Bai Yueguang Omega always wants to monopolize me

A butterfly urged by Chunri broke out of its cocoon ahead of time, fluttered its wings and landed on the window sill, blocking the sunlight above the girl's head impartially.

The pure white wings fluttered and folded, as if they had landed on top of the girl's head.

Listening to Wei Qingyu's unclear words, Ji Xiao lowered her head and looked at the two items on the table.

The fragrance of flowers mixed with the smell of ink floats in the quiet room, and the unpackaged pen looks a bit scribbled.

I have to say that this bouquet of flowers is impeccably exquisite and elegant, no matter in terms of packaging or bouquet combination.

The golden-orange cardboard matches the color of Ji Xiao's pupils, and the blooming violets exude a flamboyant pride just like her Alpha.

Every detail vaguely reveals the flower giver's love and understanding of Ji Xiao.

It's just that this so-called splendor and beauty is just a foil for the dark black gold pen in sight.

Ji Xiao didn't even think about it, she reached out and took the pen in front of her: "Of course I need a pen."

"Really?" Wei Qingyu was a little surprised by Ji Xiao's decisiveness.

"Really." Ji Xiao nodded.

What kind of flowers does she want for a person who has a broken hand and wants to practice writing again.

Hearing this, Wei Qingyu looked at the pen in Ji Xiao's hand, with a smile at the end of her eyes.

She picked up the flowers sent by Jin Nanfeng again, but her movements were much gentler, as if pitying a loser, she arranged the package of the flowers that had just been crumpled by herself: "Then I will put the flowers in for you." side."

"Well, thank you." Ji Xiao nodded, but her eyes stayed on the pen that Wei Qingyu gave her.

A beautiful flower pattern is engraved on the golden pen tip, and the pure gold exudes indescribable beauty under the refraction of light.

The smooth metal curves merge into a point at the tip of the pen, and through the light, you can still see faint ink stains between the gaps, as if this pen was not specially made for her, but was gifted to me by someone who treasured it for a long time Same.

Ji Xiao carefully identified the pattern carved on the tip of the brush, remembered the flowers she saw in the bouquet just now, and asked uncertainly: "Is the violet carved on the tip of this brush?"

Wei Qingyu frowned slightly upon hearing this, "Why do you think so?"

Ji Xiao was a little confused, "Didn't the two of them be given by the same person?"

Wei Qingyu's face darkened instantly.

The sharp scissors cut short a violet branch that she had just untied, and a few drops of clear water fell on the back of the girl's white hand along the hanging leaves.

"No."

"What is that?" Ji Xiao was puzzled.

"It's Tumi flower." Wei Qingyu replied looking at the violet in his hand.

Ji Xiao was even more puzzled when she heard the words. She looked at Wei Qingyu whose back was turned to her, and said, "How do you know? You didn't even look at it."

"Because I gave you this pen."

As Wei Qingyu spoke, she turned and looked at Ji Xiao, the turbulent calm of the dark tide was written in her turquoise eyes.

"Then..." Looking at the flowers beside Wei Qingyu, Ji Xiao suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Wei Qingyu said the words "Jinnanfeng" in the next second: "The flowers are sent by Jinnanfeng."

Ji Xiao felt very strange, and said the words without thinking: "Isn't it for you?"

Wei Qingyu frowned when she heard Ji Xiao's words.

She looked at the bouquet from the corner of her eye, and asked in a deep tone: "Why did he give me flowers? I didn't sit and chat with him all night."

The chilly breeze blew past the villa, and the little butterfly fluttered its wings and flew past the window of the study.

A flash of light flashed across Ji Xiao's pupils, and she couldn't help being startled when she looked at Wei Qingyu in front of her.

The faint sourness on the tip of her tongue bloomed again, and Ji Xiao felt that she had heard these familiar words not long ago.

It's just that the dry air made her suddenly realize that it wasn't the pheromone that was sour, but this sentence.

Why are Wei Qingyu's words sour?

Could it be that she is doing it for Jin Nanfeng?

No, she didn't even create a chance for these two people to look at each other that night.

Ji Xiao seemed to think of something in his mind, and his heart thumped.

The unexplained sense of tension and the sudden appearance of affection intertwined in her mind.

Or……

Is it for yourself?

But, how come...

Wei Qingyu looked at Ji Xiao in a daze, and suddenly realized that what she said just now was a little too restless.

The taste of irony was too much, and it turned into a feeling of jealousy.

She blinked unnaturally, half turned her back to Ji Xiao and said, "You'd better try to see if it works with a pen first."

Ji Xiao quickly came back to her senses when she heard the words, and nodded, "Okay."

The sun climbed up to the sky little by little with warm sunlight, and there were two people with different thoughts standing in the quiet study room.

Ji Xiao looked at the delicate tea flower on the tip of the pen, but Xiao Wei Qingyu from the dream long ago appeared in her eyes.

"Do you know what flower this is?"

"This is the Tumi flower."

The white flowers are stacked with petals, curling and blooming like a holy silk in Ji Xiao's mind.

Tea flower...

Does she like tumi flowers?

Ji Xiao was a little absorbed in her thoughts, until a tingling pain came from between her fingers, and she was pulled out of the vortex of memories.

The sharp pen tip repeatedly stroked the pulp of the finger several times, and a deep red mark appeared in her sight.

It was only then that Ji Xiao discovered that there was no ink in the pen that Wei Qingyu gave her.

And it is impossible for her to manipulate the ink sac to absorb ink with one hand, and then wipe the pen tip clean.

Ji Xiao hesitated for a moment, looked at Wei Qingyu who was concentrating on pruning and arranging flowers, and called, "Wei Qingyu."

Obviously the girl's call was cautious, but Wei Qingyu was like a frightened cat, her straight shoulders trembled slightly.

She put the weakly clutched violet bouquet behind her back, and turned to look at Ji Xiao as if nothing had happened: "What's wrong?"

"Can you fill the ink for me?" Ji Xiao slightly raised her arm that was hung around her neck as she spoke, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

The sun fell into Wei Qingyu's eyes, and there was obviously a flutter of luck in the turquoise water.

She looked at Ji Xiao who was standing behind the desk and handed it to her for help, and nodded, "Okay."

It's just that Ji Xiao didn't know, just as Wei Qingyu walked towards him, the hand hanging by his side disappeared without a trace.

The purple petals brushed against the girl's pale hands, and she silently threw the violet she picked out of the vase into the trash can on the side.

"Give it to me." Wei Qingyu took the pen from Ji Xiao's hand as he spoke, and skillfully twisted the half-twisted body of the pen.

The scent of mint wandering in the study room became clearer, intertwined with the rosin in the ink.

Ji Xiao sniffed, and couldn't help turning her head to peek at the girl beside her.

The black of the ink formed a stark contrast with the light white of the girl's fingers, and the thicker it was, the more white and translucent her fingers were.

The bones are distinct, like the carefully carved small jade pieces used to press on the scrolls.

After a while, Wei Qingyu filled the pen with ink.

After wiping off the ink stained on the tip of the pen with a soft toilet paper pen, she returned the pen to Ji Xiao, "Okay."

Ji Xiao looked at the finger that was in the center of his line of sight, and took the pen over: "Thank you."

Wei Qingyu smiled lightly, and with his lowered eyes, he noticed the grid paper with only a few words written on it that Ji Xiao deliberately hid underneath.

Crooked and crooked, gestures too straight, but the simple words reveal the master's impatience.

With such a conclusion, Wei Qingyu no longer has the idea of ​​leaving Liu Jixiao to practice calligraphy here.

Leaning slightly on the edge of the warm table, she put one hand on the table, and said to Ji Xiao, "Please write the word "Yong" and show me."

The word "Yong" can best reflect a person's writing skills.

Of course, Ji Xiao, who was pressed by her parents to practice some calligraphy since she was a child, also knew this truth, and her hand holding the pen couldn't help but tighten.

The inexplicable tension magnified in Ji Xiao's heart, and his inflexible wrist became heavy.

The exquisite pen tip fell on the paper to form a thick black spot, and it has been a long time since I lifted the pen again.

For some reason, Ji Xiao didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Wei Qingyu at all.

But the sky failed to fulfill people's wishes, and a few words of "yong" were reluctantly written, so ugly that each has its own characteristics.

Ji Xiaogang wanted to turn sideways to block Wei Qingyu's sight, but when he turned around, he met the girl's calm eyes.

Realizing that the whole process of her writing was seen just now, her eyes were instantly filled with shame: "Isn't it so ugly... even worse than a child..."

"It's okay." Wei Qingyu nodded seriously.

Ji Xiao's eyes lit up slightly, but Wei Qingyu immediately added: "It's much better than children's."

For a moment, frustration filled Ji Xiao's heart.

She wished that she could start practicing earlier, so that Wei Qingyu could present her best side.

Maybe even Ji Xiao didn't realize it. She didn't know when she started to care not only about Wei Qingyu's situation, but also Wei Qingyu's opinion of her.

The smell of peach brandy fell on Wei Qingyu's shoulder with a bit of low.

Taking advantage of Ji Xiao's inattention, she stretched out her arm and took the paper in front of her, and said softly while looking at it: "This is already very good."

"Actually, you don't need to worry. Usually, people need to spend a lot of energy to develop another handwriting that is not commonly used. You have just started the first day. Don't ask yourself for the words written by the original right hand, just take yourself Like a child just learning to write."

Wei Qingyu's voice was still calm, but it just soothed Ji Xiao's frustrated heart.

Holding the grid paper in front of her, she complained to herself in a good mood: "Children's handwriting is really ugly, not as beautiful as the bare leaf you put in the vase."

Hearing this, Wei Qingyu couldn't help but look up at the unfinished flowers that she had forgotten on the opposite cabinet.

She picked out all the violet bouquets that Ji Xiao had misidentified, and the back of Jin Nanfeng, whom she had met that day, broke into her mind unexpectedly, setting off a wave of jealousy.

Wei Qingyu looked at Ji Xiao, and said mysteriously: "Your handwriting is more beautiful than any of his flowers."

The warm breath pushed away Ji Xiao's long hair from the side of her face, and the bewitching voice fell on her ear,

Mingming Ji Xiao couldn't see Wei Qingyu standing behind, but could clearly feel her approaching breath.

The coolness of mint brought the remaining warmth of the girl's body and cast a shadow behind Ji Xiao, enveloping her like a prison.

And Ji Xiao is like a prisoner who has lost his resistance, willingly imprisoned by Wei Qingyu.

The jade-like gentle hand that I just saw just now fell into Ji Xiao's sight unexpectedly and as if he had expected it a long time ago.

The slender fingers held her hand like holding a pen, and there was a warm and moist feeling in the coolness.

The palms meet the backs of the hands, and the mint and peach brandy are also intertwined.

The girl's voice was a bit cold and indifferent, and sent the calmest and hottest words into Ji Xiao's ears: "Come, let me teach you."

Plop, plop...

Ji Xiao could clearly hear her almost crazy heartbeat.

She seemed to see the door that had been pushed open on the roof of the hospital that day, and slowly opened in front of her with a heavy creaking sound.

The ancient and long-standing characters circulate monotonously on the Tongtian stele covered with ivy, and it is full of eloquence: I like it.