"Really? What will Sixth Brother use to fill it?"
"Hmm, didn't you say my handwriting looks nice? Then I'll write a line of poetry for you every day, how about that?"
"But I can't understand it."
"I'll teach you. Every time I write a line, I'll teach you that line, so by the time the box is filled, you'll be able to read many lines of poetry and recognize many characters."
"Great, great, Sixth Brother, let's agree on that then!"
Such slightly childish words echoed in Jiang Shiheng's ears as he opened the box in his hands and took out the small piece of paper inside.
He unfolded it, and it was his handwriting.
This thing is the most longing.
"Sixth Brother, is this Red Bean? Is it the longing mentioned in the poem?"
"Yes, longing red bean."
"Then I'll keep this red bean carefully too."
"Silly girl, do you know what longing means?"
"...I, I don't know!"
At this moment, a portrait was already spread out in front of him.
