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After the meal, Shen Dan'an took the tray out again, and told Zhuang Yan to spread paper and grind ink before leaving.

Although Zhuang Yan was dissatisfied, he obediently obeyed.

However, when he picked up the ink stick to grind the ink, he still didn't forget to grit his teeth and think about how to ruthlessly chase people away, so the speed of his men naturally increased.

"If you grind any more, the ink will be dry."

Someone's voice suddenly sounded, causing Zhuang Yan to come back from shock, and when he turned around, the other party was already standing behind him.

And Shen Dan'an looked at Zhuang Yan's fingertips that were flushed with force, and said quietly: "I brought this research stone back for you, but now you are grinding it so hard, are you dissatisfied with it? What about me?"

Of course it is for you!

Zhuang Yan was about to blurt out, but when he accidentally raised his eyes, he stepped into the eyes of the other party, and immediately fell into the quagmire of warmth and couldn't extricate himself.

Now his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make it out.

Shen Dan'an moved his eyes to look at the neatly spread white paper on the table, pasting it, he reached for the brush and stuffed it into Zhuang Yan's palm.

"Well, let's get started."

So Zhuang Yan mechanically picked up the pen to write ink.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

But after looking at Zhuang Yan's pen and ink for a long time, Shen Dan'an couldn't help frowning.He hugged Zhuang Yan from the back half of his body, covered his hand with one hand, and said, "Although the words are written in various ways, your strokes are really crooked."

"..."

"After practicing for so long, haven't you found the technique yet?"

Under the leadership of Shen Dan'an, Zhuang Yan exerted his strength, and he saw a majestic momentum in his writing.

"How? Does it look more comfortable this way?"

Zhuang Yan's eyes lit up, but he didn't want to give someone too much money, so he just nodded heavily.

Shen Dan'an leaned close to his ear: "I remember your handwriting when you were a child, but it was much more correct than today's. Why is it getting longer and more crooked now?"

Zhuang Yan couldn't help raising his eyes to goug him.

Someone said again: "Back then my father worked so hard to coax you to practice calligraphy, if he is still alive now, I'm afraid he will be furious."

Zhuang Yan already felt the warmth of the other party's breath spraying on his skin, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he thought to himself: If he sees our current posture, he will be furious.

"Every word is like a person..." Shen Dan'an stretched out his hand to caress the half-dried ink characters before, and looked at him with eyelashes: "You never told me what you have experienced in these years."

Zhuang Yan was taken aback by his questioning, and suddenly turned his head to meet his gaze, not having time to hide the panic in his eyes.

Shen Dan'an then softened his voice: "Don't panic..."

"Snapped."

Shen Danan suddenly interrupted the second half of the sentence, he turned his head vigilantly, but only had time to catch a little light and shadow change outside the window with his peripheral vision.

Zhuang Yan followed his gaze and looked out, his brows furrowed.

Shen Dan'an's face was slightly gloomy, and he took the lead in turning his body back, and tightly wrapped the hand of the person in front of him.

"We continue."

Zhuang Yan felt the warmth of the opponent's palm a little more than before, and he sighed silently in his heart.

But his writing is smooth and flowing, Shen Danan whispers against his ear, there seems to be a reassuring magic in his voice:

"Don't think about anything, you just need to follow me from now on."

Zhuang Yan's eye sockets instantly turned red.

What does the other party know now, and how much has he seen through?

And no matter what he found, he said something like this...

It's a foul! Foul!

If this continues, how can I fight this battle?

"Ayan." Shen Dan'an decided to get straight to the point, "I'm here today..."

"Knock down."

"My lord!" came Forbe's voice from outside.

Shen Dan'an found that he had a bad start today, and what he wanted to say had been interrupted twice.

He lowered his face and opened the door, Uncle Forbe greeted him outside.

"My lord, Master Liu said that there is something urgent, and he is waiting for you in the hall right now."

"understood."

Zhuang Yan was leaning slightly to look out, when suddenly the person in front of him who was blocking his view turned back.

"I'm afraid it will take me a long time to get away this time." Shen Dan'an clasped Zhuang Yan's hand, and because of the height difference, he leaned over and just put his mouth close to the tip of the other's ear, "I know you want to protect me, But what I want is to grow old with you."

Zhuang Yan couldn't help being taken aback.

"I won't let that mouse over the window steal you away. Remember, wait for me to come back obediently." After speaking, Shen Danan let go of his hand and turned to leave the room, leaving Zhuang Yan in the room for a while. His face was dazed.

Uncle Fu didn't pay attention to the situation on their side just now, nor did he hear what Shen Dan'an said. After saying goodbye to Shen Dan'an, he turned around and wanted to say goodbye to Zhuang Yan, but he suddenly covered his side with one hand quickly. ears.

Uncle Fu asked suspiciously, "My lord? Are your ears uncomfortable?"

ear? ...It was very hot and numb.

After thinking about this question seriously, Zhuang Yan almost wanted to bury his head in Uncle Fu's arms like he did when he was a child, but in the end he endured it.

"Bob, I'm fine."

Forbe was not worried at first, but now he is.

Look, the young master even blushed.

After saying a few more words, Uncle Fu was finally coaxed away by Zhuang Yan, leaving him alone in place for a long, long time.

His heart was sour and sweet for a while, until a cold arrow narrowly brushed his cheek, and then he sank.

The pace of the person outside the window leaving was the same as before. Zhuang Yan read the note brought on the arrow and tore it up fiercely, burning all of it in the smoker.