

Those traded in the market can easily cost hundreds of millions of dollars.

Ma De, I want to promote my calligraphy and painting as much as possible. In the future, one painting will sell for tens of millions.

After his death, it is estimated that he will start from [-] million yuan, which will be a blessing to future generations.

"Is this calligraphy and painting so good?" Wang Zihao couldn't help but ask.

Liu Yueyue nodded: "It is very valuable for collection. The more famous you are in the future, the higher its value will be. If you hype it up again, millions of people will buy it. If you can become a generation of literati, the value may be higher after your death." It’s beyond your imagination.”

Wang Zihao's face turned dark. You and Liu Piaopiao are biological sisters. You always talk about what happened before and after my death. It's not respectful at all.

After a pause, Liu Yueyue added: "The premise is that your calligraphy and painting should not be spread out, otherwise the value of art and collection will be greatly reduced."

I have chosen which woman’s story to tell you, and Wang Zihao has made his decision.

Half life is prosperous, half life is miserable.

"Let me start telling you the story of the girl on the boat on Lotus Leaf Lake." Wang Zihao said.

Liu Yueyue's eyes lit up and she quickly sat upright: "Yeah."

Only when there is a story can this calligraphy and painting be full and become a priceless treasure in the future.

Wang Zihao said: "The girl from Xiting is a rare talented woman. She is good at calligraphy and painting, is familiar with epigraphy and poetry, and is proficient in poetry. Her lyrics are unique and have been passed down through the ages."

Liu Yueyue felt happy, this is the girl in my fantasy.

Wang Zihao continued: "She comes from a scholarly family and is very talented. Her father was a Jinshi scholar. She is a talented scholar who is well-read in poetry and proficient in Confucianism."

Liu Yueyue was elated. The image of the girl in her mind felt a little fuller.

Please keep going, don't stop!
(End of this chapter)