Bang bang bang!

The violent beating of his heart made Jiang Ning's cheeks feel hotter and hotter.

Suddenly, a chill blew by, and she shivered from the cold, and her brain cleared up a little.

She changed back to her usual appearance and patted Xiao Sheng on the shoulder.

"Let me go."

When Xiao Sheng heard this, he responded lightly, he couldn't hear the joy and anger, and as soon as his arm was raised slightly, the person fell to the ground, just looking at the empty arms again, and a sense of loss poured out inexplicably.

He unconsciously clenched his fists, and threw the beautiful picture of Fang Cai out of his head before he slowly spoke: "I have written down all the words of Fang Cai, but the golden needle is rare and valuable, and when I send the copied book to the town in two days, I will find out if there are skilled craftsmen who can make gold needles." ”

Jiang Ning felt a little strange in his heart when he heard this, and then thought about it, what he said also made sense.

After all, the gold needle is not as good as the silver needle, and the workmanship must be fine and fine, otherwise it will be in vain.

So, after figuring this out, she nodded in agreement, and by the way, told him that Ming'er also borrowed his pen and paper to draw the shape of the gold needle that needed to be created.

When Xiao Sheng learned that she could paint, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he still smiled.

It was late in the night, and the candle flame had burned out, and there was a crackling sound.

Jiang Ning subconsciously looked over and found that it was indeed not early, so he yawned leisurely, sniffed his little nose and said, "Then, I'll go to bed first if there's nothing to do, and you can rest early." ”

Xiao Sheng looked at her very sleepy little appearance, the corners of his lips hooked up a very faint smile, and nodded: "Okay." ”

In fact, Jiang Ning just politely instructed, and when he saw that he should get down, he turned around and returned to the bed.

Xu was really tired, and he fell asleep like this as soon as he touched the bed.

Xiao Sheng was still in place, looking at her quiet sleeping face, for some reason he wanted to record this scene inexplicably, so he carefully turned his wheelchair back to the desk on the windowsill and concentrated on painting.

A dreamless night.

When Jiang Ning woke up, he yawned lazily, unconsciously touched the position on his side, it was cold, and he couldn't help but open his eyes, and found that Xiao Sheng didn't know when he got up, and now he was sitting on the windowsill and copying books.

What a model of diligence!

Jiang Ning pursed his lips speechlessly, put on his coat, changed his shoes and prepared to go out.

Who knows, as soon as she got off the ground, she heard Xiao Sheng's voice sound.

"Did you sleep well?"

Jiang Ning was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant by asking, but he still nodded obediently and replied, "It's not bad." ”

"That's good."

Xiao Sheng replied lightly and told her that there was boiling hot water in the barnacles in the house, and there was also a newly made breakfast on the table in the hall, and by the way, he told her that everyone in the family had already used it, so let her eat it by herself.

Jiang Ning listened to his words in a daze, and subconsciously glanced outside.

Although she couldn't tell what time it was from the sky, it didn't mean that she was a fool, she couldn't tell that it was just dawn, and you must know that the genius outside had just revealed the white of the fish's belly!

To be reasonable, if it weren't for Xiao Sheng's energetic appearance, she would even want to ask, have you slept?

Could it really be that she is too lazy?

Jiang Ning began to fall into self-doubt.

Xiao Sheng couldn't see what she was thinking, but looking at her from the beginning of the excitement to the current slight lack of interest, he couldn't help but be a little strange, twisted his brows slightly, and thought for a moment before speaking again: "It's still early, if you haven't slept well, you can go back to rest for a while, my mother is worried about Qing'er, I didn't sleep much all night to get up so early to get food." ”

I see!

After hearing this, Jiang Ning couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and said with a faint smile: "No, I slept well, I don't have to sleep again, then I'll go wash up and have breakfast first." ”

"Well, go ahead."

Jiang Ning's mood was relaxed, and the pace under his feet became more and more relaxed.

Xiao Sheng looked at her departing back, shook his head helplessly, obviously he didn't say anything, how could the emotional fluctuations be so big, what an interesting strange girl.

After breakfast, Jiang Ning went to see Xiao Zhiqing, and when he saw that she looked good, he chatted with her for a few words, and learned that the Liu family went to the town early in the morning to buy things, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional, knowing that he should get up a little earlier, maybe he could go to the town in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ning remembered that Xiao Sheng said to himself last night that he would send the copied books to the town in two days, and his mind instantly became active, and after Xiao Zhiqing fell asleep tired, he went to the stove to dig a piece of charcoal and sharpened it into a pencil with a sharp knife, and happily ran into the house with his things.

"Xiao Sheng, quickly bring me two pieces of paper." Jiang Ning opened his mouth in surprise.

Xiao Sheng happened to have just finished copying a book, and just as he was putting down his pen, he heard this sound, and when he looked at the sound, he saw Jiang Ning standing two steps away from him with an excited face.

I saw that she was holding something in her hand that he couldn't scream, black and swarthy, which looked like charcoal, but he didn't dare to be sure, and the man standing with his eyebrows and eyes curled like the moon in the night, but his originally delicate little face was stained with some gray dirt, just like a little flower cat.

He couldn't help but smile when he looked at it, and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over.

Jiang Ning looked at him inexplicably.

Xiao Sheng silently curled the corners of his lips and tapped his cheek with his hand.

Jiang Ning was stunned in an instant, and quickly took his hand and wiped it indiscriminately.

Who knows, the more she wipes it, the dirtier it gets, the original one was a little flower cat, but now she is simply a beggar.

Xiao Sheng shook his head with a smile, and said helplessly: "Come here." ”

Jiang Ning understood what he meant, and stepped forward to hand the handkerchief back, afraid that he would not reach it and simply squatted down.

Xiao Sheng's movements were extremely light, as if a feather was brushing over, gently and softly, making her feel a little itchy inexplicably, and she subconsciously shrunk her neck.

"Don't move."

Jiang Ning didn't dare to move for an instant, so he stiffened up, and he didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he said it.

Xiao Sheng calmly folded the handkerchief neatly in front of her and put it into his sleeve, and calmly glanced at the thing in her hand, and then he also saw that this thing was charcoal, thinking that she should have cut it to become like this.

She didn't have to say more, he understood her intentions.

"The paper is in the wooden box next to it, you can take it yourself."

Jiang Ning was slightly stunned, immediately came back to his senses, and responded with a smile: "Okay, then I'll get it myself, so I won't bother you." ”

After speaking, she walked directly over and opened the wooden box, thinking that it should be full of good rice paper, but when she opened it, she saw a small pile of yellow paper, and the quality was just like the toilet paper.

It's not that Jiang Ning doesn't dislike whether this paper is good or bad, as long as it can be used.

It's just that she didn't really understand one thing until now, that is, the Xiao family is not as rich as she imagined.

Thinking so, her eyes unconsciously fell on the person in front of the windowsill who was struggling to copy the book, and a faint sadness could not help but pass through her eyes......