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Li Miao didn't know Su Mingxuan's decision, Li Miao just wanted to prove that he really thought Su Mingxuan was good to him.

So, he opened his eyes wide, looked at Su Mingxuan sincerely, and explained: "Young master is so kind to me, and even taught me to write with his own hands. I told my brother, but my brother was surprised, and asked me if I really taught me to write with my own hands." Woolen cloth."

Hearing what he said, Su Mingxuan remembered the matter of learning calligraphy. He said that he taught Li Miao personally, but he was just guiding Li Miao. If Li He didn't mention it, he really didn't expect to teach and correct the children by himself. question.

While stroking Li Miao's hair, Su Mingxuan answered him, thinking that he must teach Li Miao well after returning home: "Well, your brother's question makes sense."

His thoughts had drifted away, and he didn't even know that his answer was wrong.

Li Miao talked happily to himself, but didn't find any questions in his answer.

The two went home all the way. In the afternoon Su Mingxuan checked the accounts, and Li Miao practiced calligraphy by his side.

Su Mingxuan kept busy, and when it was time for dinner at night, he was dragged by Li Miao to eat.

The food tonight was exceptionally delicious, so Su Mingxuan used more, and after eating now, he stood up and realized that he was overwhelmed.

He took Li Miao to walk around in the yard, after a few laps, he remembered that Li Miao hadn't finished practicing those big characters, so he took Li Miao back to the study.

Li Miao obediently practiced calligraphy on the desk, while Su Mingxuan stood aside and watched, he saw something was wrong, and immediately corrected it, which also gave him a taste of the joy of being a teacher.

Li Miao worked hard, but at this age, he hadn't used a brush for many years. He used to pick up a branch to draw on the ground, so it was hard to pick up a brush at this time.

Li Miao has been practicing handwriting for more than a month, but the handwriting she writes is still not elegant enough, and there are no water chestnuts, let alone a strong character.

But Su Mingxuan only wanted him to know some words, so he didn't deliberately correct him.

Looking at it now, Su Mingxuan feels that he still doesn't care enough to love Li Miao, or else he has the idea of ​​passing by, he should train Li Miao to be even better.

Thinking like this, Su Mingxuan took a step forward, hugged Li Miao from behind, and together with Li Miao's smaller hand, took the brush in Li Miao's hand.

Li Miao was so focused on practicing calligraphy that he almost punctured the rice paper because of his sudden suddenness.

A little bit of ink was smeared on the paper, Su Mingxuan's chest pressed against his back, and the slightly warm body temperature gradually passed over.

Li Miao was so nervous that he could even hear the beating of his heart. He didn't know if it was his heartbeat or Su Mingxuan's heartbeat that was close to his back.

Intense, fiery, as if it could devour people, Li Miao's heartbeat speed has never been seen before.

His cheeks were flushed, and his whole body seemed to be on fire, from his toes to the roots of his ears.

Su Mingxuan is a serious person, and he is still correcting Li Miao's way of holding the pen: "The finger grip is wrong, the third finger should be here."

He said something, and used his left hand around Li Miao to straighten the right hand they were holding.

Su Mingxuan's voice was right next to his ears, his voice was low and serious, and Li Miao blushed and his heart beat when he heard it.

Su Mingxuan took him hand in hand like this, leading him to practice all the big characters stroke by stroke.

When Su Mingxuan realized how ambiguous their posture was, Li Miao's face turned red like a tomato.

Li Miao didn't dare to look up at him, so she hurriedly pushed him away and said: "My lord, go to bed early", then turned around and ran away.

Su Mingxuan stood there, a little confused, why did the child run away, could it be that he was really sleepy?

He glanced at the sky outside, and the moon had already disappeared into the clouds, covering his face like a shy person.

Su Mingxuan thought about it, and finally felt that the child might just be sleepy. It's almost midnight now, and he should be sleepy.

Thinking so, he also lifted his feet out of the study and returned to the bedroom.

After Li Miao ran back to the room and quickly closed the door, his face was flushed, his heart was beating fast, and he was a little at a loss.

After sitting on the bed for a long time, I didn't feel sleepy and even went out for a couple of laps when I was awake.

Thinking of the matter of pushing the young master away just now, he was still a little embarrassed, took off his clothes and lay on the bed, he hugged the quilt and rolled around for several times before calming down.

Li Miao stared at the top of the bed tent, tangled for a while and then closed his eyes: "Sleep and sleep, I have to go out with you tomorrow morning."

He originally wanted to get up early tomorrow and explain to Young Master how he pushed him away, but after this night, he was too ashamed to see Young Master, and he didn't even dare to share a room with Young Master.

That night, Li Miao had an extremely chaotic dream. In the dream, he was embracing someone. The two kissed and touched each other, just like the picture album he accidentally saw in the library last time.

At the end of the dream, Li Miao saw the appearance of that person clearly. When the person pressed on him and leaned over to kiss him, it was exactly the same as the gentle and tender face of his young master.

In the early morning of the next day, Li Miao's pants were wet, and he, who was not familiar with human affairs, thought he wet the bed and almost cried.