You're Too Stupid, I Don't Like It

——The pre-collection of ancient words "A guest came from the deserted grave beside the inkstone", the copy is at the back, please collect it—— Copywriting of this article: [Ink-making businessman Chen Qingqian | Fuyuan, a hiker whose name does not match his name | Two-way pull | Pretending to have amnesia | Reunion after a long absence] The century-old pine wood stored in Qingwu Mountain in Songcheng is a rare raw material for making top-quality pine smoke ink. Chen Qingqian went to Songcheng twice, externally for the Chen family's ink-making business, but deep down she had a plan - she wanted to pretend to have amnesia, not only to uncover the person behind the scenes who wanted to kill her, but also to completely break away from the Chen family. When we first met four years ago, Fuyuan was a hiker with a dull personality. She has lived in the mountains and forests for a long time and has no contact with the world. She has a taciturn and indifferent temperament, and her writing is clumsy and ugly. She bluntly complained: "You are too stupid, I don't like it." At that time, he only lowered his eyes and remained silent, looking sad. I encountered a cliff collapse when I left Songcheng three years ago, and came back a year later. The person waiting for her is no longer the boring gourd she used to be. The dull hiker of the past lost all his dullness and became eloquent and articulate. He stopped her in the morning mist, his voice wrapped in the coldness of the mountains: "I persuaded myself to let go a thousand times, but you came back after all." Chen Qingqian was accustomed to calculating the gains and losses in everything. She thought she had the whole situation. She wanted to use her "amnesia" to cut off her feelings and just wanted to use silver to trade with him. Unexpectedly, she miscalculated. The reborn Fuyuan took advantage of the situation and used Shuqi to press forward step by step. The purpose was not to expose her, but to protect and favor her. Small Theater Chen Qingqian looked at the highly similar handwriting on the contract and pretended to be confused: "Your handwriting... Is quite similar to mine." There was a smile in Fuyuan's eyes, and he said lightly: "Have you really forgotten? Three years ago, you thought my handwriting was ugly. PS: The full text is in the abstract, and the full text is in the manuscript. It is expected to be completed on September 14th. ——Pre-receive documents—— The copy is as follows: Mu Shutong, as a well-known restorer of calligraphy and paintings, has gradually developed the ability to lie in order to hide the right and wrong of a painting. In order to make a living, he lied that he came from a deserted country. In order to stay away from right and wrong, he deliberately concealed his true identity and came to Manshui City in the south alone. Until Ji Guiyao, the famous bone picker in Manshui City, appeared in front of her. The bone pickers passed down from generation to generation have been doing the job of collecting bones for more than ten years. They can tell the origin of every tomb on the mountain outside the city with their eyes closed. They can also see through the lies in the mouths of all living people at a glance. He fell in love with her at first sight. He didn't send gold or silver or say any words of love. He directly put the broken painting he had just taken out from the ancient tomb on her desk, accurately exposing her disguise: "Your gesture of pinching the brush doesn't look like you have mediocre skills..." Mu Shutong was on guard against him exposing her identity every day, and he quietly tried to expose her lies every day. Intention: Cherish the moment.