After being forced to marry by her stepmother, the Koi wife brings prosperity to the whole family

The night was beautiful, but the night was still bright.

Du Wanchun heard the call and turned back to look behind him.

The night was beautiful tonight, the silvery moonlight sprinkled on Zhou Ruiyuan like a thin layer of mist, making his skin as white and clear as jade.

"Husband, you haven't slept yet." Du Wanchun stood up slowly and walked to his side.

Zhou Ruiyuan put the long gown in his hand on her body and said softly: "It's cold at night, be careful not to catch a cold."

Although his outer gown was a simple gray cotton and linen cloth, it had a faint fragrance on it and was soft and tender in his hands.

Du Wanchun pulled her clothes up to her shoulders, and seeing the book on his knees, she asked hurriedly, "Will my husband continue to read outside tonight?"

Zhou Ruiyuan clenched the book in his hand, looked up at the stars outside, and nodded, "Well, you take a rest first, I'll go in later."

Du Wanchun did not leave. She curved her eyebrows and sat beside him, supporting her chin with both hands, looking at the stars in the sky together, and smiled, "I will read with my husband."

Zhou Ruiyuan turned his head to look at her, and saw the side face with a clear smile, his eyes were much softer than before, and said, "Can you read?"

Du Wanchun nodded, "My mother taught me when I was a child, but I haven't written for a long time, so I don't remember it very well."

Zhou Ruiyuan turned around and took out a pen from the table beside him and poured a glass of water, "I'll teach you."

Du Wanchun looked up at him, showing two dimples and smiled, "Really?"

Zhou Ruiyuan pushed the chair and slowly came to the table in the yard, put the pen and water in his hand on the table, "Come here."

Du Wanchun quickly got up and walked to the stone bench next to him, "Thank you, sir."

Zhou Ruiyuan dipped the brush in water and slowly wrote the three words "Du Wanchun" on the stone table.

Since their family moved to Changliu Village, they couldn't afford paper and ink, so they could only practice calligraphy on the stone with this rotten brush tip dipped in water.

The stone was gray and black, and the words written with water shone brightly under the moonlight.

Du Wanchun felt very magical, and quickly took the pen from Zhou Ruiyuan's hand and wrote his name stroke by stroke.

Maybe it's been a long time since I wrote, so the handwriting is crooked and looks ugly.

She held the pen in frustration and sighed, "My handwriting is so ugly."

"Don't worry, take your time." Zhou Ruiyuan came behind her and stretched out his hand to gently hold her hand holding the pen.

His hand was very large and warm, holding the pen and wrapping Du Wanchun's small hand in it.

Du Wanchun stared at his hand blankly, a burst of warmth came from the back of his hand, and her fingertips touched the softness of his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally.

"Follow my hand and write one stroke at a time." Zhou Ruiyuan said in her ear, and the warm breath gently fell on her ear, itchy, and there was a tingling feeling all over her body.

Du Wanchun was a little absent-minded for a while, letting him hold her hand and write on the stone table. When she reacted, the words had been written.

Zhou Ruiyuan looked at her and asked softly, "Can you write it?"

Du Wanchun quickly came back to her senses and nodded, "Yes."

After hearing this, Zhou Ruiyuan was ready to withdraw his hand.

Du Wanchun said again, "Husband, can you teach me to write your name?"

"My name?" Zhou Ruiyuan asked.

Du Wanchun nodded, "Yes, your name."

"Okay, I'll teach you." Zhou Ruiyuan bent down and held her hand again, writing the word Zhou stroke by stroke.

Zhou Ruiyuan's handwriting was very beautiful, upright and majestic, and his writing style was obviously higher than that of ordinary scholars.

Du Wanchun studied very hard and engraved every stroke in his heart.

When she wrote the last word, Du Wanchun couldn't help but turn her head to look at Zhou Ruiyuan beside her.

They were very close, and Du Wanchun could even count the long eyelashes.

"Have you learned it?" Zhou Ruiyuan held her hand and turned his head to look at her.

The two looked into each other's eyes, their noses touching, and they were so close that it seemed as if they could take one more step forward and their lips would touch.