There is a white bone spirit in the village

Chapter 41

Lin Jiao followed Yang Jingxuan, he moved his finger and poked a word to read, she also read one, listening to his annotations while following.After repeating the first page several times, Yang Jingxuan saw that she could read it almost fluently, so he pointed a few at random, only one word was mispronounced, and the rest were correct, and he could probably explain the meaning when he asked her, so he couldn't help but praise in surprise: "Chunjiao, you're so smart. I remember the first day I entered school when I was young, and my husband hit the palm of my hand with a ruler because I couldn't remember the words on this page well the next day."

Lin Jiao said modestly: "Where, where. You are the master who taught me well. Besides, I read this page before, so the rest probably won't be so fast." Seeing her good attitude, Yang Jingxuan praised her very much, slightly She nodded and said, "It has nothing to do with what I teach. It's because you have such an attitude, you can learn anything." Lin Jiao hurriedly humbled again, and when the humility was over, seeing that he was about to turn the page and continue, she didn't really want to be his Good student, he quickly took it and said, "Uncle Jingxuan, did that gentleman of yours really hit your palm with a ruler? Didn't it hurt to death? You are still so young, why is he so cruel!"

Yang Jingxuan saw that she opened her eyes wide and looked at him asking cutely, so he laughed and said: "I can't learn well, so I deserve to be beaten. Reading is nothing more than a slap on the palm of the hand, it's nothing, it's only good to get beaten when practicing martial arts." Woolen cloth."

Lin Jiao acted scared, and shrank a little, Yang Jingxuan looked at her puzzled, Lin Jiao said: "I want to stay away first, what if I'm stupid and can't learn, and you also hit my palm? I fear pain."

Yang Jingxuan was provoked into laughing again, and said, "Why would I hit you? Let's read another page, and it's almost done tonight. You can't chew too much. You're just starting out, so take your time."

Seeing that he was about to turn the page and start again, Lin Jiao hurriedly interrupted: "Uncle Jingxuan, I envy those who can write. Anyway, I have already read a page, can you teach me to write first?"

Yang Jingxuan glanced at her, saw that she was looking at him expectantly, there was no reason why she should not, and said: "Okay. Then write the page you just learned. I will write it for you first, and you pay attention to my words." Stroke order."

Lin Jiao hurriedly moved the pen, ink, paper and inkstone to him, and rubbed out the ink for him. Seeing him smile, she dipped the pen into the ink, and slowly wrote the first few words on the spread paper. Fangzheng gave a heartfelt admiration: "Uncle Jingxuan, your writing is really good, just like that dragon flying phoenix dancing!"

Yang Jingxuan's handwriting, as he himself knew, was nothing but mediocre, not really good.Listening to her random praise now, I couldn't help laughing and said: "Flying and flying is used to describe cursive script, that's not how it is used."

Lin Jiao stuck out the tip of her tongue slightly and said, "Yes, I used it wrong. Fortunately, you taught me."

Yang Jingxuan felt that she was extremely cute like this, smiled and shook his head slightly, and said, "Try to write it for me."

Lin Jiao snorted, took the brush from his hand and was about to write, but Yang Jingxuan hurriedly stopped him and said, "No, your posture for holding the pen is wrong." As she spoke, she demonstrated with her bare hands, Lin Jiao tried her best to move, but her finger was not in the right position. There was something wrong all the time, I saw Yang Jingxuan was anxious, seeing that there was no pen on the pen holder, only this one in her hand, I guess she thought it was too expensive and reluctant to buy more, thinking that next time I would bring one myself, this time...hesitating Squeezed, and finally stretched out his hand, put Lin Jiao's fingers in the correct position, and immediately let go.He let go of his hand, but the warm and soft feeling when he touched her hand still seemed to remain on his fingertips, he couldn't help rubbing his fingers on the palm of his hand slightly, and only then did the strange feeling go away.

Lin Jiao earnestly imitated his handwriting and wrote a line of characters, but she scrambled crookedly like a snake crawling like a snake. After finishing writing, seeing Yang Jingxuan looking at him with a smile and not saying a word, she bit her lower lip angrily, threw away the pen and said: " I write so ugly, you are laughing at me, I will stop writing!"

Her handwriting is ugly and there is no need to pretend, it is at the real level, but some strokes are deliberately reversed.Hearing her complaint, Yang Jingxuan didn't dare to laugh any more, and hurriedly comforted him: "It's the first time you wrote like this, it's not bad. It's just that some of the strokes are wrong. Remember what I just taught, first horizontal and then vertical, and first stroke and then stroke. You Watch me write it again." He took the pen she dropped just now, wrote it again squarely next to the words she had written, handed the pen to her again and said, "Try again."

Lin Jiao dawdled and finished writing the second time, when suddenly there was a knocking sound outside, it was already the end of the day.

Yang Jingxuan was startled that the time passed quickly.It was late at night at the end of Haishi.Although she was still a little unfulfilled and reluctant to leave, she also knew that it was not good to stay. Just as she was about to say that she was here first, Lin Jiao said, "Uncle Jingxuan, teach me to write my name again. I have thought about it a long time ago."

Seeing her high spirits, Yang Jingxuan couldn't bear to refuse, so he picked up a pen and wrote the word Chunjiao again.

Lin Jiao tilted her head and looked at it for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"

Yang Jingxuan pointed and said: "Spring is the beginning of the four seasons, when all things are flourishing, the meaning of tenderness..."

He hesitated, looked at the woman beside him who was looking at him curiously, the thought of "just like you" flashed in his mind, but he couldn't say it out, thought for a while, and changed his way: "Jiao means good." .”

Lin Jiao said happily: "It turns out that my name means good. I'll write it down." As she spoke, she took the pen from his hand, and wrote the Chinese characters chun crookedly. He pouted and said fiercely: "There are so many strokes, it's too difficult to write! I can't write by myself! Uncle Jingxuan, teach me, I must learn it, if I don't learn it, I won't sleep at night!"

Seeing her ruthless look, Yang Jingxuan smiled.This delicate character has a lot of strokes, which is really difficult for a beginner like her.After a little hesitation, he got up and walked behind her, gently wrapped her hand holding the pen, and said, "I'll teach you. Just follow my strokes twice and you'll be fine."

Yang Jingxuan held Lin Jiao's hand, stood behind her and bent down, slowly leading her to write with his wrist.It was okay when I wrote it the first time, but when I wrote it for the second time at her request, I suddenly smelled a warm fragrance floating from bottom to top, subconsciously looked down, and my eyes fell on her two rows of black on the eyelashes.The distance between the two is so close that he can even count them one by one.Probably because she was concentrating on writing, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips were slightly pursed.This made him think of last night again, it was this red lip that stuck to him, making him fascinated and unable to hold himself...

Yang Jingxuan's calmness as a model teacher that he had successfully maintained just now disappeared instantly.Immediately holding her breath, she only cast her eyes on the black and white words in front of her, and the palm of her hand that covered the back of her hand suddenly felt like a worm was biting.Finally finished writing the last stroke of Jiaozi, exhaled, and was about to let go and stand up straight when Lin Jiao suddenly turned her head and looked up at him with a bright smile: "Uncle Jingxuan, I know my name. You can also teach me to write your name. Want to learn."

Yang Jingxuan was stunned for a moment, seeing that Lin Jiao had turned around and was sitting upright, so he could only slowly bend down again, holding her hand while holding his breath, teaching him to write stroke by stroke.

"Respect...Xuan..."

After writing the last stroke, Lin Jiao read it slowly as if carelessly.

Yang Jingxuan was standing behind her just now, when he saw his name being slowly written stroke by stroke from the two hands clasped together, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, and now he heard her read out his name again. name.

This was the first time he heard his name being pronounced with such a soft voice and a charming tone.Suddenly, it felt like a warm wind was blowing across the whole heart, and there was a slight feeling of drunkenness.A moment ago, she was uneasy because of the touching of the palms and backs of their hands, and she just wanted to finish writing early and let go of her hands, but now in her heart, she suddenly longed for such a moment, reluctant to let go of her hand just like that.

"Uncle Jingxuan, don't you still have a nickname? Also teach me how to write, okay? You can go after you learn it."

Lin Jiao read his name once, then raised her face and turned to look at him and begged.

Yang Jingxuan smiled slightly, picked up the pen, then leaned over to dip the ink in the inkstone at the front of the table, turned around and was about to hold her hand and write again, but his eyes accidentally passed a few inches below her neck, and his whole body was in a state of panic. Stiff, his hand shook slightly, and the saturated ink dripped from the tip of the pen onto the paper.

Because of leaning over, he actually saw a scene from above that he shouldn't have seen - when the skirt was pulled by her body and arms to form a crease, it couldn't hide the snow that should have been wrapped underneath, although After only a glimpse, it was blocked again.But at the moment just now, the semi-exposed milky white bumps that seemed to be coated with a layer of glossy glaze, and the deep grooves between the bumps outlined by the lights on the table, hit his eyes hard like a hammer, without a trace. It pierced straight to his heart.His heart beat like thunder, and his palms were sweaty and slippery.

"Uncle Jingxuan, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that he was not moving, Lin Jiao turned around and looked up at him again, so Yang Jingxuan caught a glimpse of that glazed snow mark again out of the corner of his eye.It was only then that he realized that although her skirts were tightly wrapped, every time she turned around and turned around, she would incompetently lose the spring light on her chest due to the traction of her body.It's just that I didn't realize it the first few times.

Yang Jingxuan didn't dare to look any more, he felt his whole body was hot and his throat was dry, so he quickly raised his eyes.A certain part of the body seemed to be awakened in an instant, and it swelled and raised its head uncontrollably.

Playing hard to get, Zhang Chi Youdao, although this is the art of war, it is the same with men and women.So apart from Lin Jiao making persistent efforts to play the little white flower to let him teach herself to write their names, taking the opportunity to draw the two closer from the bottom of her heart, Lin Jiao actually didn't intend to continue the seduction last night.She is not in a hurry, anyway, this man has already marked her mark, and the days to come will be long.If my niece and daughter-in-law are too anxious, it will be easy to scare away the uncle.Now I look back and see him standing stiffly holding a brush in his hand, his eyes are staring at the opposite wall, his face is slightly flushed, and a thin layer of sweat seems to be dripping on his forehead. The tea that fell on the ground was drunk first, so she stood up from the stool, reached for the teapot on the table far away, and wanted to pour another cup for him, her buttocks naturally leaned back with her body movements, and pushed it in front of him , not only collided, but also fitted seamlessly into one place.

Both of them froze.

In August, the clothes are still very thin.Although this collision and embedding is short-lived, the strength and the heat of each other's bodies transmitted through the clothes are enough to make both of them clearly feel the other's body which is completely different from their own.One is as hard as iron and ready to come out, and the other is soft and soft in the hollow of the leg.An indescribable embarrassment and ambiguity quickly ignited between the touching bodies of the two like a flame.

It is said that a man responds to the outside world and stimuli a little faster than a woman...so his reaction is a little faster than himself...so when he backed away like a scalding iron, she kept her hips slightly The ridiculous posture of pouted... She didn't realize it until he turned his back hastily, and quickly pulled off his dress, turned around and stood upright.But it's too late. In the end, this is the posture she keeps alone, how stupid she looks!Although she has been deliberately seducing him, she swears that she didn't do it on purpose this time, really not!If she had known this would happen, she might as well have designed it in advance, and the scene would never end up so ugly...

Lin Jiao finally leaned against the edge of the table, pressing her perverted buttocks hard against the edge of the table, staring at his frozen back, thinking like this without exception.

(End of this chapter)