The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 1330 Your Words Are Used to Avoid Evil

After Fu Ling returned home, she was still suffocating, and she could only feel relieved after seeing the handwriting around her intact.

When she pushed open the door, Chu Qing was sitting at the table reading a book, Fu Ling took a closer look, she had put those books in the cabinet for an unknown amount of time, and there was still some dust on them that hadn't been wiped clean!
Most of her medical skills have been treasured by her, and now there are only some idle books left, and she has not read them for a long time and has forgotten what is in them, but seeing Chu Qing is happy to read, Fu Ling thinks about going to the street next time to buy a few more The book came back, so that he could relieve his boredom.

Today's weather is fine, the sun shines through the tree branches and casts shadows on Chu Qing's face, making his already handsome face a little more defined than usual.

Although it was amnesia, Chu Qing's five senses were still very sensitive. He noticed when Fu Ling pushed the door open, but he didn't speak until he finished the last two pages of the book before closing the book.

"How long are you going to be there?"

He slowly poured himself a glass of water again, and Fu Ling came back to his senses from the semi-demented state, his cheeks were slightly red as if he had been pierced, "You and I are husband and wife, I can't look at you yet." gone?"

"Yes." The smile on Chu Qing's face became more gentle, "You can watch it for as long as you want, but aren't you tired just standing there? It's exhausting to go out this trip, so come here and rest first!"

He patted the chair next to him, poured a cup of tea for Fu Ling, and pushed it to her when she sat down.

Thinking of going out this time, Fu Ling felt a little unhappy again, "Today I met someone on the street who wanted to buy your calligraphy."

She still told Chu Qing about this, in fact, she just wanted to praise his handwriting is really very beautiful, so what did the people who want to buy his handwriting say?Very personable.

While thinking about this, Fu Ling felt happy because Chu Qing was praised, but it was not so good when she thought that these words would be bought.

"Isn't this very good?" Unexpectedly, Chu Qing's eyes lit up after hearing what he said, and he gestured twice with his hands eagerly, "If someone really likes it, then I will write more and sell it to earn more money. A few dollars."

"What are you thinking?" Fu Ling stared, and then said dissatisfied: "I want to keep your writing to avoid evil, take it out and sell it, what do I keep with me?"

In fact, she was unwilling to part with it, but insisted on making up a bad reason to bluff people.

Chu Qing saw the little Jiujiu in her heart, and immediately rubbed her head with a smile, "If you want to avoid evil, why don't you let me write a few words on your body, so that you can avoid it more thoroughly. What are those words? No, if they like it, then sell it. I am now half a useless person. I have to rely on you to support my legs before they get better. a little."

In fact, Chu Qing knew in his heart that the family was short of money. Although Fu Ling never took it to the surface, he could see it from the details. What's more, although the house he lived in was clean, there were occasional leaks. What's even more frightening is that he can only stare at him, and there is nothing he can do about it. Now that someone appreciates his handwriting, it's just a matter of his hands.

Unexpectedly, Fu Ling shook her head very seriously, "I said that if I don't sell it, I won't sell it. Those people on the street got angry with me when they wanted to buy calligraphy. Why are you still angry with me when you get home?"

She narrowed her eyes and walked away angrily.

Chu Qing opened his mouth behind her, but he didn't stop calling her after all, and could only shake his head seeing her gradually leaving back.

Soon, it was winter, and there were fewer prey in the mountains. Fuling used to come back with a bunch of things, big and small, but these days he could only bring back some hares and pheasants, and occasionally just pick some fruits. The time to come back is getting later and later.

(End of this chapter)