Floating Life Half Awake GL

On the second day, Xia Lan asked someone to invite the master into the palace.

According to Cen Nan, the wife is only about 50 years old, but the beard on her chin is longer than her palm. Is the beard a symbol of learning? !

Although he couldn't help complaining a little bit, Cen Nan was still a very polite child, he went up to him honestly, and bowed upright, which was regarded as a bow to his master.

Afterwards, the two immediately moved to the study room and officially started teaching and studying.

Fortunately for Cen Nan, although this teacher looked like an old pedant, his lectures were still normal, unlike those old teachers often shown on TV, who spoke as if they had pressed the slow button , I have to shake my head while reading a book.

The master first had a brief exchange with Cen Nan, just to find out what level Cen Nan is at now, and finally came to the conclusion that he was basically illiterate.

Cen Nan was speechless. The writing of Mu Chao looked a bit like Xiaozhuan of Qin State, but it was actually more complicated. She didn't study ancient writing, so if she could understand it, she would be a ghost.

So, on the first day of teaching for more than an hour, the master taught Cen Nan how to write some of the simplest strokes, and told her to practice hard first.

After seeing off his master, Cen Nan sat back at the desk, looked at the tadpole-like masterpiece on the paper, and collapsed on the desk.

God!If things go on like this, when will she learn it? It's not learned by humans at all. The horizontal is not horizontal, the vertical is not vertical, and the hook is not hooked. Is such a coquettish crookedness intended to make trouble? What kind!

Forget it, just draw a ladle like a gourd, but you still have to write with a brush, write with a brush? ! "The concubine can't do it!".

As soon as Xia Lan arrived at the door of the study, what she saw was such a scene. Cen Nan lay face down in front of the table, first sighed, and then muttered something like "I can't do it".

A smile crept up to the corners of his brows and eyes unconsciously, and then he walked in, "What is Nan'er doing?"

Cen Nan was so frightened that he sat up and saw Xia Lan quickly jumped off the chair, then saluted respectfully, and said

"Sister Lan"

"It seems that Lan'er is really working hard," Xia Lan said with a sudden smile.

Cen Nan scratched his cheek shyly, "No, no, it hasn't opened yet."

He completely forgot what he said later, and just stared blankly at the person squatting in front of him.

"The ink is all over your face, isn't that hard enough?"

Holding the silk in her hand, Xia Lan gently wiped Cen Nan's right cheek, her eyes were focused and gentle, her smile was charming and charming, and it just melted Cen Nan's heart.

"All right"

It wasn't until Xia Lan stopped what he was doing that Cen Nanfang came back to his senses, and then couldn't help but blushed slightly.

Xia Lan looked at Cen Nan's ears and cheeks that were suddenly flushed, and the doting smile in his eyes seemed to overflow at any moment, and couldn't help reaching out and gently pinching Cen Nan's white, tender and flushed face.

"Nan'er is so cute"

Cen Nan's head was full of black lines in an instant, is it appropriate to praise her as a cute person who has lived for 23 years? !

Seeing Cen Nan's embarrassed look, Xia Lan stopped teasing her and stood up, "I just heard Nan'er sighed a lot, but I encountered some difficult words."

"Ah, no, I'm just, just feeling a little bit emotional"

"A little emotional?" Xia Lan couldn't help smiling when she heard the words, "Then what is Nan'er feeling emotional about?"

Cen Nan wanted to hide his "masterpiece" quickly, but his actions were too slow, Xia Lan still saw it, so he simply ignored it.

"I feel that what I wrote is too ugly. If my master sees it tomorrow, I'm afraid I will blow my beard with anger."

"Heh...how could it be? Nan'er's writing is so good, the master must be happy after reading it."

Cen Nan raised his head and looked at Xia Lan. Although he didn't say anything, the expression on his face was obviously saying "You are clearly comforting me".

"I didn't comfort Nan'er. Nan'er just started learning today, and she has already written in such a good shape. In time, she will write better."

Hearing this, Cen Nan couldn't help but glanced at his "masterpiece" again. He still couldn't accept Xia Lan's words. Just such a stroke is either full of ink, or has different thicknesses. Can this be called decent? !

Xia Lan said very patiently, "Everything has a process, it can't be done overnight, so don't be too impatient."

Afterwards, Xia Lan personally taught Cen Nan how to hold and move the pen, how to exert force on his wrist, and how to write, run and close the pen.

Cen Nan was sitting on a chair, and Xia Lan was standing behind her, almost embracing her in her arms. Then, holding Cen Nan's hand, she led her to write stroke by stroke in this Mu Dynasty. new beginning.

There is a soft and delicate touch on his hands, a soft body against his back, a soft and moving voice resounding above his head, and a refreshing fragrance lingering in his nose. Cen Nan doesn't remember what he wrote, but Clearly remember the frequency of your breathing and heartbeat.

This scene, since then, has been forever frozen in Cen Nan's memory.

After Xia Lan came, Cen Nan wrote about the time when there was a stick of incense, and the two went to the dining room for dinner.

"Brother Leng, aren't you waiting for him?"

"Third brother went to the military camp today, so he won't go home for lunch."

"Oh"

Cen Nan nodded and started eating without saying anything.

Xia Lan was still the same as before, bringing food to Cen Nan from time to time, but she herself ate very little.

Cen Nan couldn't stand it anymore, he reached out and picked up a piece of meat and put it in Xia Lan's bowl, with a serious expression

"Don't always give me food, you should eat more yourself, seeing how thin you are"

Xia Lan couldn't help laughing, "Am I thin?".

"I've become thin like a bolt of lightning, can I not lose weight?"

"Thin as lightning? Nan'er's description is really interesting."

Cen Nan smiled awkwardly, it's true, he started to speak modern dialect by accident.

"Then Nan'er is about to lose weight like a bolt of lightning, so he must make up for it."

"...", this is quite fast!

"By the way, after taking a nap later, Nan'er, do you want to go shopping in the market?"

Hearing this, Cen Nan's eyes lit up, she wanted to go very much, although she had been to the market after coming out of the mountains, but because she was rushing back to the palace at that time, strictly speaking, she didn't go shopping.

"Well, the master asked me to practice calligraphy. I haven't practiced well yet. Let's talk about it next time."

Xia Lan did not miss the flash of anticipation in Cen Nan's eyes.

"Nan'er has been studying for more than two hours today, just take it out for a walk, it won't take too long."

Cen Nan thought for a while, then looked up at Xia Lan, "Sister Lan, do you have anything to buy?".

"Well, I want to buy some things"

"If that's the case, then let's go"