Love the disabled husband alone

Chapter 9

"Well, if you don't want me to press it for you, let Yanqing do it for you, and I will teach him how to do it, but you have to listen to me when and how long to press, okay?"

"Okay." Yuan Zhixuan answered quite quickly this time.

So, Wang Yan called Yan Qing over, carefully demonstrated to him how to press, and told him that every morning and afternoon each hour, Yan Qing knew that it was for the benefit of her young master, and she also learned it very seriously. Wang Yan's modern There are a lot of acupoint elements in the massage techniques. Such a demonstration made Yan Qing feel that she is not simple. She didn't have any hope before, but now she has begun to look forward to it. Yuan Zhixuan and Wang Yan didn't let him idle, he just couldn't move his legs , not the hand, let him press it when he is free, and stipulate how long he must be exposed to the sun every day, saying that it is to supplement trace elements. Of course they do not understand this modern vocabulary. Wang Yan only explained that it is for him. In good health, the two of them stopped talking and nodded their heads as a response to her.

Wang Yan knew that to restore Yuan Zhixuan's confidence, a few words from her alone were not enough, and his legs might not be able to recover. The daily massage was just to prevent muscle atrophy, and she didn't care about the rest. Dare to promise, after all, this is not modern times, so another way to restore his confidence is to let him discover his own value and let him know that he still has something better than others.

And his knowledge can be said to be a place that can be used, so, after Yuan Zhixuan had a rest in the afternoon, Wang Yan happily ran to the study to ask him to teach him calligraphy and word recognition.

"You can't read?" Yuan Zhixuan was surprised. In the morning, he thought Wang Yan was just talking casually. After all, she chatted with her every day these days, and her speech and behavior didn't look like illiterate.

"Uh, how should I put it, I can read, but not much, and my handwriting is not very good, so, that, hehe..." Wang Yan smiled. When I was studying, I hated classical Chinese the most. In the first exam, she was very good at classical Chinese, and she basically got a point.

"Then, write something for me." Yuan Zhixuan pointed to the Four Treasures on the desk and asked Wang Yan to write.

"Okay." Wang Yan walked in and saw the high-quality rice paper, brushes and so on. Although she didn't understand, she also knew that the things he used should not be ordinary things. After thinking about it, she saw a book next to it. The book, there is a 'war' on it, so I wrote it out,

"All right."

"..." Yuan Zhixuan stretched his head to look at the big words on the rice paper, his lips were tightly closed.

"How is it?" Wang Yan looked up, feeling okay.

"Uh..." Yuan Zhixuan looked at Wang Yan's expectant eyes, and organized his words in his heart, thinking not to hurt her self-confidence, because what she wrote was really better than her for children who had just studied for two years.

"For a beginner, it's fine."

"Really?" Wang Yan smiled, "Hehe, so I'm pretty talented, right? Fortunately, I'm not ugly. I've decided to practice hard in the future, hehe"

Yuan Zhixuan bowed her head, she was really - optimistic.

"Hee Hee Zhixuan"

"What, what are you doing?" Yuan Zhixuan stuttered at the magnified face that suddenly appeared in front of him, not daring to meet Wang Yan's bright eyes. He found that Wang Yan's eyes were the brightest eyes he had ever seen. why?

"Zhixuan, I will learn from you in the future, you are my master, you have to teach me." Wang Yan smiled fawningly while pulling Yuan Zhixuan's arm.

"En." Master, that's fine, Yuan Zhixuan nodded to hide the disappointment in his heart.

"Acridine, you are so kind, haha" Wang Yanle, but forgot that she still had a writing brush in her hand, and if she was not careful, there was an extra mark on her face.

"Puff..." Yuan Zhixuan looked carefully, the line was on the left corner of the mouth, like a beard, and it was a bit funny on Wang Yan's face.

"Uh..." Although there is no mirror, Wang Yan also knows that her face is very funny, and her face is also a little embarrassed. Seeing Yuan Zhixuan laughing, suddenly, he became interested, and while he was not paying attention, he stretched out his hand, Very quickly, he drew a mustache on the left and right of his face.

"Ah——" Yuan Zhixuan didn't expect Wang Yan to make a sudden movement, and he froze there for a while.

And Wang Yan looked at Yuan Zhixuanjun's face with a little husky, coupled with his dumbfounded look, suddenly remembered the little Japan he often watched on TV, and immediately thought it was funny, and laughed,
"Haha...hehe..."

"This is called sharing blessings and suffering together, you know, haha"

"Share the blessings, share the troubles?" Yuan Zhixuan repeated silently, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression looked a little confused.

"Alas—" Wang Yan waved her hand in front of him, bringing him back to his senses, "I said, don't you be distracted all day long, okay? A big man behaves like a literary young man, with a bitter face all day long." , you have a handsome face, you have to show a sad and sad look, it's so sore."

"What's a literary young man?" Yuan Zhixuan looked at her strangely, sometimes he couldn't understand what she said.

"Uh, it's the kind of person who works all day long, or the kind of person who just shakes his head and practice a few lines of poetry to show off his talent."

"Don't you like it? Girls, don't they all like talented men?" Yuan Zhixuan saw another special thing about her.

"I don't have so much connotation. If there is a man practicing poetry in front of me all day, I will be depressed to death." Wang Yan laughed, and felt cold when thinking of that scene. She just came out to read the teacher's song or something. Every time there was such an activity, she ran faster than anyone else. Probably because of this she chose a rational profession like a doctor, because she is not an emotional person in her bones.

"Oh."

The two had another conversation and quarreled for a while, seeing ink stains on the faces of both parties. Later, Wang Yan fetched water to wash it off, and then began to formally pick up the pen. Yuan Zhixuan also taught her seriously, What posture, what precautions, Wang Yan realized that there are so many precautions when writing with a brush, it seems that it is really not easy.

The days went on in such a simple and happy way. Every morning, I would bask in the sun and chat with Yuan Zhixuan in the small courtyard. Yanqing would give him a massage. In the afternoon, the two of us would read books, practice calligraphy, or play chess in the study, and it passed in a blink of an eye. For a month, Wang Yan almost forgot that she was a modern person. She had become a habit from being homesick from time to time, as if she had really lived a hermit life. Sometimes Wang Yan even thought that if she lived a lifetime I can't even go back, so it's fine to just live here for the rest of my life, and the relationship with Yanqing and Yuan Zhixuan has improved unknowingly. If they still treated her as a guest at the beginning, then they treat her now. Treating her as a friend and as a family member, this feeling is very good, at least it makes her not feel lonely, and she will not have the fear of being alone in this other world.

(End of this chapter)