Lin Qianyi felt a little admired by his extensive knowledge. She looked at his beautiful side face and couldn't help but lose her spirit.
Mu Bai talked freely, as gentle as jade, "and this time, there are not only brushes, but also inkstones that hold pigments, and pestles for grinding mineral pigments into powder."
She listened very seriously, but he looked more seriously!
Mu Bai helped her prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
When he turned to her, he concluded, "So, the history of Meng Tian's writing must be rewritten for more than 2,700 years."
Lin Qianyi nodded obediently, "Remember, Teacher Mu."
Then, he hooked at her, "Come here."
The girl came back to her senses. To be honest, she lived in the same room with Xinyi's male god, and she loved him so much, so she was inexplicably nervous.
Taking steps towards him, she managed every expression of herself.
Mu Bai took a step back, and Lin Qianyi came to him with trepidation. The pen was ready and the paper was spread out.
She looked at him with a little restrained look, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"Turn around." His voice was gentle, and he also had the majesty of the teacher.
The girl came back to her senses and did as she did.
He said to her again, "Can you get a pen? Show it to me."
Suddenly, I felt serious, like... a strict class teacher stood behind the elementary school student.
Lin Qianyi swallowed and picked up the brush with a little nervousness.
"This posture is wrong." As he said that, Mu Bai started to use his hand directly and held her hand from behind.
Lin Qianyi's body froze, and she widened her eyes! Her unbelievable eyes fell on the hand he held.
I could feel my back vaguely against his chest.
You could even feel his warm breath lingering in his ears.
And what he is familiar with and fascinated with, the faint perfume smell!
"Student Lin, are you distracted?"
"No, no!"
Then, while correcting her pen-holding posture, he explained—
"When holding the pen, press the inside of the thumb, and hold the pen holder against the body, and the thumb is in a slightly horizontal horizontal state. At the joints of the first and second sections of the index finger, press the pen holder from outside to inside.
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Lin Qianyi still couldn't believe that he actually held her hand! He leaned behind her at such a close distance!
She was so close to him that she felt his existence.
His voice was familiar and warm, making her heart beat faster...
Just holding her hand, he explained and taught her how to write and how to straighten her writing.
But she was completely distracted.
Downstairs, Mu Bai's father Mu Changfeng walked into the training class. He knew that his son was here, and he was not downstairs, he was upstairs.
So he walked upstairs without making a phone call.
After going upstairs, when passing by the adult classroom, I happened to see a scene inside—
A girl is writing calligraphy on a brush.
Mu Bai stood behind her, with their chests pressing against their backs, and he held her hand.
It looks very intimate.
The snowflakes flying outside the window, and looking at this angle, the picture is actually a bit beautiful!
Teacher Mu Changfeng did not disturb him and watched this scene calmly.
Soon, the four words "careful and serious" were finished, Mu Bai let go of his hand, and Lin Qianyi also put down the brush.
Oh my God, her palms are sweating!
The two young men turned their eyes accidentally and found the middle-aged man at the door at the same time.
"Dad?" Mu Bai was a little surprised and hurriedly took steps towards him, "When did you come?"
Mu Changfeng then took a step in, "Just arrived."
His gentle and kind eyes always fell on Lin Qianyi. This girl had seen her. Last time she went to the mountain with Tong Hua.
It seems that the little girl is really interested in her son, and she chased her into the town.
"Hello uncle." Lin Qianyi was very polite, so she quickly bowed and bowed.
"Hello, hello." Mu Changfeng had no airs at all. He looked at her and his son, "Let's have lunch together?"