"What do you think of" Lin Ruiting looked at Mo Ziyu's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, and asked curiously.
"Well, I remembered a poem."
The voice of the mozi fish is as light as a mosquito fly.
"Oh, whose poem is it," Lin Ruiting asked with interest.
"Yes, I thought of a poem myself."
Mo Ziyu replied softly, his cheeks slightly red.
"The poem you thought of yourself" Lin Ruiting's eyes flashed a ripple, and he looked at Mo Ziyu curiously: "You mean you made a poem yourself" "Just one sentence, I made a sentence."
Mo Ziyu lowered his head a little embarrassed.
"I'll hear what you read."
Lin Ruiting asked.
Mo Ziyu shook his head slightly: "I just looked at your paintings and felt it, but I can't put it on the stage, I don't read it." ” Lin Ruiting picked up the brush from the pen holder, dipped it in ink on the inkstone, and then handed it to Mo Ziyu, and said softly: "Write down the poem you composed."
He said as he pointed to the painting.
"Written on your paintings" Mo Ziyu hurriedly shook his head: "I said that my poem must not be on the stage, it will defile your painting." ” "It's okay, I'm here, don't worry."
Lin Ruiting stuffed the brush into Mo Ziyu's hand and continued: "No matter how bad your poem is, I can supplement it into a masterpiece, don't you have confidence in me?"
Mo Ziyu looked at Lin Ruiting hesitantly, and asked softly, "You really let me write" Lin Ruiting nodded at Mo Ziyu and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture.
Mo Ziyu walked to the painting with a brush and wrote a poem on the upper left side of the painting.
Lin Ruiting leaned over, looked at the poem written by Mo Ziyu on the painting, and read softly: "Qingping is lying on the lake and rippling."
This poem is good, and it can't be put on the stage. ” "Do you really think it's good, or do you deliberately comfort me," Mo Ziyu asked with a light glance at Lin Ruiting.
"It's really good."
Lin Ruiting pointed to the duckweed in the painting, and then said: "You see, although it is an ink painting, the word 039 Qingping 039 points out the color of duckweed.
There is also this 039 lying lake 039 that describes the leisurely self-satisfaction of duckweed just right.
The best thing is that the three words 039 ripples 039 bring a static picture out of a dynamic artistic conception, and it is rare that these three words still have the same radical. ” Lin Ruiting said, took the brush in Mo Ziyu's hand, dipped it in ink again, and painted a few rippling ripples next to the duckweed: "I have to match the artistic conception in your poem." ” Mo Ziyu watched Lin Ruiting draw ripples next to the duckweed, and said with a smile: "Then how to continue to write the following poems, I will ask you." ” Lin Ruiting looked at the poems on the painting, frowning slightly and pondering.
A moment later, he drew another pair of mandarin ducks next to the lotus leaves in the water.
Mo Ziyu watched Lin Ruiting draw a pair of mandarin ducks in the water surface of the painting, and asked puzzledly: "Why do you want to draw another pair of mandarin ducks?"
Lin Ruiting's eyes glanced at Mo Ziyu and did not answer, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to write under the poems written by Mo Ziyu.
Mo Ziyu leaned out and looked at Lin Ruiting's pen, and with the speed of his inscription, he read softly: "The cuttlefish is playing in the water."
The years are quiet and the two know each other, and they don't envy the mandarin ducks and immortals."
Lin Ruiting put down the pen in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Mo Ziyu, and asked, "How about the poem I continue to write?"
Mo Ziyu's eyes stared at the poem inscribed on the painting, and read softly: "Qingping is lying on the lake rippling, and the cuttlefish is playing in the water.
The years are quiet and the two know each other, don't envy the mandarin ducks and don't envy the fairy Ruiting, this poem, you wrote it too well. ” "The two of us did it together."
Lin Ruiting hugged Mo Ziyu from behind and took her into his arms: "Xiaoyu, I want to frame this painting and hang it in my study."
Looking at it, I can think of the quiet days when we knew each other and loved each other.
I want to live like this with you forever. ” "Well, we'll live like this forever."
Mo Ziyu muttered softly, leaned his head on Lin Ruiting's chest, and a happy smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
Two years later, in July 1937, the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China.
Lin Ruiting took Mo Ziyu's hand and walked into the main hall of Ruiyuan.
Lin Zhiyuan looked up at the little couple who walked into the hall, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.
"Second uncle, you really don't want to go back to Shencheng with us," Lin Ruiting looked at Lin Zhiyuan and asked.
"If you attend on behalf of Fengting Company, I don't have to go."
Lin Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head.
"However, you are the general manager of Fengting Company."
Lin Ruiting continued.
"Everyone knows that I'm just a nominal general manager."
Lin Zhiyuan's tone was self-deprecating: "Besides, this drinking party is all the upper-class celebrities in Shencheng, I hate this kind of hypocritical entertainment the most, I still like to stay in Ruiyuan and live a quiet life." ” "I don't like that kind of occasion very much, and I also want to accompany my second uncle to stay in Ruiyuan."
Mo Ziyu said along with Lin Zhiyuan's words.
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"Hey, little fish, you have to go."
Lin Zhiyuan loudly denied Mo Ziyu's statement, and then said: "This drinking party, your father-in-law and mother-in-law specially asked Rui Ting to take you to attend, the purpose is to introduce their long-term daughter-in-law to the celebrities in Shencheng, if you don't go, your father-in-law will have no face in the business world of Shencheng." ” "Specially arranged" Mo Ziyu looked at Lin Ruiting when he heard this, and asked in a low voice: "Is this wine party very important?"
Lin Ruiting smiled and nodded.
"No, no," Mo Ziyu asked in a low voice.
Lin Ruiting smiled again and shook his head.
"I, I'm worried that I'll lose face for the Lin family.
That kind of high-end occasion, I," Mo Ziyu explained with some embarrassment.
"Don't say anything like losing face in the future."
Lin Ruiting pulled Mo Ziyu closer, stared into her eyes and said, "You are my wife, as long as you stand by my side, you will already give me a long face, how can you lose face?"
"I'm afraid, I don't understand the rules of those drinking parties."
Mo Ziyu lowered his head embarrassedly.
Lin Ruiting gently hooked Mo Ziyu's chin and said dotingly: "Didn't I already tell you the precautions at the cocktail party yesterday, you are so smart, you will definitely be able to do a good job."
Besides, there are still Niang and Erniang at the cocktail party, you just follow them, and if you don't want to pay attention to other people, you don't have to pay attention to them. ” "Well, I did everything you told me to do."
Mo Ziyu smiled and nodded.
"Mother, Dad, when are we leaving" Lin Chengyou broke free of Qu'er's hand and ran towards Lin Ruiting and Mo Ziyu.
"You'er, slow down."
Mo Ziyu saw Lin Chengyou running over, hurriedly took a few steps forward and hugged him into his arms.
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