am i a devil

Chapter 222

Xun Ying: "..."

"Amo, what are you doing?" Xun Ying asked Wang Mo, looking at Wang Mo's fluffy little head, which was almost visible to the naked eye, with some hair missing, and was burying himself in his studies.

"I'm reading your love letter." Wang Mo raised his head from the pile of old papers and said dizzily, looking at Xun Ying now, one head was as big as two.

Xun Ying: "..."

"Why don't you share the vocabulary?" Xun Ying asked rather distressed.

"Isn't this what you wrote? I wanted to check it myself, and I looked more serious, but I didn't expect..." Wang Mo looked at the flamboyant calligraphy in front of him, and his head hurt all over his body.

"It's enough for you to use one allusion in a sentence, but you still write traditional characters." Wang Mo wailed.

"When I was in school, reading ancient Chinese prose was not as strenuous as reading your love letters." Wang Mo plunged into the pile of old papers, and there was a muffled sound from the depths of his soul.

Xun Ying: "..."

"I'm sorry." Xun Ying said.

"Because I didn't intend to send them out when I wrote them, so I used the writing habits that I am more comfortable with." Xun Ying patiently explained to Wang Mo.

Wang Mo: "..."

This kind of book bag dropping turned out to be his more handy writing habit. Wang Mo thought to himself, this is no longer a problem of spiritual old people, this is simply the spiritual ancient people.

Wang Mo watched him do a day's reading comprehension without sleeping and eating, and only read a page and a half of his love letter. He suddenly felt that he was so happy living in a modern society.

"Can we have a discussion, if you write love letters in the future, please use modern Chinese." Wang Mo said painfully.

"No problem." Xun Ying readily agreed.

"Amo, don't read these things yet, I'll translate them for you and bring them to you." Xun Ying said.

"That's not necessary, these letters are so beautiful." Wang Mo shook his head and said.

Although he couldn't understand, he felt that Xun Ying's calligraphy was full of ink and dragons and phoenixes, just by looking at it.

"Otherwise, when you find a sunny day, read it to me. I don't think it's easy to understand just by reading, but if you listen to it, combined with the tone of voice, it should be much easier to understand. "Wang Mo proposed a compromise.

"Alright, I'll read it to you when I'm free. Let's go downstairs to eat now. You didn't eat anything during the last meal." Xun Ying nodded in agreement, urging Wang Mo to eat, while not forgetting Temporarily took away his masterpiece, so that Wang Mo would not have to fight at night when he remembered it. If he broke his body, it would be a big problem.

So Wang Mo went downstairs to have a full meal, which finally paid off for his hard work of the day.

"Study by yourself is really a physical job." At the dinner table, Wang Mo said with emotion.

"Students, they must be very tired." The old cat nodded and echoed.

When he came to the South for vacation this time, he really met the Ragdoll cat family, and even went to the other party's vacation homestay as guests.

There is a little owner in the puppet cat’s family. He has just entered middle school, and the class is quite intense. Although he is here for vacation this time, the children of that family go to the beach to play during the day, and they still have to study when they come back at night, let alone Wang Mo. What I read was Xun Ying's masterpiece, and I probably died of exhaustion.

"But you are more tired than ordinary students." The old cat looked at Wang Mo with a trace of compassion.

Wang Mo: "..."

Why do you look at me with such pitiful eyes, Wang Mo thought to himself.

Although he is indeed sad, he is also very lucky. At least he met Xun Ying, and he has such a group of loyal younger brothers. What's more perfect is that there is a cat behind their house, which is not very powerful. Is it

"I'm a little tired, but I'm still in a good posture." Wang Mo then said quite contentedly.

"After looking up the big dictionary for a day, I know a lot of words." Wang Mo said.

In fact, if he shared the vocabulary, it would be easy for him to recognize all the words and apply what he had learned, but because those words were all handwritten by Xun Ying, Wang Mo felt that he should look them up by himself to show respect.

However, his respect also brought him a lot of trouble. At this moment, Wang Mo wondered if he was going to be pseudo-myopic, seeing things with a kind of beauty in the fog.

I managed to maintain the pilot's eyesight, Wang Mo wailed in his heart.

Among the friends and colleagues he has known since he was a child, he has the best eyesight. Wang Mo is quite proud of it, but if Xun Ying writes more love letters to him, this record may not be maintained. down.

"Where is this?" Just when Wang Mo was distressed about his eyesight, the old cat shook his head, and said with a boyish expression on his face.

Wang Mo: ""

"You will know when he writes and draws for you in the future," said the old cat. "He used to be a literati for a while."

Wang Mo nodded, not surprised.

He has traveled with Xun Ying several times, and noticed a habit of Xun Ying, that is, no matter how luxuriously decorated and resplendent the hotel is, Xun Ying will always temporarily remove some decorations in the hotel. Then put on the pots and pans that I brought from home, which are simple to him, and priceless old objects to others, and there are calligraphy and paintings, all of which must be in this business There is a number one real thing.

With such an attitude, no one would believe that he was not a literati before.

"That's okay, I can study hard, and I will definitely be able to keep up." So Wang Mo said very optimistically.

"I guess you can't catch up." The old cat shook his head disapprovingly.

Wang Mo: "..."

Although he hasn't studied many books, his mind is not stupid, so it doesn't mean he can't catch up. Wang Mo is still very young, and he hasn't completely given up his youthful and frivolous temperament, so he thought this way a little bit unconvinced.

"How many people you chase after me, and you will never catch up with him in your life." The old cat shook his head with some emotion, and it seemed that he did not intend to hurt Wang Mo's self-confidence, but rather like ordinary people. A kind of subtle melancholy that is beyond reach.

"By the way, Xun Ying, haven't you mentioned it to Wang Mo?" The old cat asked Xun Ying as if he suddenly remembered something when he saw Wang Mo's reluctance to admit defeat.

"What did you say?" Wang Mo asked curiously.

"Don't you know that the xx post and the xxxx pictures are the works handed down by Xun Ying." The old cat said the names of two priceless calligraphy and paintings.