When Zeng Zimu heard this, he glanced at San'er, and then stepped into the courtyard.

After San'er latched the courtyard door, the two continued to walk towards the main house.

Ye Xiaoyan was almost asleep, and he listened to the knock on the door, but he felt really powerless, and he thought that San'er would definitely take care of it, so he didn't react.

When the two of them stepped into the main door, she also opened her eyes and slowly sat up from the bed, but she still shook the folding fan in her hand.

Still sleepy, she poured herself a cup of tea, intending to be a little sober.

Seeing Ye Xiaoyan drinking tea, San'er was slightly unhappy on his face.

The little lady was going to fall asleep, he didn't come early or late, but coming at this moment was simply disturbing the little lady's dream.

After drinking the tea, Ye Xiaoyan put down the cup and glanced at Zeng Zimu, but saw that the other party's pace was no longer the usual ruffian, and there was a little caution in the falling cloth.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but gloat in her heart, and her apricot eyes smiled crookedly, "Zeng Shaoxia, do you still feel good?" ”

Good? That must be bad, yesterday afternoon practiced two and a half hours of sandbags, less than two hours after I went back, I began to feel sore, and when I woke up from sleep, I felt that my arms were not arms, and my legs were not legs.

Just looking at her like this, he didn't bother to answer her, but his eyes fell on the paper, pen and ink that were still on the wooden table.

The paper on the table was densely covered with handwriting, and he didn't know how to read, so naturally he couldn't recognize it, but those childish and messy penmanship could be seen at a glance as written by someone who had just read and write.

This made him extremely surprised, pen, ink and paper are not to be seen in ordinary peasant households, but not to mention that in this family belonging to the lower poverty here, it is difficult to even eat, where is there spare money to buy these things?

It's just that it has nothing to do with him at this time, so he naturally doesn't want to ask.

"Can I go practice?" He looked at Ye Xiaoyan, his eyes were picked, and he was a little uninhibited.

"Please!" She smiled, and then looked at San'er, "You can practice well!" ”

"Hmm!" San'er nodded when he heard this, then sat down again, picked up the pen and began to practice calligraphy.

Zeng Zimu glanced at it silently on the side, and was even more surprised in his heart, this ink was actually used by San'er, could it be that she was so generous in teaching San'er to learn words?

It's just that he practiced hard for an afternoon yesterday, and he didn't find any way out, but he felt no different from workmanship, but he still made his whole body ache, could it be that this little girl tricked him? !

That's good enough for a reason, after all, I've offended her twice before.

was just tricked by a little girl, how could he be willing?

Yes, he raised his eyebrows and said to the little girl, "You want to try?" ”

When Ye Xiaoyan heard this, he naturally understood what Zeng Zimu meant, so he raised his eyes and glanced at him, with a look of resistance on his face, "It's hot like this, I don't want to move!" ”

"You're not going to lie to you, are you?" He narrowed his eyes, and there was a bit of abuse in his eyes.

Although he had never practiced martial arts, he had never been in such a situation, practicing such an inexplicable thing that he had never seen before, and his body was still so sore.

If he hadn't relied on his willpower today, he wouldn't even be able to get out of bed.

"I lied to you?" Hearing this, Ye Xiaoyan's apricot eyes blinked, and she couldn't help but feel a little funny, "You can practice this sandbag, if you don't like to practice, I haven't forced you, where did I lie to you?" ”

"Didn't you think about taking revenge on me?"

This is what he thought in his heart, yesterday he practiced sandbags all afternoon and returned to the house, and he felt so sore that he couldn't get out of bed, and he wondered if it was the crooked evil method that this girl thought of to rectify him.

"Boring!" Ye Xiaoyan threw him an idiot look, "Do you like to practice!" ”

With that, she shook her fan, stepped out of the house, and walked towards the backyard.

At this time, the backyard is the coolest place. Wait for the sun to be milder, and then she will go to Wangjia Village.

Zeng Zimu stayed in the hall, glanced at the door of the main room, and then looked at the sandbag hanging from the beam.

"Little lady didn't lie to you, we have to practice sooner or later!" San'er glanced at him lightly and said, "It's just that you practiced too fiercely yesterday!" ”

"When does she practice?" Listening to San'er's words, Zeng Zimu also had some interest, looked at him, and asked.

"Evening!" San'er said, picked up the pen in his hand and dipped it in ink, then sat up straight, and tried to drop a leaf word on the paper.

"Did she really figure out that set of kung fu by practicing this sandbag?"

Hearing this, Zeng Zimu's interest was even greater.

"Hmm!" San'er hesitated slightly for a moment, and then nodded.

It should be, Xiao Niang said that she dreamed that a white-bearded old man taught her these things, so she insisted on practicing every day, it must have something to do with this.

San'er's words are more trustworthy than Ye Xiaoyan, he has been in the village for so many years, and he can understand anyone's children and any virtues.

In his impression, San'er has been a stuffy gourd who doesn't like to talk since he lost his mother, so naturally his words will be false if he doesn't believe him.

So, after weighing it in my heart, I began to practice sandbags again.

Ye Xiaoyan leaned against the door wall behind the main room, listening to the sound coming from inside, and couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Raised his eyes to look at the sky, then walked to the water's edge and washed his face with water, and when the breeze blew, he felt the meaning of continuing to be cool.

After thinking about it, he still walked towards the square.

She knew that Zeng Zimu wanted to practice sandbags, but she still put San'er here to practice calligraphy, mainly because she wanted to practice his state of mind.

People who think that reading and literacy are interesting and are never influenced by any outside world.

It is a state of mind, and it is also a kind of alternative cultivation.

Readers, there is no need to be so squeamish, thinking that reading is the number one event in the world, and all people and things are accommodating, so that he must be a squeamish boy with a child's disease.

No matter how good his family is, as long as there is a small matter, he will always use the excuse of studying to prevaricate everyone's mouth, and this excuse is easy to use, so he has always used this excuse.

Although she hopes that San'er will study hard, but she has been a teacher, she knows how to properly train a student, she used to teach more than 50 students in the class alone, but now she only uses one-on-one to teach one, so naturally the teaching method will be different.

Stepping in, I saw San'er sitting upright at the table, a pair of long eyes staring at the rough paper, the pen was straight, and he seemed a little restrained in order to control the strength when he put pen to hand, but he was extremely seriously immersed in his own world, completely unaffected by the outside world.

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