MTL - Lovers Always on the Counterattack-Chapter 32
Although it ’s just a different name, Bai Sang feels that he and Zhou Mo are obviously closer to each other—maybe the fate between people is so wonderful, Zhou Mo attracted him as a confidant when he saw him at the first sight, and Bai Sang also felt that Zhou Mo was extremely kind and approachable, just like his imaginary brother.
White satin's mother hurt her body during delivery, and her family was poor and she could not afford more children. Therefore, white satin became a rare seed in the home of the rural people. She could only watch other people's brothers and sisters in groups. , But he is alone and alone.
When he was young, Bai Satin really hoped that he could have a brother, and for some reason, he always felt that he should have an elder brother-a calm and reliable brother who can shelter him from the wind and rain.
Later, as he grew older, this illusion was soon wiped out by life, until Zhou Mo's appearance once again awakened his longing for his brother, as if his wish had finally reached that.
Seeing that White Satin really relaxed in front of himself, Zhou Mo took the opportunity to hit the snake with his stick, leaving aside the serious topic, and talked about some common things that had nothing to do with business. He picked up a piece of draft paper used by white satin and glanced at it, "Xian Brother actually literate, did he ever go to private school?"
"I just went out to the private window and watched for a while, and I couldn't go there." Bai Sang smiled awkwardly. "Later, the North Hu people went south. I didn't go there anymore. Instead, I learned woodworking with the master. I will stay there." It was stable, and with the remaining money, I picked it up again, bought a few books, and groped for some self-learning. I don't know if it was right or wrong. "
The white satin of this life did not go to school, but with the foundations of previous generations, even if you don't remember anything, it is much faster when you learn again.
However, he is not very familiar with writing with a brush. He usually writes and writes carbon strips that are sealed and fired with wood. Now when he picks up the brush, he is a bit blind, the line strokes are thick and thin, and occasionally shady. It's hard to see anyone in a ball.
Zhou Mo was annoyed when he saw him, and smiled gently: "It's not bad to learn to this extent, but this word really needs more practice." As he said, he seemed to have a sudden whimsy and was full of interest. I have to suggest, "Although the fool is also a rough man, he does n’t have much ink in his stomach, but the words are still readable. Why do n’t I teach you how to write?"
As soon as the white satin eyes lighted, naturally she responded, and Zhou Mo immediately opened her posture, paved paper, studied ink, and raised a pen on white rice paper. She wrote a poem full of ambition and grandeur.
Zhou Mo's words are really outstanding, grand and iron-painted silver hooks, as straightforward as he is, and indomitable. Even people who are incomprehensible, such as white satin, can't help but praise a "good word" secretly in their hearts, looking to Zhou Mo's eyes full of wonder and admiration.
Zhou Mo succeeded in showing off a feather in front of his spouse, calmly pressed down his proudness, and then handed the pen to Bai Satin: "Come, Brother White, you imitate what I just did and try again. "Speaking, he rubbed his arm around the other's small waist secretly, and helped him earnestly help the suspended wrist, while adjusting his posture, while explaining to him the main points of writing, , Wrists flat, palms up, wrists and elbows hanging up-speaking, when I was a child practicing words, I had to hang sandbags on my wrists, winter training 39, summer training three volts, it is no easier than Xi Wu! "
Bai Sang listened carefully, and she followed Zhou Mo's instructions to adjust her movements. She didn't realize how much tender tofu she was eating.
Fortunately, Zhou Mo knew that he could not go too far, and soon he took it when he saw it. He squeezed the tip of the pen and lifted it, sure that White Satin squeezed the brush tightly, and finally nodded with satisfaction: "Now, try to write it."
"Write ... what?" White satin had never been so formal before, so it was a little nervous, and he didn't know how to fall.
"It's good to write anything ... Just write-Xiandi's name." Zhou Mo suggested.
White satin nodded, writing pens carefully, but the writing became more weird and restrained because he was too careful.
Zhou Mo chuckled, suddenly grabbing the white satin waist, while the other hand took advantage of his stiffness, covering his right hand: "Don't be nervous, I'll take you to write."
Zhou Mo's breath was spitting near the white satin ears, which made him slightly redden his cheeks, only to feel that his whole body seemed to be surrounded by the breath of the other side, a little uncomfortable, but a little relieved.
——This embrace gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and he could not afford to be half guarded against exclusion.
Under the leadership of Zhou Mo, the arm of white satin moved slowly and solidly with the strokes, and the words "white satin" gradually formed on the white paper, which not only had the softness and meticulousness of white satin, but also contained Zhou Mo The firmness of the two is decisive, and the two complement each other and look like one.
After writing the name of white satin, Zhou Mo did not let him go, but wrote the word "zhou Mo" beside him. Looking at the two names side by side, Zhou Mo showed a traceless smile, but his tone was very serious: "How? Xiandi, did you find a feeling?"
White satin nodded slightly, although he was a little overwhelmed by the intimate posture just now, but I have to say that the teaching method of this hand is really effective, so that white satin quickly caught the trick.
Under the guidance of Zhou Mo, the white satin became more and more relaxed when writing, and the handwriting gradually became round and free from the previous jerky and tenderness. Although still making some mistakes from beginners from time to time, it has been looming. Be his own style.
——Anyway, Bai Sang has dealt with writing brushes in previous life. The accomplishment is not too shallow. As long as you really get started, the progress will be thousands of miles away.
As his handwriting became more and more beautiful with the speed visible to the naked eye, the interest of white satin practice became more and more high, until the daylight spilled out of the window gradually turned yellow, then he realized that he had practiced for so long. .
I was embarrassed and wanted to apologize to Zhou Mo and Bai Sang. I could n’t wait for the time to go back. Zhou Mo was only going to ask him how to improve his equipment, but he did n’t expect to be dragged by him for so long. Such a long time for big men really annoyed and frightened Bai Satin.
Zhou Mo waved his hand slightly, and his face was displeased: "Since you call me" brother ", it is my duty to accompany my brother to practice calligraphy. Is it true that you treat me like a big brother?"
He was bluffed and bowed his head, his guilt was intertwined with joy, and he hated being able to immediately confide his own "brother".
Seeing that the white satin was still so coquettish, Zhou Mo sighed in his heart, and was extremely worried.
The white satin has a sincere character. If you treat him well, he can't wait to turn it into a tenth in return. This kind of character is indeed a favorite, but it can also be easily used by others. If it falls into the hands of a caring person, he will probably I can't tell whether the other person really treats him or has other plans-or even worse, even if he knows that the other person is using himself, but as long as he receives the favor, he will be willing to drive him.
This is why Zhou Mo chose to seal his memory and let him live his life like an ordinary person. White satin is not suitable for a situation full of intrigues and insinuations-at least he is not suitable now.
Slowing down, Zhou Mo raised his hand and touched the head of the white satin, softly reproaching: "Since I recognize my elder brother, I can't be as good as me in the future."
White Satin nodded obediently, no matter what Zhou Mo said, he wouldn't have half resistance.
"It's not early now, let's go to dinner together." Seeing Bai Sang being taught, Zhou Mo revealed this with a smile. He pinched Bai Satin's right hand and took off the writing brush in his hand, but accidentally touched the thick cocoon of the palm of his palm.
Zhou Mo moved a moment. He lowered the writing brush, opened the white satin hand, and stroked the thick cocoons and deep or shallow, large and small cuts, distressed.
In previous generations, white satin was carefully and pampered, and there was no scar on or around his body. His hands were white, flawless, slender and delicate, like fine art.
In this life, these perfect works of art have been blamed with so many flaws. They are obviously no longer beautiful, but they are even more pitying and loving.
Zhou Mo only felt that his nose was a little bit sour: "All these years ... it really hurts you."
The white satin was held by Zhou Mo and touched tenderly and compassionately. The whole person was very uncomfortable and even confused. He understood that Zhou Mo seemed to be distressing him, but could not share the feelings with him.
In his opinion, his life is going very well, at least he has nothing to worry about, and he still has a little extra money, compared to those poor people who have no clothes, no food, and have to rise to save their lives. Too much happiness.
What's more, if it is tragic, it is Zhou Mo, who has gone through a lot of ups and downs. Not only is he shocked on the battlefield, but he also tastes the great general who has been assigned and exiled, and has a worse time than a beast.
"I'm not bitter." White Satin shook his head slightly. "And I believe that you will make our lives better."
"Well, I will." Zhou Mo clenched his white satin, Zheng Zhengjian head.
-Originally, he did this just to fulfill his original desire, to replace him to protect the land and the people living on it. But now, he is really sincere in his heart that he wants to regain this broken mountain and river, overthrow the decaying court, and the peace and prosperity of the people.
——After all, this is the world where he and Baishang will live for a lifetime, and his lover should be in good health and carefree, not in a chaotic and chaotic world.
Zhou Mo is selfish and indifferent. He is completely unable to appreciate the compassionate heart he would never regret if he abandoned himself, and even dismissed it.
But if his lover is also one of the many sentient beings waiting for his own help, and if this is also his wish and desire, then Zhou Mo will do all he can, do his utmost, and do nothing.
