After dinner, the night was getting deeper, and Su Jingyun was on the desk to review and review, without the slightest intention of going to bed. He Tiantian lay next to him and yawned: "Why are there so many twists and turns?" Is your dad lazy again? ”

Su Jingyun ignored her, and after a while, the corners of her lips curled: "Xu is Lefang is rehearsing a new song and dance again." ”

He Tiantian burst out laughing: "I know." "In the end, if you have amnesia, you will arrange your own Lao Tzu.

Su Jingyun wrote, stopped, and looked up at the ink cartridge.

In the round lotus-patterned cartridge, the cinnabar was empty again.

Su Jingyun opened his mouth and was about to call someone, He Tiantian hurriedly rushed over and looked at him with a blank eye: "I'll adjust it for you, okay?" ”

Su Jingyun was a little surprised: "Will you?" ”

"No, it won't." He Tiantian tugged at his sleeve and shook it gently, "You teach me, okay?" ”

Su Jingyun looked at her and didn't speak.

He Tiantian shook his sleeve pitifully for a while, and suddenly realized: "Oh, don't you know it either, forget it." ”

"The basic skills of enlightenment and admission, how can it not be." Su Jingyun shook her sleeves and shook off her hand, but between her eyebrows, there was a little melancholy, "It's these trivial things, I remember them so firmly, I should remember them, but I forgot them all." ”

He Tiantian forced himself to hold back his tears, and turned out the cinnabar box and the white paste box: "What's so sad, you forgot me, and I didn't say anything." ”

She pretended to be busy, and quickly picked up the long-handled porcelain spoon, picked a little cinnabar, and picked a little white paste: "Is that so?" How much water should I add? ”

"The proportions are not right." Su Jingyun took the spoon in her hand, added a little more white paste, and added another spoonful of water, "This paste increases the viscosity of cinnabar, if it is less, after the handwriting is dry, the cinnabar will fall off." ”

He Tiantian put his hands on his cheeks and looked at him on the bookcase: "Then what proportion is appropriate?" ”

Su Jingyun didn't answer immediately, kept adjusting the cinnabar and pushed it in front of her: "Don't care about the proportion, you try this viscosity, and follow this in the future." ”

He Tiantian stirred the cinnabar he had adjusted, felt the resistance when the spoon turned, and shouted, "No matter the proportion? I'm a newbie, so I'm trying little by little, when do I have to try? ”

Su Jingyun took out an empty ink cartridge from the drawer, mixed another box of cinnabar, and grinded it with a stone bar, and said: "Because there is no established ratio for concocting cinnabar, it all depends on everyone's preferences." ”

"Oh." He Tiantian responded, and suddenly thought about what the Biqu Pavilion www.biquge.info, and raised his head with a swish, "Then what you taught me is your preference?" ”

Su Jingyun didn't make a sound, but it was obviously like that.

He Tiantian grinned, held the spoon with a long handle, looked at him and smiled.

Su Jingyun frowned and glanced at her: "What are you smiling, the cinnabar is about to drip down." ”

He Tiantian hurriedly put down the spoon and continued to stir cinnabar, but the smile on his face couldn't be stopped.

There is no proportion, just by feeling, it is really not something that can be learned immediately, He Tiantian adjusted left and right, dug up the cinnabar box to the bottom, and did not tune out the ideal cinnabar.

After Su Jingyun finished reading the recital, she took the Mao test and tried the box she finally adjusted, and said, "It's almost, that's it." ”

He Tiantian asked hopefully, "Is it the kind you like?" ”

Su Jingyun shook his head and threw the brush into the pen wash: "No." ”

He Tiantian's shoulders immediately collapsed, and he said in frustration: "Then I have to adjust!" ”

"The cinnabar is gone, what's the mix?" Su Jingyun stood up, "Clean up the bookcase, and this king will go to bathe and change clothes first." ”

He Tiantian answered, stopped the carriage, called the maid to come up, and went into the room to serve Su Jingyun. As for the bookcase, because there were folds in the pile, she didn't dare to ask the maids to help, so she sorted it out by herself, pouted again, and poured out the cinnabar in the ink cartridge.

After packing up the bookcase, she went into the bathroom to take a shower, and then climbed into bed barefoot. She was tall, but her feet were small and delicate, and there was a drop of crystal water on her white and tender thumb, which shook gently with her movements.

Su Jingyun was half lying at the head of the bed, and when he caught a glimpse of it inadvertently, he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore, and his voice tightened: "He Tiantian ......"

Who knew that He Tiantian didn't wait for him to finish, he pouted and got up: "I know, I know, don't rush!" ”

She muttered, got out of bed, rummaged around, dragged a large pillow out of the cupboard, and threw it heavily into the middle of the bed.

Su Jingyun was a little stunned, and only turned his head sideways for a while to look at the pillow: "He Tiantian, if you don't want to ......"

"Yes! Willing! I've found all the pillows, what else do you want! He Tiantian hugged the pillow angrily, pressed his legs up, and kicked his white feet one after another, "Cut, who rarely hugs you!" I love to hug the pillow! Pillow! ”

It's dull like this, and I still love pets! Su Jingyun tightened the corners of his lips, retracted his gaze, turned over heavily, and was silent.

Don't get angry with the pillow, get angry with the pillow, what kind of person! He Tiantian waved his fist twice at his back, hugged the pillow and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Xu was in the middle of the night, Xu was early in the morning, people who practiced martial arts have always slept lightly, Su Jingyun keenly felt that there was something warm and soft, rolled into his arms, and immediately opened his eyes.

The warm thing was He Tiantian, the soft thing, the big pillow, she actually hugged the pillow, rolled into his arms, and slept soundly.

What the hell is this sleeping phase! Su Jingyun pushed her away with all her might, but as expected, before half a minute, she rolled back again, and she was still holding her big pillow.

Su Jingyun was a little irritable, a little helpless, too lazy to push her again, so she directly stretched out her hand, pulled the pillow out, and threw it far under the bed.

He Tiantian snorted twice, waved his hands, kicked his legs, and quickly used him as a pillow, using his hands and feet together, and wrapped it around.

Don't hug when you should hug it, but only hug it when you sleep like a dead pig! Su Jingyun knew that it would be futile to push her away, so he simply lifted the placket of her clothes and put his hand inside.

I did everything I needed to do last night, what a pretentiousness!

It's not his pet, it's his woman!

But...... What's the use of this...... The person in his arms suddenly slept well, and he didn't wake up when he touched and rubbed it, and in the end, he still suffered, opened his eyes, and spent the night.

It is rare to have good weather in winter, and the bright sunshine illuminates the Western clock at the head of the bed through the small car window, and it goes to ten o'clock.

He Tiantian shrunk his fist next to his face, yawned slightly, and opened his sleepy eyes.

Hey, why is she holding Su Jingyun?

What about pillows?

She had just woken up, her mind was confused, and she forgot to ask questions, just looked around with her eyes open in doubt.