Chapter 12 Frustrated Puppy Song Huaixi
Along the way, Song Huaixi jumped and skipped beside Zhao Fangye, extremely happy.
When they returned to the yard, Nanny Zhang and Chunhua were a little surprised to see Song Huaixi and Zhao Fangye coming back together.
I didn't expect that Song Huaixi could really invite Zhao Fangye back. He quickly prepared bowls and chopsticks for the two of them.
Song Huaixi has always had a good appetite and he ate with relish without even raising his head. Zhao Fangye ate a little and then stopped eating.
He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and watched Song Huaixi eat attentively. Song Huaixi ate very properly and took every bite seriously.
Although he looks small, he actually has a big appetite and looks very happy when he eats something delicious.
It turns out that inviting him to dinner was really just for the sake of having a meal. They ate their own meals and Song Huaixi didn't even raise his head.
Watching him eat, Zhao Fangye's appetite also improved.
After finishing her breakfast, Song Huaixi realized that Zhao Fangye was looking at her.
Smiling foolishly at him, "Why don't you eat it? It's delicious."
It looks like a silly puppy.
"I have used it." Zhao Fangye stood up and said, "I still have things to do. Princess can visit the mansion freely."
After saying that, Zhao Fangye was about to walk out, and Nanny Zhang beside him gestured to Song Huaixi.
Song Huaixi, who had always been slow to act, didn't know what was going on, and quickly followed behind Zhao Fangye: "I want to go too."
He now has only one task, which is to become close to Zhao Fangye.
"You want to go?" Zhao Fangye looked at him suspiciously: "There's nothing fun in the study."
Song Huaixi grabbed his sleeve with a firm look in his eyes and said softly, "I want to go... I can help the prince grind ink!"
In the end, Zhao Fangye brought Song Huaixi to the study.
Song Huaixi was walking around in the study, her big round eyes full of curiosity. Look here, then look there.
He was very quiet, walking around without making any sound, but Zhao Fangye, who was sitting at the desk, couldn't calm down.
His eyes fell on Song Huaixi who was wandering around, and he put his hand on his forehead, feeling that he was really crazy.
How could you agree to bring him in?
He never allowed outsiders to enter his study, and his servants generally did not dare to come and report unless it was an important matter.
And now Zhao Fangye really wondered if he was crazy.
After looking around the room, Song Huaixi moved a small stool and sat next to Zhao Fangye.
Turning his head to look at him, Zhao Fangye had no expression on his face: "What?"
"I didn't do anything." Song Huaixi looked at him and said, "Can I watch you write?"
What a strange request, but in his opinion, Song Huaixi always has a lot of strange ideas in his head.
Zhao Fangye picked up the document to review and ignored him, starting to write on it with a pen.
Song Huaixi really did as he said, and watched him write seriously beside him.
Quiet and no noise.
Zhao Fangye almost forgot that there was someone beside him until the ink in the inkstone was gone.
A white hand grabbed the ink stick and started grinding it, and his eyes fell on the hand. Against the backdrop of the ink strips, her fingers looked as white as peeled spring bamboo shoots, so slender and long that they didn't look like a man's hands at all.
When his eyes moved to the person next to him, Song Huaixi looked thin and frail. Zhao Fangye still remembered that he had put his arms around his waist during their wedding, which was barely wide enough to be held in one hand.
As your eyes move upwards, you'll see a pointed chin, then bright red lips, a small nose, big round eyes and long, curly eyelashes.
Her whole face was as white as mutton-fat jade, without a single blemish on it, it was a beautiful face.
Song Huaixi was concentrating on grinding ink when he noticed someone turning their gaze away. I was frightened by Zhao Fangye's slightly aggressive look.
His eyes were so fierce that Song Huaixi thought he had made a mistake and quickly explained: "I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm out of ink. I'll grind some ink for you."
Perhaps because he has always been spoiled in the Song family, he speaks slowly and softly. It's like a light feather falling on the tip of my heart without any weight.
"Um."
After responding, Zhao Fangye said nothing. Turn around and continue to handle official business.
Song Huaixi didn't know whether he was angry or not, so she withdrew her hand and dared not move again.
The atmosphere became very dull, and Zhao Fangye took the initiative to break it: "Can you write?"
"meeting."
Song Huaixi nodded, then shook his head.
Zhao Fangye held the pen in his hand, puzzled by his actions: "What do you mean? Yes or no?"
"I can write. But the teacher said that what I wrote was not words." Song Huaixi explained: "I don't know if I can write."
After saying that, he looked at Zhao Fangye's handwriting again: "This is what you wrote, and it's beautiful. I can't write such beautiful words."
"Really?" Zhao Fangye was in high spirits and handed him the pen: "Write a few, and I'll take a look."
Song Huaixi took the pen and found a blank piece of paper to write his name. He took the pen and wrote seriously. Although he wanted to write well, what he wrote was still crooked.
The three words "Song Huaixi" don't look like they were written, but rather painted.
Handing the paper to him, Song Huaixi looked expectant. But Zhao Fangye said mercilessly: "Ugly."
One word turned the originally bright and cheerful puppy Song Huaixi into a sad-looking puppy Song Huaixi.
Song Huaixi drooped his face, not angry, but said sullenly: "It is very ugly, the teacher also said so. I stopped writing after that."
Zhao Fangye was used to seeing him laughing so happily, so when he saw him looking so depressed, he frowned slightly.
Putting down the paper in his hand, Zhao Fangye took out a new piece of paper: "Come here."
Song Huaixi thought he wanted to write for her, so she moved a stool and sat closer.
Seeing him sitting next to him with a serious expression, Zhao Fangye helplessly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.
Song Huaixi had no place to sit, so she simply sat on Zhao Fangye's lap.
Zhao Fangye's body stiffened as he felt the warm touch on his legs. Song Huaixi was completely unaware of this and was eager to try, holding the brush on the table.
Zhao Fangye calmed down and put his arm around him from behind, holding his hand. He said in a low voice: "What do you want to write?"
Song Huaixi tilted his head and thought about it, and just wrote his own name. Now let Zhao Fangye write his name as well.
"Zhao Fangye." Song Huaixi said.
"Hmm?" Zhao Fangye thought he was calling him, and replied calmly: "What to write?"
Song Huaixi repeated: "Zhao Fangye!"
Zhao Fangye then realized that he meant to write his own name. An unknown emotion flashed across his pale eyes.
Then Zhao Fangye's hand slowly led Song Huaixi's hand to move the pen. Song Huaixi carefully felt the movement of the handwriting.
The pen stopped writing, and the three words "Zhao Fangye" lay quietly on the paper. His writing is elegant and sharp, just like Zhao Fangye himself.
"It's really beautiful!" Song Huaixi exclaimed sincerely: "Can you give it to me?"
"what ever."
Zhao Fangye let go of his hand, and his light-colored eyes moved slightly.
Looking at Song Huaixi's expression as if he was holding a treasure, a slight cracking sound came from somewhere in my heart. It's like something is about to sprout.
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