Yu Qiyu stretched out her fair-skinned wrist, pulled out the ten big characters she practiced from Yu Jiao's hand, and looked at them one by one, her peach blossom eyes were focused and serious, and her long hair was scattered behind her.

Xu was too close because of the distance, the soft black hair fell from his shoulders, scratching Yu Jiao's cheeks, bringing a burst of itching, Yu Jiao blinked her dark eyes, and endured not brushing the hair on her cheeks.

At such a close distance, she could even see the soft fluff on Yu Qizhen's face under the reflection of the light, his skin was delicate and fair, and he could hardly see pores, and his clear side face was soft and moving in the dim candlelight, like a juanran ancient painting.

"What are you staring at my brother stupidly?" Yu Ling's voice suddenly sounded.

Woke up Yu Jiao, she retracted her gaze crampedly, retreated a little, the tips of her white ears climbed a touch of blush, and a trace of unnaturalness appeared on her always quiet and indifferent little face, Yu Jiao bit her lower lip and stammered in defense, "I...... I was looking at what I was writing and didn't stare at him......"

After speaking, Yu Jiao bit the tip of her tongue, and her words were clearly intended to cover up.

"You're lying! You are obviously looking at my brother and stupid! Yu Lingling revealed sharply and bluntly.

But Yu Qiyu, whose eyes had been falling on the rice paper, let out a lazy 'um'.

This light sound seemed to knock on Yu Jiao's heartbeat, her breathing trembled lightly, and she didn't know whether Yu Qiyu was responding to Yu Poria or responding to her, Yu Jiao's inky eyes turned to the window, exhaled lightly, and excused, "It's time to cook dinner." ”

Get up and leave.

Yu Qizhen opened his mouth and called her, "Although the words are ugly, every stroke is very regular, and you need to be more careful." ”

Yu Jiao nodded, and left the room quickly, her figure was quite a bit of a deserted escape, after leaving the East House, she covered her face with her hands in annoyance outside, and muttered in her heart, Yu Jiao, Yu Jiao, you are also a person who has lived a lifetime, how can you be a for a minor juvenile delinquency!

Yu Qiyu followed Yu Jiao's figure and left, seeing Yu Jiao's annoyed and embarrassed appearance outside the window, her peach blossom eyes were slightly interesting, and the corners of her lips hooked up a faint arc.

Yu Lingling grabbed the rice paper on the table where Yu Jiao was writing and looked at it, her face showed disdain, and she said with some distress, "Describe your handwriting, little brother, she can still write so ugly, what a waste of rice paper!" ”

Yu Qiyu didn't make a sound, raised his hand and put the table cases messed up by Yu Jiao one by one, Yu Lingling still nagged on the side, "You are reluctant to use white rice paper on weekdays, Meng Yujiao is learning words, where is such a good paper?" Little brother, you can't be so good to her, that stinky girl has no heart and lungs, and it's useless to be good to her! ”

Bai Xuan paper costs two pennies a piece, Yu Ruhai used to be very willing to use Yu Qizhen on pen, ink, paper and inkstone, since Yu Qizhen's body was defeated, I don't know whether it was unintentional or intentional, and his family shortened his use in this regard.

The jute paper and white rice paper that Yu Qiyu uses now are all bought from the copper plates he earned by copying letters in his spare time.

Jute paper is very easy to soak in ink, readers will not use it to learn words at all, ordinary people buy it to make toilet paper after cutting, Yu Qiyu calligraphy is excellent, the ink is just right, even jute paper can write a good word without smudging.

"Sister, she is in the Yu family for one day, and she is a person in our third room, don't say anything more." Yu Qizhen paused for a moment and said slowly.