"No."
Huo Yanzhi immediately shook his head and refused, staring at the girl with wrinkled small faces with a smile.
Seeing her bitter look, I couldn't bear it.
He sighed and walked behind her, "Now, Uncle Wu teaches you."
Su Kui turned his eyes, blushing immediately, and whispered: "Okay!"
Huo Yanzhi put the pen into her hand, stood behind the girl, and gently held her hand, "You need to hold it in this way to make your strength stronger, so that the words you write won't look like earthworms softly."
Su Kui snorted, "Fifth Uncle, I have no strength in my hands, you can help me a little bit!!"
The girl's voice was squishy, with a touch of aegyo.
Huo Yanzhi's heart was stagnated for a moment, his eyes were dark, his thin lips pressed lightly, and he calmly corrected her wrong posture.
"Uncle Wu, why do you lean so far from me? How do you teach me to write like this? Should I stand like this!"
Su Kui's innocent scum eyes were big, and there was water in his black and white eyes.
She gently pulled Huo Yanzhi behind her, turned her head contentedly, and began to practice handwriting.
Then she stood tired, she smiled and said: "Uncle Wu, I'm so tired, can I stand by you for a while!"
Before Huo Yanzhi could agree, the little girl leaned forward softly.
With a small head resting on his chest, Huo Yanzhi only needs to lower his head slightly to see her black hair top, eyelashes trembling like a row of small fans.
His breathing became heavy.
Huo Yanzhi was a little flustered, he didn't understand what his different emotion was.
Su Kui pretended not to notice Huo Yanzhi's uncomfortableness at all, and posted him again, with the words in his hand, and asked: "Uncle Wu, what do you think I wrote?"
Huo Yanzhi was startled slightly, his floating thoughts were dragged back by the girl's soft and waxy voice.
The light in his eyes is shallow, and he looks down.
The girl's handwriting is still crooked, but fortunately, I can finally see what she is writing.
"Uncle Wu~~"
Seeing him not responding, the girl stomped her feet and couldn't help but look back at him.
Huo Yanzhi's expression changed, and her big palm pressed her head to prevent her from turning back. She was almost about to see the complicated emotions in her eyes.
"Fifth Uncle, what are you doing! This will not grow taller!"
Su Kui twisted, but the man's big palm was like an iron hoop, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.
Don't mention looking back, it's hard to just want to lower your head.
She snorted, "Bad Uncle!"
In the next second, behind him, he heard the man's cold and low voice, slowly reading a line on the rice paper.
"Hold your hand, grow old with you—"
Hum—
There was a roar in Su Kui's ears, and there were fireworks in full bloom.
She couldn't help but redden her ears, as if electric current penetrated her ears and quickly swept through her body.
"Hold your hand, do you grow old with your son..."
Su Kui murmured in a low voice and repeated it.
Outside the open window, a branch of winter plum blossomed just right, covered with white snow, and fell rustlingly by the wind.
The sun is warm and the years are quiet.
There was a moment of silence in the room.
The girl's small body was almost completely leaning against him, and all the weight was on him.
It is all dependent.
Huo Yanzhi was silent for a while, his hands suddenly released as if they were being burned.
At the same time, the person quickly left Su Kui's side, and because he lost his support, Su Kui almost didn't fall.
It was Huo Yanzhi's eyes that quickly supported her.