"No way."
Huo Yanzhi immediately shook his head and refused. He looked at the girl with a small wrinkled face.
I can't bear to see her suffering.
With a sigh, he went behind her and said, "Nah, five uncles teach you."
As soon as Su Kui's eyes turned, she blushed and whispered, "OK!"
Huo Yanzhi put the pen into her hand, stood behind the girl, and gently grasped her hand. "Only in this way can you make your strength up, and the words you write will not be soft like earthworms."
Su Kui hummed, "five uncles, I don't have strength in my hand. Hold on to me!"
The girl's voice is sticky and charming.
Let Huo Yanzhi's heart stop for a moment. His eyes are dark, his lips are thin, and he quietly corrects her wrong posture.
"Five uncles, why are you so far away from me? How do you teach me to write like this? We should stand like this! "
Su Kui's innocent dregs have big eyes, and his black and white eyes are bright with water.
She gently pulled Huo Yanzhi behind her, turned around contentedly, and began to practice calligraphy seriously.
Then, tired from standing, she said with a smile, "Wushu, I'm so tired. Can I stand by you for a while?"
Huo Yanzhi doesn't even have time to agree. The little girl has come up soft.
With her small head resting on his chest, Huo Yanzhi could see her dark hair top with a slight bow of her head, which was like a row of small fans with a slight flutter of her lashes.
The breath was heavy.
Huo Yanzhi is rarely flustered. He can't understand his different emotions.
Su Kui pretended not to find Huo Yanzhi's discomfort at all. He pasted it on him and wrote in his hand, "Wushu, what do you think I wrote?"
Huo Yanzhi is slightly stunned, and the floating thoughts are pulled back by the girl's soft and waxy voice.
The eyes are light, and the eyes are drooping.
The girl's words are still crooked, but fortunately, we can finally see what she wrote.
"Wushu" ~ ~ "
when she saw that he didn't respond, the girl stamped her foot and couldn't help looking back at him.
As soon as Huo Yanzhi's face changed, she pressed her head with big hands to keep her from turning back. Almost, she would see the complex emotions in her eyes.
"What are you doing, Wushu!! It won't grow high! "
Su Kui twisted, the man's big palm, but it was like an iron hoop, so he couldn't get rid of it.
Don't mention looking back. It's hard to bow.
She hummed, "bad five uncles!"
The next second, but listen to behind, came the man cool low voice line, slowly read a line of words on the rice paper.
"Hold your hand, grow old with your son --"
hum --
Su Kui's ears roared for a while, and there were fireworks in full bloom.
She couldn't help reddening the roots of her ears, as if there was an electric current going through her ears and quickly sweeping her whole body.
"Hold your hand, and grow old together..."
Su Kui murmured and repeated.
Outside the open window, a plum blossom opens just in time. It's snowy. It's fluttering down by the wind.
The sun is warm and the years are quiet.
There was some silence in the room for a while.
The girl's small body was almost completely close to him, and all the weight was on him.
It's all dependence.
Huo Yanzhi was silent for a while, and his hands were as hot as if they were scalded. He suddenly released them.
At the same time, people also quickly left Su Kui's side, because of the loss of dependence, Su Kui almost didn't fall.
Or Huo Yanzhi held her fast.