Can you read
Xiao Heng said this before, saying that she would gradually learn to read and play cards.
But she didn't quite believe it.
What kind of person can read and play cards? As far as Gu Sui'er's memory goes, it takes a young master from an inn to go to school to read, and a wife from a master's house in the town to play cards.
She didn't expect that he actually had to teach her how to read.
"I can't learn..." She subconsciously wanted to retract her hand: "I'm stupid, everyone else says so..."
Xiao Heng raised his eyebrows, watching her lower her head, watching her thick and moist eyelashes trembling slightly.
He squeezed her hand tightly and refused to let go: "What else do others say about you?"
Gu Sui'er thought for a moment and whispered, "It would be silly to say that I broke my head."
Xiao Heng stared at her head, looking at the black hair.
The hair was very smooth and as black as fine satin. It was the first time he discovered that a girl's hair could be so beautiful, making people want to touch it.
Is this a broken head
"How will you know if you can't learn if you don't try." His voice was light, but there was no room for change.
"But, I really can't do it..." She looked at the rice paper longingly.
She knew that Aunt Bao liked the young master of the innkeeper's family. The young master had this kind of paper in his room. The young master took out a piece of paper, wrote Aunt Bao's name and gave it to Aunt Bao.
Baogu liked it so much that she pressed it flat on the table and was not willing to let anyone touch it.
She and Bao Gu slept in the same room and never touched the paper. She just remembered that the paper was snow-white.
The paper on the table in front of me is whiter and better than the one written by Bao Gu. At first glance, it is more expensive than that one.
On the rice paper, Xiao Heng's big white hand held his own hand tightly and wouldn't let go, so his hand was pressed on the rice paper.
Her fingers moved slightly and slid across the paper.
The touch was just like she thought before, slippery.
She didn't expect that her washed and mended hands would have the opportunity to touch such fine paper.
"You have to do it even if it doesn't work." After Xiao Heng said this, he ignored her refusal and handed a pen into her hand.
When the well-made brush was placed in Gu Sui'er's hand, Gu Sui'er suddenly seemed to be burned. She couldn't even hold it.
"Hold it like this, hook it with these three fingers. Here... remember to make an empty fist and straight wrist, with your fingers in the palm of your hand..."
Xiao Heng used both hands to help Gu Sui'er play with the fingers, and taught her with her mouth, and finally got the posture right.
"Try writing a stroke."
Xiao Heng's big hand covered her hand powerfully, and he used his own strength to control the pen gestures, teaching her to write stroke by stroke.
The first word I wrote was: Gu.
The second word is: spike.
After teaching her this three times, he finally let her go when she finally felt comfortable holding the pen.
"Sit here, relax your shoulders, and try to do this a few more times."
With that said, Xiao Heng directly took out a stack of rice paper.
"Practice every day and finish writing all these papers."
"Ah, so many..."
Gu Sui'er looked at the pile of white and smooth paper and couldn't believe that she had to use so much paper.
How much does it cost...
However, Xiao Heng misunderstood her words. He thought she was afraid of being tired.
"Wouldn't it be better if you use your time to embroider for others and practice calligraphy?"
"but I… "
She wanted to speak, but she didn't dare. She looked at him timidly.
The look in his eyes was like that of a frightened deer in the forest.
Looking at her like this, his heartbeat seemed to skip a beat. Then he stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and said casually: "The old lady and the eldest lady are both very good people, and all the sisters-in-law in the family are also easy to get along with." Yes, you don’t have to be uneasy.”
"Well, I understand."
She thought she understood what he meant.
He doesn't like him being a female celebrity for others.
When Xiao Heng heard what she said, he said nothing. He took out a thread-bound book from the bookshelf, sat back at the desk again, and looked down at it.
When Gu Sui'er saw this, she didn't say anything anymore and just kept practicing those two words.
Gu Sui, her name.
It is said that when she was born, her father gave her such a name when the ears of wheat had just been extracted.
By the time she had filled up a piece of paper, her wrists were tired and aching, and the tadpoles in her stomach seemed to have woken up and began to squirm.
Her position made the tadpole uncomfortable, so she started to kick. She could even feel the tadpole's fleshy little butt moving back and forth.
She put down the pen in her hand and gently stroked her belly.
Xiao Heng raised his head and his eyes fell on her belly.
"You want to get up and take a walk?"
"Uh-huh."
She wished for it, but she didn't dare to do it in front of him.
She was about to stand up with difficulty while holding on to the table, but Xiao Heng came over, held her arm, and helped her up.
He helped her out of the study and walked around the yard.
The weather was really getting cold now, even if it wasn't raining. He was very thin because he gave her the robe, but fortunately, he didn't seem to be afraid of the cold.
The autumn wind has risen, blowing the bamboo forest in the corner of the yard. The bamboo forest sways and makes a rustling sound.
Sui'er looked at the bamboo forest and thought of the bamboo she had embroidered. She thought about giving the handkerchief to the older girl and never embroidering it again.
He doesn't like to embroider things by himself.
Xiao Heng held her hand and suddenly asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"
As he spoke, he stopped and spread his hand in his palm to look at it.
Under the autumn sunshine, those hands were so white that they were almost transparent.
This is a pair of beautiful hands, but it is a pity that from years of hard work, there are some calluses on the fingertips, and there is even a needle hole in the skin.
Seeing him looking at her hand intently, Gu Sui'er suddenly felt shy and wanted to withdraw it quickly.
But he was strong and she still couldn't pull back.
"I used to be busy in the back kitchen of an inn and had to do all kinds of work. Even when the farm was busy, I had to go home and work..."
She explained in a low voice that her hands were much rougher than his.
"What's going on with the needle's eye?" He seemed to really not know, and as if he knew what he was asking, he stubbornly rubbed the place where she had been pricked by the needle with his fingertips.
"I... I accidentally got stuck with a needle."
The pads of his fingers rubbed hers, making her fingertips itch. Her voice was very small, even quieter than a mosquito humming.
He knew in his heart that he didn't like being a female celebrity or doing embroidery by himself, so it was particularly difficult to explain this.
Fortunately, he didn't say anything more and held her hand and continued walking in the yard.
There were not many people in the yard, only the cleaning servants occasionally walked by, bowed respectfully to them, and then went to the bamboo forest to continue cleaning.
Xiao Heng originally had two bodyguards, Jiang Zheng and Hu Tie, but they don't see them that often now.
Therefore, even though one of these two people was only wearing underwear and the other was wearing a man's robe with a big belly, no one dared to take a second look.
Gu Sui'er also understands now that the Marquis' Mansion is different from the countryside. In the countryside, no matter what you do, people will criticize you, but in this Marquis' Mansion, it's all about rules and status.
As a young master, he has a high status. Whatever he does is right. The servants dare not say a word or even laugh.
It was me, who entered the Hou Mansion after obviously getting pregnant first, but no one from top to bottom in the Hou Mansion thought anything was wrong. They all took it as a matter of course, as if Gu Sui'er was originally the third young master in the Hou Mansion. woman.
Now that the young master is leading her, no matter how stupid or stupid she is, or even if she gets pregnant before getting married, the people around her will not laugh at her.
The eyes of autumn are warm but not dazzling, the autumn wind is cool but not too cold, everything around is so comfortable and pleasant, even the green bamboos inside and outside the yard look greener and more moving than usual, Gu Sui'er Amid these random thoughts, I felt extremely comfortable.
She even felt that it would be great if her life could go on like this.
He couldn't help but look sideways at Xiao Heng beside him, and saw that his face was still expressionless, his eyebrows were simple and strong like willow leaves, and his nose looked particularly tall in the sun.
She suddenly remembered the two words he taught her to write. At that time, he said, dots are like peaches, and strokes are like knives. She remembered that the strokes he wrote on rice paper were really like a sharp knife.
And his dark eyebrows are like the curl of a knife, deep and clear, dark in color, and set off against the ice jade skin. If you stare at it for a long time, you will feel that your eyes are in a trance, and you will feel that he is just a dream. In the dream Only some people.
This man does not belong to him, just like the young master in the inn cannot marry Bao Gu. But she was still lucky to be able to stand beside such an outstanding man, something she had never imagined before.
In the eyes of many villagers, she was already a queen who had entered a fairyland and enjoyed a good life from then on.
"looking at what?"
Gu Sui'er was so obsessed with thinking that she didn't know that she was looking at Xiao Heng with dreaming eyes.
"ah… "
She woke up as if from a dream, her little mouth opened slightly in surprise.
"Do I look weird?"
Xiao Heng stared at her delicately shaped mouth, which was slightly open, bright red and moist.
"no no… "
She shook her head, shaking her head hard, her wide eyes full of innocence.
The color in Xiao Heng's eyes turned darker, and he moved closer, bowing his head slightly.
She looked at him blankly, at his eyebrows like ink knives, at his eyes like cold pools, at his getting closer and closer to her eyes.
So close that everything is magnified.
So close that the sky and the earth blurred.
She couldn't tell whether it was desire or despair. She was almost choked by the strong emotion. She couldn't breathe or speak.
Her heart was beating wildly.
She felt something was about to happen, and she couldn't stop it, and she didn't want to stop it.
Finally, at this moment, I couldn't remember what Grandma An had said.
At this moment, she could do nothing but raise her face as if to meet her fate, and look at him stupidly.
The man lowered his head and gently brushed her cheek with his thin lips.