I wish for a long time

At the beginning of October, the weather is cold and cool, warm food and clothes.

Penghu Bay Restaurant has been closed for more than a month, and there is still no intention of opening.

At the same time, the Shiweizhai next to it also said that its gate seemed to be closed and would not be opened all day long.

Other stores and restaurants on Xiejie are still busy, even more prosperous than before.

Penghu Bay Hot Pot Restaurant quickly spread in the forest, from popular to rapidly desolate, within a month.

People cursed for half a month, ate too many common flavors, and missed the unique taste as if they were forgetful.

But the shopkeeper seemed in no hurry to pick up the restaurant.

"Ah~ I want more."

The protagonist who people talk about after dinner is now lying on the soft couch, waiting for feeding with his mouth open.

In front of the small table on the couch, a woman in goose yellow clothes glanced at the words, said nothing, but flipped her hands deftly, and peeled a longan with a few strokes.

She pinched the only remaining stalk, and passed it sideways to the mouth of the lying person. With a slight pinch, a clear longan meat fell into the mouth that was waiting for food.

"Love you~"

Ye Jiu chewed in satisfaction, while looking at the white and translucent side face with eyebrows bent.

The delicate and small nose, the pink lips are sometimes pursed and sometimes loosened, and the obsidian-like bright pupils reflect the sunlight slanting in from the side of the bed, emitting a little light.

His brows were slightly furrowed with the strength of his hands, Ye Jiu just watched her move and shiver quietly, unaware that his jaw had dropped in a daze.

It wasn't until the willow eyebrows stretched out again, and his lips felt cold and moist again, that Ye Jiu came back to his senses, blinked, and met those smiling eyes.

Ye Jiu took it over unceremoniously, stretched out his hand to hold the slender hand, and rubbed it comfortably twice.

"Shao'an, your hands are so soft."

The hand flinched, paused, and gave up struggling.

Qi Shaoan turned his head, a blush appeared on his fair cheeks.

Ye Jiu pinched it for a while and felt it wasn't enough, so he held it up to his lips and kissed it lightly.

The warm lips did not leave immediately, but stayed for a while, pious and peaceful.

Accompanied by the soft and moist touch, there are streaks of hot air that intermittently touch, sweeping gently like hanging ears.

His face seemed to be burning, Qi Shaoan didn't know where to go with his eyes, and he didn't know whether to draw his hands back.

Just when the strings in her mind were about to break, Ye Jiu left the back of her hand, held her hand slightly, and started playing with it.

For a while, pinch the pulp of the fingers, poke the palm for a while, and squeeze the joints, having a great time playing.

"Is it fun?"

A cool voice came from above her head, Ye Jiu nodded hastily.

"Fun."

"Then play your own game."

The softness in his palm was suddenly taken away, and Ye Jiu paused in the air with his hands empty, blinking his eyes in astonishment.

She quickly turned up, and saw that the woman beside her had already got off the bed and was walking towards the desk.

Ye Jiu was stunned for a moment, then sat up, kicked on his shoes, and followed.

Qi Shaoan ignored her, and sat calmly in front of the table, spread out a piece of rice paper, and pressed it down with a paperweight.

Seeing this, Ye Jiu picked up the ink stick on the ink bed next to him in a smart way, scooped up two spoonfuls of water droplets in the water bowl, and began to grind it at a constant speed.

"sleeve!"

Qi Shao'an unintentionally glanced at it, and quickly grabbed Ye Jiu's cuff that was hanging down into the inkstone.

Seeing Qi Shaoan leaning forward suddenly, Ye Jiu was taken aback for a moment, followed her arm only to realize that his sleeve almost took a shower.

She sneered, rolled her arm up, and continued to grind it.

But as soon as I tried hard, the sleeves that were rolled up came down loosely.

Ye Jiu masturbates again.

The sleeves persevered, clattering.

Roll again, drop again.

Ye Jiu stopped what he was doing, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

She kind of misses the long-sleeved sweater.

What are you talking about with such a big cuff, a horse? ?

"come over."

That cool voice was mixed with a hint of helplessness.

She heard the sound and looked up, only to see Qi Shaoan put down her pen and stretched out her hand towards herself.

Ye Jiu froze for a moment, then obediently moved a few steps in her direction.

Qi Shao'an grabbed her cuffs, folded up the wide sleeves, pinched the overlapping parts, and rolled them up layer by layer until reaching her elbows.

Ye Jiu looked down at her dexterous hands turning over, the folds were smooth and smooth, which really satisfied a slot of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Qi Shao'an took hold of one, then reached out to get the other one.

Ye Jiu consciously handed it over, and as far as he could see, it was Qi Shaoan's black and delicate hair top.

The bun on her head is like a cloud, and the broken hair in front of her forehead leans to the side, and the hair is coiled on the top of her head in an orderly manner, although there is only one plain hairpin fixed.

Ye Jiu looked at the jade hairpin, and couldn't help feeling a little familiar.

"What are you looking at?"

Qi Shaoan tugged at her hem, trying to pull her out of her daze.

Only then did Ye Jiu realize that Qi Shaoan had rolled up two cuffs for him, and was staring at him with frowns.

She glanced at the hairpin on her head again, and said, "It's very beautiful."

Qi Shaoan was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but also blushed slightly: "What?"

Ye Jiu picked up the ink stick and rubbed it again. She frowned and said with a smile, "It's so lucky for a jade hairpin to match a beauty."

Qi Shao'an was stunned for a moment, and then she understood, her face was getting redder, and she gave her a nasty look: "Shameless."

How can anyone compare himself to a hosta?

This person really doesn't know how to write the word modest.

Ye Jiu's smile grew stronger, she lowered her head and began to sharpen the ink seriously. She turned her hand a few times, then suddenly raised her head to look at Qi Shao'an, and blinked: "Shao'an, teach me how to write."

Qi Shaoan tilted his head, "Writing?"

What words do you learn well?

Ye Jiu smiled embarrassedly: "My handwriting is a bit ugly, and it always makes people laugh when I write it out."

Qi Shaoan raised his eyebrows, is that a bit ugly?

Ye Jiu caught a glimpse of her playful eyes, and immediately drooped his head: "Well, it's too ugly."

The corners of Qi Shao'an's lips raised slightly, and his face, which was not blocked by a veil, was like a warm sun.

Ye Jiu pursed his lips and looked at her.

I saw Qi Shao'an turned his body slightly, and then sat behind the chair, freeing up half of the seat.

She patted the empty space next to her, "It's actually okay."

Ye Jiu looked at the seat, then at Qi Shaoan, she shrugged and smiled, and sat down: "You don't need to comfort me."

She sat lightly on a seat a little closer to the front, and as soon as she settled down, a bamboo pole brush appeared in front of her eyes.

At the same time, there is also that unique cold fragrance, mixed with a faint fragrance of crabapple.

Plain fingers are pinching the gamboge pen holder, and the wrist is turned up, showing her the posture of holding the pen.

"Like this, pinch the pen holder with these two fingers, hook it back with this finger, apply a little force, and press the two fingers against the pen holder, and apply force evenly with the five fingers."

Ye Jiu imitated her holding the pen in the air, his fingers twitched a little.

Qi Shao'an chuckled, and handed over the pen: "Come on, give it a try."

Ye Jiu turned his head slightly, and in front of his eyes was the delicate and smooth oval face, and a pair of beautiful eyelashes blinked, as if they were swept over her heart.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Those bright eyes raised up, with a little doubt.

"No...nothing..."

Ye Jiu came back to his senses, seemed guilty, blinked his eyes twice, and quickly took the brush.

At this moment, her mind is full of the pretty face just like a dream, how could she remember what Qi Shao'an taught just now.

"forget?"

Qi Shaoan glanced at her pig's paw-like holding method, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

A trace of shyness appeared on Ye Jiu's face, and he quickly changed the position of his fingers.

Qi Shao'an looked at her picking at the pen holder again like a chicken's claw, and shook his head helplessly.She straightened up and reached out to hold the hand holding her pen.

Ye Jiu was stunned for a moment, staring at the jade hand folded on his right hand for a few seconds before realizing what the girl was trying to do.

She then retreated slightly, and half of the pale yellow figure got in front of her.

From such an angle, Qi Shao'an looks small, in his arms, he doesn't feel crowded at all.

Straightening his fingers one by one, and clenching them again, Qi Shaoan was satisfied: "It's done."

However, when he raised his head, he almost bumped into Ye Jiu's chin.

She distanced herself a little and looked up at her.

The man's eyes were as soft as ever, and his eyes were bent like a crescent moon, deep and bottomless.

There seems to be a huge vortex in the brown pupils, which can completely suck people in.

If Ye Jiu was wearing women's clothes, he must be a dazzling master.

Women's clothing?

Qi Shaoan blinked and came back to his senses, but the person who was just a few feet away was still in a daze.

She pursed her lips helplessly, and touched her with her elbow: "Ye Jiu."

Ye Jiu pulled away from his own thoughts, and what he saw was the little girl's slightly childish face with an old-fashioned look.

She couldn't hold it back all of a sudden, stretched out her hand to pinch Qi Shaoan's face, pulled it lightly, and as she wished, she saw a trace of surprise and doubt on the little girl's calm face.

The eyebrows were half raised, and there was another burst of grievances.

Ye Jiu's heart skipped a beat.

!!!

Ning can't manage facial expressions! !

Do you want me to teach Ning? !

"Shao'an."

Qi Shaoan only raised his eyes to glance at her, then hurriedly grabbed her wicked hand, trying to pull it off.

"If you look like this again..."

Ye Jiu looked at her shining eyes, squeezed her hands, and said quietly, "I will be eaten."

Um? ?

eat? ?

What to eat?

Qi Shaoan finally slapped her paws off, and rubbed her face miserably, her face was slightly sore, she scolded Ye Jiu bitterly from the bottom of her heart, while puffing her cheeks.

Ye Jiu looked sideways at her little movements, and the smile in the corner of his eyes seemed to be infinitely magnified, filling his face.

What a cute... little hamster.

However, after receiving the "friendly" stare from the little hamster, Ye Jiu quickly closed his eyes, obediently leaned over his desk and began to practice calligraphy.

You know, for a person like her who has never written calligraphy, she suddenly picked up this seemingly extremely simple brush, and was immediately at a loss.

She bit the bullet and pressed down, but with just two strokes, two lovely caterpillars jumped onto the paper.

Ye Jiu sighed old-fashionedly, picked up the tip of the pen, and scanned lightly——

Added two tentacles.

"puff."

There was a burst of suppressed laughter in his ear, Ye Jiu knew what was going on without thinking, and immediately rolled his eyes.

"It has nothing to do with me~"

Ye Jiu looked at the writing brush in his hand, already saying goodbye to it in his heart.

There is no fate in this life, and there is no need to meet again in the next life.

Let's go!

However, before the thrown pen left his hand, it was pressed back by the cool and soft palm.

Ye Jiu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and saw that Qi Shao'an had stood up, his left hand was supporting the table, and his right hand was firmly on his own.

Qi Shaoan supported her left side with his left hand, and his right hand went over his shoulder to hold her right hand, so his whole body enveloped her.

She could even feel that if she raised her head, she would bump into something incredible...

"The pen holder should be straight, the wrist should be pressed down, the palm should be raised up, and the five fingers should be pressed hard."

A gentle voice came from the top of his head, gently sweeping over his heart like a small wool brush.

For a clumsy and careless "student" like myself, this little master has no intention of getting angry at all.

It was as peaceful as usual, even a little more imperceptible...gentleness.

Under Qi Shaoan's assisted control, the Langhao pen seemed to have suddenly obeyed, and began to fall steadily on the paper, and it no longer bounced or limp.

Ye Jiu looked at the strokes of "Ye" that were about to be formed, turned his head, looked up at Qi Shaoan's pretty face, and said with a smile:

"Shao'an, if you are so patient, you will definitely be a good mother in the future."

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