Su Rongrong actually felt a little strange in his heart, how could Wen Gong start to choke with the county order, Wen Gong was not so aggressive at all on weekdays.

was so curious that Su Rongrong asked, "Wen Gong, why did you suddenly change your attitude in front of the county order today, and it is not good for you to choke with the county order." Su Rongrong looked worried.

Is this woman stupid, she is really too stupid to be bullied, Wen Gong shook his head, "You are just here to help, not to be squeezed, your legs are not good, and if you are squeezed again, won't you be hurt and injured?" Wen Gong now feels that he is right to come along, otherwise with Su Rongrong's character, he will be bullied to death sooner or later.

This is indeed reasonable, Su Rongrong thought about it carefully, his kindness was indeed taken advantage of, and his obligation to help turned into a heavy responsibility.

She suddenly understood why Wen Gong was choking with the county order today, it was to defend herself. It was the first time for Su Rongrong to feel such a straightforward maintenance, and he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

is not only moved, but also has a good impression of Wen Gong, this man has the responsibility to protect himself, if there is no agreement, maybe things will be different.

Su Rongrong hurriedly interrupted his thoughts, he couldn't think about it anymore, Wen Gong may just subconsciously maintain it, not specifically for himself.

Although Su Rongrong thought so, his good impression of Wen Gong only increased.

The next day, I was going to see the situation of the well, but Su Rongrong's leg was a little painful, so he had to stay in the wing room to rest and let Wen Gong go to see the situation by himself.

But Wen Gong couldn't go alone, he couldn't worry about Su Rongrong's situation, so he asked Zhao Meng to help them watch, saying that he was uncomfortable and needed to rest, and he also stayed in the wing room to accompany Su Rongrong.

"Wen Gong, why didn't you go out?" Su Rongrong looked at Wen Gong who entered the wing, a little strange, he obviously asked him to go to see the sinking of the well.

Facing Su Rongrong's questioning, Wen Gong looked a little embarrassed, "Well, I'm not very comfortable, so I will stay and rest, I asked Zhao Meng to help me dig the well, he has been with us these days, and he is also a little familiar with the well drilling." ”

Su Rongrong nodded to indicate that he knew, and the two of them sat on both sides of the wing room doing their own things, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Wen Gong wanted to break this embarrassment but couldn't find a suitable opportunity, so he had to sit there and read.

It's really a little boring to sit like this, Su Rongrong saw that there was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the desk, so he thought that he could secretly practice calligraphy while he had nothing to do, and it would not be useful when it was saved.

After taking the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Su Rongrong put things in place with intuition, rolled up his sleeves and spread out the paper, and prepared to grind ink and write. As soon as a few big characters were written, the inkstone was accidentally taken to the ground by Su Rongrong, and it collided with a crisp sound.

Wen Gong naturally heard this voice, and raised his eyes to see Su Rongrong's embarrassed appearance. I saw Su Rongrong pick up the inkstone and start practicing again.

In Wen Gong's opinion, Su Rongrong's movements are very rusty, basically just starting to get in touch with pen and ink. Could it be that no one had ever taught her to use pen and ink before?

Unconsciously Wen Gong felt a little distressed in his heart, feeling that no one had taught Su Rongrong how to use pen and ink. Thinking about his impression of her at the beginning, it seemed that there was really no opportunity to learn anything about pen and ink, and at that moment Li Wengong felt distressed and decided to teach Su Rongrong to use pen and ink.

But Wen Gong didn't know how to teach, if he rashly snatched the pen and ink teaching, it would be easy to hurt Su Rongrong's self-esteem, and now Wen Gong didn't want her to be hurt, especially from herself.

It's a bit tricky, how do you teach her to control the pen without hurting her self-esteem? This is a big problem, and Wen Gong has a headache.

Wen Gong suddenly remembered that he had learned to draw, and when he learned to draw, he had high requirements for pen control, and he was very good at practicing a person's pen control ability, which may be a good way.

"Do you want to learn to draw? It's good for girls to learn to draw. Wen Gong proposed to Su Rongrong, expecting her to agree.

Su Rongrong suddenly heard someone talking, and was startled, she was so focused on practicing that she forgot that there was another person in this room, "Drawing?" Okay, I'm just more interested. ”

At this time, Wen Gong laughed, and he saw that Su Rongrong's face was stained with ink, like a big cat, simple and cute. Su Rongrong felt strange, so he looked at the bronze mirror in the room, found the ink on his face, and hurriedly wiped it. It's so embarrassing to look like this.

Embarrassing is embarrassing, and painting still has to be learned. Wen Gong walked over and stood with Su Rongrong, put things in order, and began his own teaching.

"You can just start with this simple one, draw a flower, each leaf has a different shade, so you must master the strength, otherwise the drawing will be an ink ball." Wen Gong taught one by one, patient and gentle.

Su Rongrong studied seriously, and from time to time compared the difference between himself and Wen Gong's paintings, like a good student, if he was in a private school, he would definitely be a favorite student.

This scene is very warm, one person is teaching and one person is learning, the person who learns is concentrated, but the person who teaches is a little absent-minded, because his attention is all on Su Rongrong.

Her hard-working and serious appearance is very good-looking, and there is still this layer of fine sweat on the tip of her nose, Wen Gong can't help but be a little fascinated, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curve an arc.

At this time, Su Rongrong suddenly turned his head and directly met Wen Gong's face, the distance between the two people was only the width of a finger, and there was almost contact.

Both of them felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly turned their heads, "You don't understand much, I'll tell you about it." Wen Gong opened his mouth first to solve the embarrassment.

"No, no, I just don't have ink and want to dip it in ink, you're in the way." Su Rongrong was a little shy, lowered his head and said, while pointing to his pen.

"Ah, that's the case, then I'll give it a go, hahaha." Wen Gong's words were full of embarrassment, what was he doing just now, and he couldn't think about it anymore.

Su Rongrong also felt a little different, her cheeks were hot, faintly red, and she didn't know what was wrong. It's just learning to draw, why are you still shy, it's really strange to yourself.

After a brief exchange, the two fell silent again, each quietly painting his own painting.

Su Rongrong was a little strange why Wen Gong wanted to teach himself to draw, could it be that he saw the embarrassed appearance of practicing calligraphy just now? That's embarrassing.