My wife is a squeamish bag

Chapter 66 You look good
"Then write your words."

Although Qi Jingyu's tone was mild, there was a trace of undeniable aura.

"This one……"

An Beibei looked at the soft brush in his hand with a look of embarrassment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "How about I read it, you write it, and finally I will stamp my handprint like yesterday when I registered for marriage?"

Qi Jingyu looked at her fixedly, still holding the pen in his hand.

An Beibei had no choice but to take the brush with a bitter face, which was still warm in his hand.

This thing is barely used for drawing, but for writing, I can only pray that it will not be too horrible.

Facts have proved that An Beibei is very talented in calligraphy.

Even if I only practiced brush calligraphy a few times in my childhood class, the posture of holding the brush is still very standard, but the strength is not sure.

It can only be said that the writing is not too ugly, but the strokes are completely lacking.

It's not that she doesn't want to write, but that she can't control the strength in her hand.

"All right!"

An Beibei put down her pen, picked up the letter of guarantee she had written with satisfaction, and blew on the ink that hadn't dried yet.

Qi Jingyu's expression at the moment was a bit indescribable.

So, did he misunderstand the "scholar" she called?
His handwriting was slightly better than Ji Craw's, and the point was that he was always missing arms and legs, but even with guesswork, he could still see that what she wrote was indeed what she said.

Seeing the little woman in front of her looking satisfied with her pen and ink, she swallowed the words silently.

Forget it, as long as her heart is devoted to the Qi family, what does it matter if she is really talented or not?

Besides, in this borderland, talents are sometimes not even worth a steamed bun.

"Well, here it is for you."

An Beibei directly stuffed the letter of guarantee that she had written into his hand, and happily went to collect the letter he wrote.

For her, this guarantee is an insurance, even if it does not have legal effect, it is very binding for the ancients who valued etiquette, justice and shame.

Especially for a moral person like Qi Jingyu, he would not easily break his words.

An Beibei folded the letter of guarantee carefully, thinking about where to put it, and glanced at the small hole in the wall where she hid the bracelet, and her eyes lit up a little.

Fearing that Qi Jingyu would find out, she hurriedly withdrew her gaze to look at him, but she happened to meet his gaze.

"Uh...why don't you put it away?"

An Beibei turned his eyes slightly, and pointed to the letter of guarantee he wrote in his hand.

Immediately after thinking of something, he said with a blushing face, "Then what... I don't know how to use a brush, and I don't know how to write your characters, but my characters are similar to yours, except that some cumbersome strokes have been removed. , look carefully, you should be able to understand."

"If you don't use a brush, what do you use?"

"Pen, well, it's a hard pen."

"Write with a hard pen, and your handwriting will not be like this?"

Qi Jingyu's tone was clearly suspicious, and An Beibei blushed instantly, and said angrily, "Wait!"

After a while, she took the wooden stick that was used as a ruler in the morning, dipped it in ink, and wrote the three characters "An Beibei" on the paper.

"How about it?"

An Beibei asked arrogantly.

"not bad."

Qi Jingyu praised, and then picked up a pen, and wrote the three characters "Qi Jingyu" under the three characters "An Beibei".

"Hey, so you are Jing from 'Brother Jing'!"

Qi Jingyu's hand holding the pen paused, "Brother Jing?"

"It's a hero, the kind with great martial arts, and married a very smart lady. They are very affectionate. Well, that's it."

An Beibei spoke enthusiastically, without noticing that the other party's face had changed several times.

(End of this chapter)