Chapter 48： Wonderful flowers from ripples (1/2)

Chu Qingyan.

This is her name.

She was a little stunned, the word Fengshen is chic and subtle, the ink is slightly scented, giving a feeling of soothing and translucent, she never knew that it was a simple word, and she could write such a mesmerizing sight sense.

Xiao Xu didn't know the admiration in her heart, reached for a little rice paper, and slowly said, ”Your name.”

Chu Qingyan nodded subconsciously.

”Literacy starts with your name. For half an hour, you practice these three characters first.” Xiao Xu slightly aside, gave way to her.

Chu Qingyan nodded again.

She dipped her pen in the ink, and the pen was full and round, and the ink was too thick.

She hasn't written a brush for many years, she has no bottom in her heart, her fingers tremble slightly, a drop of thick ink drips out, falls on the white rice paper, and spreads out.

Chu Qingyan subconsciously glanced at Xiao Xu, who was watching her beside him. Seeing that he had no expression, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately collected the ink on the ring. He was so distressed that he got too much ink.

Lifting his spirits, Chu Qingyan leaned down.

One stroke at a time, some stiff, turning into harmony, with thin forks everywhere, Chu Qingyan ashamed, and it really has not been written for many years, and it really can not be seen.

Fortunately, Xiao Xu has nothing to do and let him practice.

Chu Qingyan lowered his head to write again. After writing two sheets of paper, he planned to continue to change his fingers.

Just covered with a new rice paper, and the sunny golden projection under the sleeve was suddenly covered with a black shadow. Chu looked intently, but it was actually a figure. She just wanted to turn around, but saw that the black shadow surrounded her. When I got up, the coldness rushed towards me with the smell of ink fragrance.

Chu Qingyan stayed in place for a while, looking down and watching a long, white hand across her waist and holding her pen, then rested the other hand on the table on her left.

Chu Qingyan thought that a person with such a cold temperament as his temperament, and a person with air-conditioning all over his body, must be like the millennium ice, but after his hand covered her, she only felt warm, like The warm sun on Spring Day was average, and she froze slightly.

Right, how can she be deceived by beauty, even though she is a face-control, but she also has good manners?

She should be angry because she is being eaten tofu, isn't she?

Because Chu Qingyan's back was facing Xiao Xu, he did not see Chu Qingyan's wonderful emotional transformation. After his hand wrapped her little hand, Xiao Xu also froze for a while, this was the first time, He held other people's hands and lived these twenty years. The most he ever did was hold the sword. They were all cold and silent, but only the tenderness in his hand made him feel novel.

Her hands are small, so small that his hands can wrap her around, her flesh and bones are short and thin, as if gently held, she can be seen crushed in her hands, very thin and pitiful.

Xiao Xu moved his finger slightly, and took her hand to turn the pen on the white paper.

Chu Qingyan was also quickly attracted by his actions. She knew that he wanted to teach her how to learn calligraphy by hand. This kind of thing has been done by teachers before. It is a very common thing, but I do n’t know why. She was a little uncomfortable when she got on her body.

”Pay attention.” The cold voice sounded from the side, with a slight displeased sound.