There were a lot of radish cakes, and Yan Funing took two more and put them on the oiled paper in Ah Li's hand.

Ali thanked her again with tears in her eyes.

Fu Nanyao looked at his appearance and wrinkled his nose: "Your family is poor, it can't be a reason why you don't like to be clean, and the clothes on your body should also be washed." ”

Ali looked at the Fu family, and they were indeed clean, not only their skin was white, but even their clothes were clean and tidy.

Especially Beimo's brother, there is not a trace of wrinkles on his clothes.

"I see."

Ali held the bread in his hand and ran away.

When he ran away, there was a slight sobbing, and Wan Niang heard it.

This teenager is a few months older than Fu Ning, but he has no ability to live alone.

Thinking like this, Wan Niang felt even more sorry for her daughter-in-law.

The daughter-in-law makes money to support the family, and takes care of her, a blind mother-in-law, and there is no way to find such a good girl in the world!

said to his eldest son: "Ci Yi, you treat Fu Ning well!" ”

Fu Ciyi was stunned, he was talking about Ah Li, why did he suddenly say this?

However, my mother's words should be answered immediately, and she said yes.

Wan Niang sighed when she heard that her son deserved to be perfunctory.

Fu Ciyi noticed that his mother was dissatisfied, so he looked at Yan Funing: "Write." ”

"Okay." Yan Funing said happily, "Mother, my husband is going to teach me how to write." ”

Wan Niang nodded: "Go ahead." ”

When the young couple returned to the room, Wan Niang also asked her daughter to help her back to the east wing.

"I feel that your brother is lukewarm to your sister-in-law, and the young man next to me can't wait to stick to his own lady all the time. He's good, and he can't wait to be two miles away from your sister-in-law. ”

Fu Nanyao didn't dare to say that he had asked his brother, and his brother said that he would not like Yan Funing.

Now that she knows about their two-year contract, she knows the reason why her brother and sister-in-law keep their distance.

And for this reason, she didn't dare to tell her mother.

only said: "Mother, you also found out, and I also found out." ”

Wan Niang sat on the edge of the bed: "You say, how do we match?" ”

"Mother, I don't think we can come openly. My brother's temper, you don't know, he's too assertive. ”

Wan Niang bowed: "You have a point. ”

The West Wing at the moment.

Fu Ciyi vacated one side of the bookcase, took a brand-new brush, and asked her, "Do you know how to write?" ”

Yan Funing: "Start writing? ”

Looking at her expression, Fu Ciyi knew that she wouldn't, so he said lightly: "Look at me." ”

"Hmm." Yan Funing nodded.

I saw his slender fingers gently twist from the tip of the pen until the root.

Then remove the floating hair of the pen head, hang the pen on the pen holder, and the pen tip is just hanging in the pen wash, and soak it in water.

Fu Ciyi did this step and spoke again: "You can use cold or warm water for soaking in a new pen, and you can't use boiling water." ”

"Okay, I got it."

"After soaking, remove the gum on the bristles by hand, then squeeze out the water, smooth the nib, and then write in ink."

Yan Funing stretched out her hand: "I'll come and go to glue." ”

She is already very good at doing things like hair.

This will have to brush the hair of the brush, not to mention.

Fu Ciyi handed her the new pen, and he sat back in his chair and ate the radish cake.

When Yan Fu stroked her hair, she glanced at him secretly.

Two radish cakes, he ate so gently, slowly, inexplicably with the bearing of a noble son of a family.

No wonder the book says that the noblewoman in Beijing is eager to marry him.

Fu Ciyi's eyebrows didn't move, but she looked at his appearance and caught his eyes early.

This woman is accustomed to observing words and feelings.

After a while, Yan Funing gave him the opened pen.

Fu Ciyi said lightly: "You can write with ink." ”

Reading that the cake was delicious, he got up and laid out rice paper for her: "Five hundred horizontals, if there is no outstanding one, add another five hundred." ”

After that, he took the plate and chopsticks and went out of the West Wing.

Yan Funing thought he couldn't hear it, and muttered: "Teaching my own wife is so strict, Ming'er goes to the village school to teach students, I don't know how strict it will be?" The plan will scare the schoolchildren away! ”

She really just wants to know traditional Chinese characters and be able to write.

Where did she think of asking someone to teach her, insisting that she practice calligraphy well?

No, he's out, and he hasn't taught Yiheng how to put pen to paper.

So he stepped out of the house, but he didn't expect him to stand at the window with a plate and chopsticks, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

She was in the house and couldn't see him.

I saw it when I stepped out of the door.

It's like complaining behind the head teacher when I was going to school in modern times, and I was caught on the spot.

Yan Funing pulled the corners of her lips awkwardly, and smiled stiffly: "Husband, master, Fu Ciyi, I didn't mean that." I mean it's better to be strict, and strict teachers make out high apprentices. ”

Just when Yan Funing thought that he would be angry and punish her, she didn't expect him to just let out a light smile and turn around and go to the stove.

Is this going to let her go?

Fu Ciyi came back soon.

Picking up his robe and taking a seat, his slender fingers tapped the rice paper at one end of the bookcase, and said lazily: "Write a thousand horizontals." ”

Woo woo, I was really punished.

Yan Fu sat on the round stool with a bitter face, and said aggrievedly: "But you haven't taught me how to write horizontally." ”

If she hadn't been taught, how could she have been able to write brilliantly?

Fu Ciyi slowly lifted his eyelids and looked at her: "Look at my gesture of holding the pen." ”

Yan Fu blinked, the hands in front of her were slender and white, with distinct joints, and they were too beautiful.

"Your hands are so beautiful!"

"Yan Funing, sycophants are useless, one thousand and one hundred horizontal."

Hearing the sound, the corners of Yan Fu's lips pressed down.

She regretted asking him to teach, it was too harsh.

Afraid that he would be punished again, he pursed his lips and adjusted the pen in his hand by learning his gesture of pinching the pen.

Seeing that how she adjusted her pen was still not standardized, Fu Ciyi stood up, clasped her little hand with his big palm, and broke her two fingers to where they should be.

Then quickly withdraw your hand.

Sure enough, his hands were able to hold her in the palm of his hand.

Fu Ciyi put his hand behind his back, closed his palm unnaturally, and pinched it again.

Her hands were delicate and soft, as if they were really boneless, and her fingertips were so soft that he could easily deform them when he pinched them.

Yan Funing didn't think much about it at all, she only knew that it was normal to teach writing to correct posture and be touched.

Then he raised his eyes to look at him who was standing: "Then how do I put pen to paper?" ”

Fu Ciyi's hand behind his back clenched his fist again, and coughed lightly: "I hold your hand, you feel the strength, especially the power of the pen, the pen and the pen." ”

Yan Fu stood up and raised her hand: "You hold it." ”

Fu Ciyi was stunned.

Is she too innocent, or is it something else?

Seeing that the white and soft little hand was in front of him, he still held it. When teaching her to write horizontally, his heart skipped a beat.

He held her hand and wrote three lines in succession.

Soon, Yan Funing said happily: "I will." ”

Fu Ciyi withdrew his hand, sat back in the chair, stabilized his mind, and copied himself.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Funing exhaled in a low voice: "Fu Ciyi, can I write less?" My hands hurt. ”

Her hands were shaking.

The correct posture of holding a pen for writing calligraphy is not the same as holding a scalpel.

(End of chapter)