Yan Funing said gently, "Don't be reluctant to eat it. We will buy it often in the future, and you will definitely have your share."
When Ali heard this, tears started streaming down his face.
Fu Nanyao saw this and shouted, "Don't cry, you are a man, men don't cry easily."
Ali quickly wiped away his tears: "I'm just happy."
"There's nothing wrong with crying. It helps you release your emotions and stress." Yan Funing gave Fu Nanyao two more pills. "These are for Mom. Let Mom have a taste too."
"Okay." Fu Nanyao agreed.
Several people left the kitchen one after another, and Yan Funing took a few walnuts and returned to the west wing.
In the room, Fu Ciyi was quietly writing calligraphy.
She placed the walnuts on the end of her desk, took out a pen and paper, and began to write. She first copied the ten traditional Chinese characters she had learned yesterday several times, and then practiced the horizontal strokes.
Feeling that the horizontal strokes he had been writing for the past few days were already quite impressive, he asked softly, "Fu Ciyi, can I practice the vertical strokes now?"
It was rare that he didn't embarrass her and nodded: "Okay."
"Then how do I start writing?"
Fu Ciyi was about to finish copying the textbook for the undergraduate examination, so he didn't have the patience to teach her.
He stood up, grabbed her hand holding the pen, and wrote a vertical stroke on the paper using her hand.
"Do you understand?"
"Just, that's it?"
Yan Funing thought carefully about how he had just grabbed her hand and quickly wrote a vertical stroke. Before she could react, the vertical stroke was already completed.
She had no idea how to start, pick up, and finish writing.
Fu Ciyi sat back in his chair and said calmly, "Practice by yourself."
"Just practice on your own." Yan Funing muttered a few words and wrote a lot of vertical lines according to her own understanding.
When I looked closely, I found that none of the vertical strokes I had written more than a hundred times could compare to his.
A competitive spirit suddenly arises.
Since he was not available to teach her, she stood aside and studied how he wrote.
Finally, Fu Ciyi finished copying one book.
The moment he closed the book, he realized that she had been standing beside him for quite a while: "You..."
"You can't write vertically well, so I'll watch how you write."
Yan Funing sat back on the round stool and picked up the pen to practice vertical strokes again.
Unlike before, every stroke of her pen was just right this time.
Fu Ciyi couldn't help but nod: "Well written."
After receiving the affirmation, Yan Funing raised her eyes to look at him: "I am now writing the left and right strokes. Can you help me check it out? Is it correct?"
After he finished speaking, he wrote the number "eight".
Fu Ciyi stood up and took a closer look, then nodded again: "That's indeed the case."
He had to admit that she was the smartest person he had ever taught!
"You can't rush into writing, you have to practice diligently every day." He added, "It's late, go wash up and go to bed."
Yan Funing looked up at him and blinked her beautiful eyes: "Fu Ciyi, my handwriting has improved. Will you give me a reward?"
Now she was sitting and he was standing.
Fu Ciyi's eyes naturally dropped, and what fell on them was her delicate lips.
It is so beautiful and tempting that it seems to entice people to have a kiss.
Not only that, her beautiful face was also smiling like a beauty, her skin was as white as ice, and under the candlelight, it was shining with a soft glow, making her look charming.
He restrained himself, lowered his eyes, pursed his thin lips slightly, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and slowly adjusted his cuffs, looking truly elegant and refined.
"You are so brave, I dare to ask the master for a reward?"
The voice that came out was like a cold spring in a valley hitting the rocks.
"If you don't have it, then don't." Yan Funing grabbed the walnut and placed it on the desk where he had just been writing. "This is my reward for you."
Fu Ciyi didn't eat, but went to wash up.
When he finished washing and returned to the room, he found her standing in the room, looking at the beam where the curtain had been hung before.
Yan Funing wanted to wash herself, but she was in trouble.
The cloth curtain was just washed today and is still hanging outside to dry, but she is the kind of person who washes herself in a wooden tub every day.
If I don’t wash for a day, I won’t sleep well.
The west wing had windows in front and back, and if it weren't for the curtains covering them, she would feel embarrassed to clean in the corner of the room.
Fu Ciyi realized that it was time for her to wash up.
Usually, when she was taking a shower, if he was in the room, he would usually go out on his own initiative.
Tonight is no exception.
Just as he stepped out of the door, Yan Funing called him.
"Fu Ciyi, I..."
He turned back: "What?"
She pointed to a corner of the room and said, "There are no curtains."
Fu Ciyi coughed lightly: "The window is papered, I can't see."
Yan Funing frowned, "But..."
But looking in from the outside, you can still see the outline.
As if he could see her concerns, he stepped back into the doorway, took out his two robes, and hung them on the window, one in front and one behind.
"Why didn't I think of that?" Yan Funing thanked her sincerely, "Thank you!"
He hummed, and quickly left the house. Turning his back to her, he said, "I'm right outside the door. Just bolt it and go wash without worry. There probably aren't any wolves around now."
"Okay." Yan Funing breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to close the door and bolted it.
Soon, the sound of water was heard in the house.
Crash, crash.
People who practice martial arts have better hearing than ordinary people.
Fu Ciyi stood quietly with one hand behind his back.
There is a blue sky above my head, the sound of water is gurgling behind me, and a gentle breeze is blowing in my ears.
The image of her lying on the bed, her posture while doing horse stance, and her slightly parted red lips when she was about to give me a reward...
It just won't go away.
The sound of water sliding across the skin in the room became clearer and clearer, almost deafening.
He is crazy!
A gentleman should restrain himself and return to propriety, and be reserved and restrained!
He closed his eyes and recited these words silently before suppressing the evil spirit in his heart.
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