Chapter 33

At noon, Luo Yu and Lu Xiaoya were practicing calligraphy.

Lu Xiaoya played absently with a piece of Huimo in her hand.

Luo Yu frowned slightly at her appearance, and the pen in his hand stopped immediately.

He gently touched her forehead with his hand: "what do you think, absent-minded."

Luo Yu noticed some small moves made by Lu Xiaoya and shangguanjin recently. Although he didn't know the content of their conversation, he had frequent contacts these days. He couldn't even pay attention.

He also secretly investigated the background of shangguanjin, and he knew what investment companies they were afraid of.

Her bold appointment to shangguanjin, her thoughtful and careful thoughts on the whole thing made him more eager to stop her. From Zhao Xiaoya, who has nothing, to Lu Xiaoya, who is now rich, everything she showed surprised him and attracted all his body and mind.

"No, I didn't think about anything..." Lu Xiaoya came back and said in a hurry. Where he poked his forehead, there was still the warmth of his fingers.

"Stained with a hand of ink, black......" Luo Yu deliberately teased her.

"Your hands are black... Black..." Lu Xiaoya wanted to fight back without hesitation, but she found that her hands had been stained with ink.

Luo Yu gave her a playful look and took her to wash her hands in the copper basin next to her.

Lu Xiaoya could only let him take her. As long as she struggled a little, Luo Yu would look at her with the eyes that I was for you.

After helping Lu Xiaoya clean her hands, Luo Yu took down another Hui ink and an inkstone engraved with the style of drinking water cow from the sandalwood shelf on one side.

He slowly added clean water and polished it with ink in a steady rhythm. Then he dipped his brush in ink and wrote a big word "Ya" on rice paper.

Lu Xiaoya stood on the side and looked again and again, muttering: "I know my words are ugly, not as good-looking as yours..."

"Who let you read?" Luo Yu knocked on her little brain, "it's for you to see ink, this and the one written before."

"Oh, oh..." Lu Xiaoya lowered her head and watched carefully. This time she finally saw it. The words written in her sharpened ink have no luster, and the coloring is uneven, sometimes thick and sometimes light; The words written by Luo Yu's ink have a sense of smoothness.

"What's the reason?" At this time, Lu Xiaoya looks like a curious baby.

"Want to know?" Luo Yu's eyes exuded a strange brilliance.

"Yes!" Lu Xiaoya obviously didn't notice someone's glowing eyes.

"Stand over me." Luo Yu waved to Lu Xiaoya.

Lu Xiaoya passed without hesitation. Her mind was all attracted by learning to sharpen ink.

"I'll only teach you this time. You have to work hard!" Luo Yu is like a strange uncle who abducts underage girls.

"Well, I must be careful!" Lu Xiaoya immediately stated her position.

With a smile in his mouth, Luo Yu took a step forward to tightly circle Lu Xiaoya in front of her and close his body to Lu Xiaoya's back.

Luo Yu approached abruptly, with such a close distance and such an ambiguous attitude, Lu Xiaoya was a little flustered. She wanted to push away Luo Yu close to her, and grabbed Luo Yu's arm with her small hand: "you're not..."

"I'll hold your hand and grind it with you to experience that feeling." Luo Yu slightly lowered his eyelids and interrupted what Lu Xiaoya wanted to say.

"Relax, the body is too straight. Don't be so stiff. Yes, that's it. Relax." Luo Yu said softly in her ear, and the hot breath sprayed into Lu Xiaoya's ear, itchy and crisp.

Lu Xiaoya's small face was red, and her body was a little stiff, swinging by Luo Yu“ This... Is this OK? "

Luo Yu hugged Wenxiang nephrite in his arms with peace of mind. One hand held Lu Xiaoya's small hand and began to sharpen ink: "the speed on his hand can't be too fast or too slow. It should be slow. Don't be impatient."

Lu Xiaoya secretly glanced at Luo Yu, but found that the other party's attention was all in the ink on her hand, very serious.

It's serious enough to make Lu Xiaoya think she's too worried.

Lu Xiaoya shook her head and stopped looking at Luo Yu. She focused her mind on Mo Mo's hand.

Luo Yu's steady breathing beside him suddenly became a little disordered. The beauty was in his arms. He was not a saint. How could he sit still.

"What's the matter with you? Is it hot? " Lu Xiaoya noticed a lot of sweat in Luo Yu's palm.

Luo Yu was surprised at his gaffe and quickly let go of Lu Xiaoya's hand and covered up: "the rhythm of grinding ink is probably like this. In the future, you have to practice hard to do well." Luo Yu coughed a few times and then said, "this ink grinding is like calligraphy. A university asked. You can't study absently. You have to experience it carefully."