Cannon fodder man becomes Sweeter with Him (Chinese Bl MTL Novel)

Chapter 69 - Revenge is coming

Chapter 69   -  Revenge is coming

　　"You'd better not get so close to me."

　　Ling Ziyou pushed his hand away, got out of his arm, and changed his position.

　　Xia Zhiyun did not continue to embarrass him, but kept staring at him, her dark eyes seeming to see through him.

　　Ling Ziyou couldn't resist Xia Zhiyun's probing gaze and didn't look up.

　　What did he discover?

　　Can they really live in peace with each other? He didn't understand. Didn't the other party have Song Bai?

　　Xia Zhiyun supported the table and looked at Ling Ziyou's changing expression, feeling an unknown sense of loss in her heart.

　　Outside the box door, the sound of Xia Shaobo and others talking and laughing interrupted their thoughts.

　　Xia Zhiyun turned around and went out, and Ling Ziyou put down his pen and followed closely. Xia Shaobo, a man about forty years old, walked in.

　　The man looks calm yet handsome, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He has deep features and his hair is combed back, revealing a smooth forehead, giving people a rigorous and mysterious feeling.

　　Is this the charm of middle-aged men?

　　Ling Ziyou felt that Xia Shaobo was very caring about people. This man's fan base probably ranged from eighty to cute. Xia Zhiyun must be tall, but he looks a bit childish in front of the two elder brothers.

　　"elder brother."

　　"Zhiyun, Ziyou, are you here? This is Tian Lin, the president of the Calligraphy Association. An old friend of mine."

　　Xia Zhiyun reached out towards Tian Lin, and Tian Lin held his hand with a gentle smile.

　　After a few people exchanged greetings, they should have sat down at their seats, but Tian Lin's sharp eyes saw the scroll hanging by Ling Ziyou behind the partition.

　　The eyes under the lenses narrowed, and he quickly passed a few people, and when he reached the partition, he stopped in his tracks.

　　"Brother Tian, ​​what's wrong?"

　　Xia Shaobo walked slowly, and when he approached, he was stunned on the spot, "This word..."

　　Ling Ziyou's face bulged slightly, wondering if he spilled the ink when he was using someone else's table?

　　"Who wrote this word?" Tian Lin's tone was urgent.

         Ling Ziyou's little head was blocked behind Xia Zhiyun, and he explained, "We just wrote here and didn't have time to clean it up."

　　"Did you write this calligraphy?" Tian Lin turned to look at Xia Zhiyun seriously, with a solemn expression, "Xiao Xia, are you selling this calligraphy for one million?"

　　"..."

　　Ling Ziyou's little head popped up with a complicated expression, "How much did you just say?"

　　Tian Lin thought his offer was too low, "Is two million okay?"

　　Xia Shaobo was not happy anymore, "Tian Lin, are you bullying my brother for being a student? The words you bought before were all starting at five million, and you still have the nerve to ask for two million.

　　Look, this writing is flowing like clouds and water, and the writing is like clouds and smoke. The calligraphy incorporates the perseverance of Confucianism and the simplicity of Lao and Zhuang. There is no earthly glitz in the writing, and the meaning of the true meaning of emptiness and distance is expressed. His skills are no worse than those of an old man of twenty or thirty years old. Zhiyun, give this word to your elder brother. Write another one and sell it to him. "