Summer nights come so imperceptibly, and at seven o'clock in the evening, the day is finally dark.
Illuminated street lamps are installed on every road in the entire Nanjia area, as well as lighting lanterns hanging in front of every yard.
The bodyguard has already placed dinner on the table. After all, he has been with Fu Yuxiu for so many years and knows when to speak and when not to speak.
The young master likes people to be quiet the most, especially at times like this. When he walked out the door with the tray, he happened to bump into the man coming back.
"Master, I'm going down first." Feiran followed to the door and glanced at the girl standing behind the table writing in the room.
At this time, the young master definitely doesn't want anyone to disturb him.
The man walked into the living room and saw the little girl who was writing seriously.
The girl behind the desk lowered her head. When she went out, Wen Li picked out a gray patchwork shirt, a pair of blue denim pencil pants, and the simplest sneakers.
Her half-long hair was now tied up, and a strand of broken hair hung down in front of her forehead. Her eyebrows were lowered, her pale pink lips pursed lightly, and she looked serious.
The man put one hand in his trouser pocket and walked slowly over. Before he got close to the table, he saw the writing on the rice paper.
He stopped and turned his phoenix eyes to see the bunches of pinched paper in the trash can next to her.
This is fine rice paper, purely handmade, but this girl ruined it like this.
"The word you..." Fu Yuxiu lowered his eyes and made no comment, but Wen Li heard the profound meaning in his words.
She stopped writing and looked at her work very carefully.
To be honest, she had never touched calligraphy before. It helped people calm down, but she was not impatient, so she wrote fairly smoothly.
Seeing her confused look, the man's eyes darkened, and he walked around the table and stood beside her.
"The posture of holding the pen is wrong." As he spoke, he had already half-circled her in his arms, and began to correct her posture of holding the pen with both hands, "This way, the thumb is resting here."
One advantage of Wen Li is that whenever he becomes interested in something, he must start to get to the bottom of it.
She was just in the mood at the moment. She wasn't good at writing, and now that someone knew how to write, she didn't have to learn from him.
Wen Li knew that this man was very tall. He was 1.9 meters tall behind her, who was 1.75 meters tall. It was indeed a bit stressful.
Fu Yuxiu lowered his head, and his hot and moist breath fell on the girl's fair neck, "One stroke after another forms its own faction. The strokes must be steady and not shaken."
The man's palm held the girl's hand, and his left hand rested on the edge of the table. The ink on the rice paper, as white as jade, was smudged, thick but not muddy.
Wen Li followed his movements and saw the handwriting on the paper. It was strong and eloquent, which was different from hers.
"I saw it." Fu Yuxiu lowered his head, and the breath between his nose just fell on her cochlea.
Wen Li was stunned and looked at the huge word "forbearance" on the paper.
The two of them could be said to be tightly attached to each other at the moment, with their backs touching the man's chest, and the warmth of their skin was transmitted through the two layers of fabric.
He held Wen Li's pen-holding hand with one hand and placed the other hand on the edge of the table, just in time to hold the girl in his arms.
Wen Li just realized that the man had loosened his hold on her hand and stepped aside.
"Write one and I'll take a look."
It seemed that the intimacy just now was just an unintentional act on his part.
But something doesn't feel right.
Wen Li took out another piece of paper, spread it on it, and started writing stroke by stroke according to what Fu Yuxiu taught her just now.
Seeing her actions, Fu Yuxiu was satisfied, very serious and obedient.
"how?"
After struggling to write a word, Wen Li raised her eyes and asked, her eyes twinkling as if with expectation. Seeing her appearance, the smile on the man's lips grew stronger. He bent and raised his slender index finger, and gently touched the black ink stained on her cheek.
"It's great, it's great."
This praise is more or less personal.
Wen Li started writing and looked at it for a long time with her head tilted. She personally felt that she quite liked this word.
"But why did you write the word "forbearance"?"
This person's temperament seems to have nothing to do with this word.
Fu Yuxiu's eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse, "You don't understand."
It's not too late to tell her when she understands.
Wen Li raised his hand and hung the pen back on the pen holder generously, "I'm hungry."
"Let's go eat first." Fu Yuxiu stretched out his hand and put away her handwriting.
Almost all the houses in this small courtyard are common. From the living room where the two of them write, they walk through a long corridor to the dining room.
The decoration style of the entire courtyard has been modified with modern changes while continuing the previous furnishings, so there are quite a lot of glass elements used in the courtyard.
The log dining table has been fully laid out for dinner. As expected of a chef from the Nan family, the exquisite presentation of the stacks of dishes is almost as good as a work of art.
Wen Li was not polite. After sitting down, he took the chopsticks and started tasting.
Fu Yuxiu calmly sat down opposite her, watched the little girl eat while slowly pouring himself a cup of tea.
"It seems that you are quite interested in calligraphy. Why don't you come here every week and I will teach you how to write?"
Wen Li bit the lion's head and looked at him. This suggestion was not bad.
Writing can indeed make people calm down, and the originally chaotic thoughts in her mind can be sorted out one by one.
not bad.
"Okay." Wen Li nodded in agreement.
This is considered a deal.
Fu Yuxiu looked at the little girl and filled her cup with orange juice. "You just trust me, aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"
"The fact that you can ask me to treat you shows that you have a keen eye and know how to recognize people." The chopsticks in Wen Li's hand reached towards the sweet and sour fish in front of him, and he accurately pinched out the fish's eyes.
"Now that you know how to recognize people, of course you won't be stupid."
Fu Yuxiu nodded, picked up a whole fish head and put it into her bowl. Conversations with smart people were never tiring.
Since we can see each other at first glance, there will naturally be no more intrigues.
There is a kind of person who you can see clearly at a glance, but there are only a few people like that in a lifetime.
Looking at the way she was eating, Fu Yuxiu seemed to have gone through decades, and what flashed in his eyes was a petite shadow.
"How was your stay at Mu's house?" He suddenly asked.
Like an old friend who has known each other for several years, what came out of his mouth was the concern he deserved.
Wen Li held the chopsticks for a moment, raised his eyes and stared at him. Under his eyes, there was the man's gentle smile.
(End of chapter)