The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 248 Luo Jia's font

"Okay, let's start." After the ink was finished, Yun Cheng withdrew his hand, and a piece of white snow returned to his sleeve.

Roca's eyes dimmed.

Then he waved the wolf howl, stained some ink, and swam around his wrist.

"There are beautiful people, you will never forget them when you see them, if you don't see them for a day, you will think like crazy."

"Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that my lovesickness is bitter, the long-term lovesickness is long, and the short lovesickness is infinite."

"Yun Cheng, how about my handwriting?"

Luo Jia dipped his ink and wrote these two lines.

Obviously looking at Yun Cheng with deep meaning in his eyes, how could Yun Cheng not understand, this little boy now, whenever he finds a chance, he will confess to himself.

It's not lovesickness, it's joy.

All the time, anytime, anywhere, they are seizing the opportunity to confess their love to Yuncheng, for fear that Yuncheng will forget it anytime.

Yuncheng was speechless at first, but later he didn't want to talk to him.

I looked at Luo Jia's words carefully.

Luo Jia used lowercase letters, with square fonts, graceful and elegant.

The word is like its person.

Yun Cheng nodded. Although Luo Jia was very clever in writing and studying, he did not give up his efforts. He got up early every day to read and study.

Yuncheng is still very satisfied with this.

"It didn't regress, but improved a little."

"It's just the word, only craftsmanship, no soul."

Yun Cheng frowned and commented that Luo Jia's lowercase writing is very good, just like the ones on the copybook.

But this is exactly the same, it looks like an imitation.

Empty skin and bones, no soul.

"Miraculous doctor Yun?" Someone outside suddenly called Yun Cheng, Yun Cheng turned around and said, "I'll go out and have a look, you can write another word, I'll come back later to read."

Roca nodded.

He waited for Yun Cheng to walk out of the door, and then took up his pen again.

Swipe a pen and write: "When there is a limit to the ends of the world, there is only endless love."

This font is completely different from the delicate lowercase script just now. If you look carefully, there is actually a shadow of Yuncheng's font.

The momentum of gold and iron horse rushed towards the face, the vigorous and powerful handwriting, iron painting and silver hook, also carried two points of blood and chill.

Cloud riding is calm.

Luo Jia's intent was to kill.

Integrating into this poem, there is even a two-point harmony, and must win.

Luo Jia put down his pen, folded the paper, and put it away.

He didn't want Yun Cheng to see another side of himself, but he didn't know how long he could bear it.

He folded the written paper and put it in his sleeve, then sat down and wrote in lower case quietly.

Yuncheng came back after a short meeting.

"what's up?"

"Someone came to see the doctor."

Now Yuncheng is very busy, but villagers sometimes ask to come to see a doctor, Yuncheng will still help, but still charge a consultation fee.

After that, both of them stopped talking, Yun Cheng picked up a book, leaned it on the soft bed, and just read it quietly.

The sun shines on the face, and the warm yellow cloud rides the whole person, as if it is about to become a fairy.

As Luo Jia was writing, the posture of his hand suddenly changed.

He glanced at Yun Cheng, then picked up the pen and wrote two strokes.

From time to time, Luo Jia peeked secretly, afraid that Yun Cheng would know that he was not doing his job properly.

When the sun had completely set and the sky was dark, Yun Cheng put down the book and straightened up: "Is the painting finished?"

The book that Yun Cheng put down was just spread out on the small table carelessly, with a few large characters written on the title: "The little white face met the empress for the first time."

Luo Jia shook his hand and almost destroyed the whole painting.

Does Yuncheng already know?

Seeing that Luo Jia didn't speak, Yun Cheng thought that his painting was extremely bad, and he made himself ugly, and felt guilty.

(End of this chapter)