Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2677 Bandits (24)

Don't have a lazy and elegant charm.

It becomes a painting by itself, inadvertently.

Jiang Ning's work slowly stopped and looked at her quietly.

Looking at the script, she seemed to have noticed something, and looked up.

He immediately closed his eyes and continued to move.

A look of indifference.

Just soak in the wood and nothing else.

She held the scripture book and blinked slightly.

At this moment, the rain outside is quieter, but the wind is strong.

The cold wind slapped against the windows, rattling.

The icy rain hit the window eaves, dampening them.

The house was so quiet that the sound of rainwater slanting down by the window could be clearly heard.

There was a slight sound of planing wood, and she looked straight at him, tilting her head.

Finding nothing unusual, she turned her attention to the script again.

The blanket covering her legs was about to slip off, so she picked it up casually and brought it back straight away.

Covered up again, legs tucked in the blanket.

Continue to read quietly, without making noise.

Pretty good.

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Of course, she occasionally behaves badly.

If there is no story book to read, or if she can't find something interesting to do, she will be restless and come over.

Like a curious little fox, he leaned against his woodworking table, bent his elbows, and looked at him with his face lifted.

Incarnate into a hundred thousand whys.

"what is this?"

She pointed to the tool in his hand.

"A file."

"What is it for?"

"Filing wood."

"What about this?"

"chisel."

"What is it for?"

"Gouging, hollowing out, grooving, and shoveling wood."

"Is this a chisel too? They look alike."

"Ah."

"Will it be easy to scratch when you use it?"

"will not."

When Jiang Ning was doing carpentry, he would roll up his sleeves to reveal his beautiful and slender hands.

The complexion is cold and clear, and under the smudge of the indoor candlelight, it is as white as jade, with distinct roots.

Like the hands of gods and Buddhas who love all living beings, they should not appear here, but should appear on the temple where incense is worshipped.

Holding beads and chanting scriptures, you will not be stained with secular customs.

It's so good-looking, so good-looking that her attention will always be attracted.

She asked everything like a curious baby, staring at his hand without blinking.

Want to touch, want to kiss.

Jiang Ning put down the chisel, then went to get a soft ruler to measure and determine the size.

Slowly, slowly, she fell silent, quietly, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Jiang Ning drew a mark on the wooden block with ink and lead, and looked up.

Just looking at him, her clear peach blossom eyes met his and blinked.

"Can I learn?"

she asked suddenly.

It seems to be a whim.

He paused, "What?"

She pointed to the many tools in front of the stage, excitedly, "I also want to do carpentry, can you teach me?"

She watched him do it every day, maybe because he was too calm and capable, and all kinds of movements were smooth and smooth, giving people a feeling that anyone could do it.

It made her feel that this kind of fine carpentry work is not very difficult.

She wanted to try it, to pass the time.

"..." Jiang Ning's eyes fell on her callous-free hands, and she was silent for a while.

Afterwards, he said lightly: "No."

She was taken aback, "Why?"

"No, no, no, why?"

Unhurriedly, he swept the planed wood flowers aside.

"..." Yun Si stood up straight, crossed her arms, and did not give up, "When I finish my studies, I can help you."

(End of this chapter)