"Wear it, your body is your own."

After perceiving Ying'er's thoughts, Ye Xiaoyu walked over and picked up the coat that was thrown on the ground, put it on Ying'er's body again, ignored her reaction, and walked away.

Looking at Ye Xiaoyu's distant back, Ying'er pulled up the coat draped on her body, and her face was erratic.

Back in Nanyuan, Hong'er went out to wash clothes, and this batch of handkerchiefs had also been completed, and Ye Xiaoyu suddenly didn't know what to do alone. It's definitely not okay to do nothing like this, maybe I shouldn't listen to Jiang Ping anymore, and I'm about the same rest, it's time to go back to school. In fact, Ye Xiaoyu has always had a tangled place, this batch of handkerchiefs has been completed, should he take the handkerchiefs to the capital to sell them first, or should he go to the school first? Because of Ye Xiaoyu's special situation, these two things that seem to be unrelated have a great relationship.

If you go back to class now, when you go to the capital, you will have to face the same problem as last time, that is, whether to take leave or skip class. If you go to the capital first, it is actually a good choice, but the experience of the capital last time left some knots in Ye Xiaoyu's heart, and she has some resistance in her heart now, and she always thinks that it is better to rest for a while before going.

Tangled and entangled, and finally decided to go to class first, and he was not in a hurry to use the money now, and he set a time to act on the handkerchief matter.

Therefore, that afternoon, after Ye Xiaoyu finished reporting to Jiang Ping, she went to the school. As soon as Qian Yi saw Ye Xiaoyu, he came over and asked for warmth, because thanks to Ye Xiaoyu and Ling Yu, his grandmother was safe and sound, as soon as he thought of this, he became more and more impressed by these two people, although they were young, they had incredible abilities, and although they had been taught by others and read poetry and books, they had been kept in the dark by the warlocks of the rivers and lakes, and they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when they thought about it.

Ling Yu, as always, even if he hadn't seen each other for many days, still had a seemingly familiar but unfamiliar greeting with Ye Xiaoyu, probably because Lu Qian was staring at the side, Ye Xiaoyu felt that even though he and Ling Yu had experienced something, the feeling between them was always distant and strange.

Not to mention Sunny, who always looked like he was dead, with a cold face, as if everyone owed him a lot of money.

Ignoring the eye knives that Lu Qian frequently throws, Ye Xiaoyu sat down in his previous position, but when Qian Yi announced that the afternoon was a calligraphy class, Ye Xiaoyu's regretful intestines were blue, and his brush words, to say ugly, were almost the same as "ghost paintings", needless to say to others, even he couldn't bear to look at it directly, he knew that it was so, it was better to choose to go to the capital to sell handkerchiefs.

Qian Yi walked to the front of the class, unfolded the scroll, and presented in front of Ye Xiaoyu and them were "benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faith, loyalty, filial piety, honesty and courage", these ten traditional Chinese characters, in fact, these words are not difficult, if there is a pen or something like that, Ye Xiaoyu has no problem writing 10,000 in one breath, but now what is going to be used is the soft brush, Ye Xiaoyu picked up the brush on the pen stand on the table, dipped it in ink, tried to write a few words, and found that he couldn't even write a simple "丨". Suddenly a little embarrassed, I quickly and quietly tore up the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into a drawer.

Now that I am riding a tiger, I am in a dilemma, since I have come to class, I must complete the tasks assigned by Mr. on time, this is the basic etiquette, no way, but, as a modern person who has written hard pen simplified Chinese since he was a child, Ye Xiaoyu has no foundation at all for things like brushes. Therefore, she had to draw slowly against word by word, yes, she was indeed "drawing" instead of writing, just a few words, Ye Xiaoyu was sweating profusely, looking up at Ling Yu in the front row, although he couldn't see the words he wrote, but from the movements of his hand, it can be seen that the world under his pen must be the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing.

"Ah......!!!h

With an exclamation, Lu Qian, who was in the front row, suddenly jumped up from his seat.

Ye Xiaoyu stretched her neck to see that she had knocked over the ink cartridge, and her desk and the sleeves of her clothes were all black and full of ink.

Ling Yu hurriedly moved the chair away and let Lu Qian come out, so as not to stain his clothes with ink again, Qian Yi took a rag from the drawer of the table on the podium, and wiped the ink on the table dry, the ink was very thick, and as soon as the white rag was stained, it instantly turned black.

"Warbler-son-"

Lu Qian stood in front of the table and shouted, she was wearing a brand new white fluffy cloak today, and now the sleeves and the front of the clothes were full of ink, wet and black, and the whole person instantly became agitated.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

During Lu Qian's class, Ying'er had to stand outside the door and wait, but now when she heard the shout, she thought something had happened, so she rushed into the classroom.

As soon as she saw Lu Qian's appearance, Ying'er couldn't help but sigh in her heart, this time, she was busy again. I don't know what kind of abuse I made in my previous life, but I actually followed Lu Qian, a fool, in this life.

"What's wrong? Hurry up and send me back to change clothes!! Clumsy. ”

Lu Qian hurriedly shouted, he must not lose face in front of Ling Yu, the most urgent thing now is to leave here quickly and go back to change a set of clothes. Thinking of this, Lu Qian didn't want Ling Yu to see her embarrassment for a moment, and hurriedly asked Ying'er to send her back.

After Lu Qian left, the calligraphy class still had to continue, looking at his own words in front of him, Ye Xiaoyu was already desperate, although he had written very carefully, but after a closer look, it was still difficult to shoot, but Ye Xiaoyu also knew that practicing this kind of thing, there would be no way to speed up for a while, and in the future, in addition to making handkerchiefs, I still have to take some time to practice calligraphy, otherwise, no matter how you are, when others look at this crooked word, they should have lost more than half of their impression points.

"Classmate Ye, we know that you have always had a unique point of view, but I didn't expect your handwriting to be so special."

I don't know when, Qian Yi was already standing in front of him, and at this time he was looking down at the words on Ye Xiaoyu.

"Huh? I was laughed at by my husband, my handwriting has been very ugly since I was a child......"

Listening to Qianyi's words, Ye Xiaoyu was a little embarrassed, but thinking that he was only ten years old now, and it was already good to be able to write, he was immediately relieved.

"Xiaoyu, your word...... Haha"

Ling Yu in the front row heard the voice, turned around, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Ye Xiaoyu's words.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my words?! ”

Ye Xiaoyu replied angrily, she is only ten years old now, and it is not bad to be able to write so many traditional Chinese characters completely, and probably because of her reading habits, Ye Xiaoyu now feels that the words on her desk are actually not bad.

"I didn't ...... Just a little bit unexpected ......"

Ling Yu said with a forced smile. Perhaps because of the reason of "painting", some of the structures of the words written by Ye Xiaoyu have overlapped together and become a mess. Usually looking at Ye Xiaoyu's resourceful appearance, Ling Yu has always felt that her words should also be very good-looking, but I didn't expect to see it today...... Looking at the words on the table, Ling Yu couldn't help but laugh again.

"It's okay, kid, words are such things, you will be fine with more practice."

Qian Yi smiled and comforted Ye Xiaoyu.

Eh, I'm only ten years old, a ten-year-old child, where can I see if I can write well? Ye Xiaoyu remembered that when she was ten years old in her previous life, she wrote words, uh, well, it looks better than now, but now she writes with a brush, which is different from hard pen words. No matter what he did, no matter how they laughed, Ye Xiaoyu felt that his words were not as ugly as they said.