Substitute for the little ancestor

She secretly glanced at Si Chenmo, her breathing was hot.

Si Chenmo had already noticed her gaze and knew what was going on in her heart.

Pulling a tissue, he wiped his mouth slowly, then slowly raised his eyelids and looked at the girl.

"Are you full?"

"full."

"Push me upstairs."

Ruan Tong obediently pushed the man upstairs, and when he reached the door of the bedroom, Si Chenmo stopped.

Ruan Tong asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

Si Chen's black eyes were slightly focused, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "Go to the study."

hear him.

The girl was startled, and she immediately remembered that day, when Si Chenmo warned herself not to step into the study room with dark eyes, she shivered all over.

"But, you won't let me go?"

After a pause, Ruan Tong felt that what Si Chenmo said was due to Mr. Si's words, so he smiled generously, waved his hands and said:
"Si Chenmo, you don't need it. I'll just learn from Ji Ziyang's tutor. You don't have to worry about me..."

The voice did not fall.

Ruan Tong noticed a cold gaze coming towards her, Ruan Tong immediately shut up, pushed him and walked towards the study.

When she walked to the door, she still had some scruples in her heart. After all, Si Chenmo was very jealous of other people coming to his study room. He would not even let the cleaning servants go there on weekdays. Maybe there was something in it that men didn't want others to see. Woolen cloth.

Now, because of what old master Si said, he broke up and let her in.

Ruan Tong hesitated for a moment, but pushed forward anyway, because she was too afraid of Si Chenmo's terrifying eyes.

Just look at it, and the life expectancy will be shortened by one year.

This is not the first time Ruan Tong has come to his study. He looked left, right, up and down, but he didn't find anything shameful. Why did Si Chenmo dislike others coming in so much?
Could it be because this is his world, and he doesn't want to be disturbed?
When she was a child, Ruan Tong always imagined that it would be great if she had her own exclusive private space. Si Chenmo's personality is not very approachable. Is it because of this that he attaches so much importance to this?

Apart from this reason, Ruan Tong couldn't think of any other explanation.

Forget it.

who cares.

It's not something she should worry about.

What Ruan Tong was more curious about was how Si Chenmo's calligraphy was.

She pushed the man to sit on the mahogany chair and helped him put a soft cushion, while she stood aside, looked at the pen and ink on the table, and said, "Honestly, I heard from grandpa that your calligraphy won a national award. I'm still curious, and want to see how you write."

Ruan Tong tilted his head: "Shall I sharpen the ink for you?"

As she said that, she started to help the man sharpen the ink.

Si Chenmo said, "What do you want to write?"

"Did you ask me what I wanted to write during the competition? An ancient poem."

Ruan Tong continued to move his hands, and said: "Age increases, not old age, only discarding ideals can lead to old age."

Si Chenmo's eyes deepened.

a long time.

His thin lips curled up in an imperceptible way, and he said softly, "That's a good sentence."

"right?"

Ruan Tong smiled shyly: "I really like this sentence, so I want to use it in the competition."

In the past few days, although she has been learning calligraphy and brush characters from Bai Junyao, Ji Ziyang and the teacher, how to write better, but she has never told anyone that she wants to write this ancient poem.

Count it up.

Si Chenmo was the first to know about it.

"Although the poem is long, it is very simple."

Si Chenmo rolled up his sleeves: "Do you want to write? I can teach you right now."

Ruan Tong bit his lip, handed him the brush, tilted his head with a smile and said, "Then there is Mr. Laws."

Si Chenmo stared at her playful appearance, his red lips raised, his eyes curved into crescent moons when he smiled, his delicate and soft features, and his innocent appearance made his cold heart throb suddenly.

He frowned imperceptibly, then, he looked away and took the calligraphy.

"come over."

Ruan Tong moved a little closer, looked carefully, and saw that Si Chen's ink was stained with ink, and then slowly wrote the opening paragraph of the poem on the paper like a cloud and flowing water, "the age increases, not the old age". The powerful calligraphy, like flowers blooming from the bottom of the brush, made Ruan Tong speechless.

The whole person was stunned.

Can't help but praise: "Si Chenmo, what you wrote...is so beautiful!"

Si Chenmo raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Compared to the teacher at Ji Ziyang's family?"

Ruan Tong answered truthfully: "Although it's not good to say that, I have to admit...yours is much better than his."

To put it more bluntly, they are simply not in the same class.

Si Chenmo is more like a senior master who has been reclusive and abdicated for a long time.

The corners of Si Chenmo's lips finally revealed an arc: "Want to learn?"

Ruan Tong nodded. ,
I am even more sure of my determination to learn from a man. If such a good calligraphy is not learned from him, it is a waste of money, a waste, and a sin!
Although time is running out, it is worthwhile to learn from such an excellent person for two days.

"Extremely wishful thinking!"

"Come here, you have the pen."

Ruan Tong went over to hold the brush.

Si Chenmo suddenly pressed over her, wrapped his long arms around her from behind, and then gently held the back of her hand.

The moment the skin touched, Ruan Tong's back froze, his heart stopped for a beat, his brain became hot, and he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Si Chenmo focused on the brush and didn't notice her distraction.

Seriously explaining, "The basic strokes of brush regular script are to start the brush against the front, then fold the brush and pause, so that the brush spreads out along the center line to both sides, drag down along the trend to complete the length of the stroke, and finally draw the brush back.

When writing a point, the pen should be written lightly, the paper should be heavy, the momentum should be far away, and the front should be sharp.Pay attention to make the hair follow the front, don't let the front twist, do you understand? "

"..."

Ruan Tong was running around in the sky, his mind was full of thinking about things he shouldn't be thinking, he didn't hear the man's words at all, he only felt the nice and clear fragrance coming from the man's body, and the temperature on his body when he approached, All with a deadly delusion.

pounding...

Ruan Tong's heartbeat quickened, and her cheeks gradually began to turn red until it reached behind her ears, so she didn't even dare to raise her eyes to look at the man.

After Si Chenmo finished speaking, he saw that she was silent for a long time, and then realized that she was distracted, and her small face was still flushed abnormally.

The slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "What are you thinking?"

Ruan Tong stared blankly at the man, and suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that she was... actually in Si Chenmo's arms, wandering off! ! !
As if his nerves were frozen, Ruan Tong said stiffly: "No...it's nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cheeks became hot.

Si Chenmo reached out and touched her forehead.