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Wei Wensheng couldn't help laughing at Xiao Mo's expression, he tightened his lips so as not to be too rude, smiled at Xiao Mo very gently, and then pointed to the pen in Xiao Mo's hand:

"I teach you."

Xiao Mo hurriedly reached out and handed the brush back to Wei Wencheng, but Wei Wensheng didn't go to pick up the brush in Xiao Mo's hand, but directly held Xiao Mo's extended hand, turned Xiao Mo around on the spot, and went to In the area in front of him, when Xiao Mo stabilized his figure, he realized that he was hugged by Wei Wencheng. At this moment, his back was pressing against Wei Wensheng's chest, and the two of them were standing close to each other on the table. before the case.

Without looking at the astonished expression that appeared on Xiao Mo's face for a moment, Wei Wensheng held Xiao Mo's hand holding the pen, dipped the pen in the inkstone, followed the edge of the pen, and then held Xiao Mo's hand, Write the word Wen Sheng on the paved white declaration.

Before Xiao Mo could react, Wei Wensheng had already let go of Xiao Mo's hand, but his chest was still pressed against Xiao Mo's back, inducing with a gentle tone:

"Come and try."

"try what?"

"As I taught you to write, you write my name again."

"Oh...Okay." Xiao Mo tightened the pen holder in his hand, and forgot to care about the posture between him and Wei Wensheng for a while.

Xiao Mo knew that his soft pen calligraphy was not good, but he wanted to write well in his heart, so his body and nerves were tense, and the handwriting he wrote was naturally ugly as before, and it still looked tight.

Subconsciously comparing his two characters with the two characters that Wei Wensheng taught him to write, Xiao Mo had a deep understanding of what it means to be ashamed.

"Look, I said I didn't write well..." Xiao Mo tilted his head, but forgot how close he was to Wei Wensheng at the moment, so when he turned around, the two of them were almost face to face, breathing continuously. each other's breath.

The atmosphere became more and more ambiguous, and Xiao Mo's first reaction was not embarrassment or even embarrassment, but a sudden thought: this guy...couldn't be one of the objectives of the mission! ?

Xiao Mo didn't react on the surface, but Wei Wensheng's body was a little stiff, and a faint red layer appeared on the base of his ears. To cover up, he coughed lightly:

"Hmm... It's really not satisfactory, but it's okay. I'll teach you to write a few times. After you master the strength of the pen, it may be much better."

As he spoke, he held Xiao Mo's hand and focused his attention on the pen tip and the rice paper.

Xiao Mo was a little absent-minded because of the sudden thought just now. Wei Wensheng took Xiao Mo to write his name four or five times, and his emotions gradually calmed down. Finally, he found Xiao Mo's absent-mindedness.

Wei Wencheng frowned slightly, then lowered his head, brushed Xiao Mo's ear, and asked in a low voice: "Have you learned it yet?"

Wei Wensheng's voice was not much louder than his breathing, and the hot breath was blown into Xiao Mo's ears, making Xiao Mo tremble uncontrollably, and instantly brought back his distracted mind.

"Have you learned...?" Xiao Mo felt that his answer was a joke, and he regretted it after answering, but the overwhelmed water was hard to stop, and this time it was really embarrassing.

Sure enough, Wei Wensheng laughed: "I'm asking you, why are you asking me back again, whether you have learned or not, you don't know in your heart?" He held Xiao Mo's hand tightly while speaking, and at the same time body got closer.

Finally realizing that the posture of the two of them is not right at the moment, Xiao Mo exerted a little force on the hand holding the pen, trying to break free from Wei Wensheng's hand:

"Then let go first, I'll try to write it myself, and see if it works or not."

Wei Wensheng did not hold onto Xiao Mo's hand, but slowly let go: "Okay, you write."

Xiao Mo: "..." Can you stay away from me?In that way, I might be able to write Gou Crawling characters a little better.

Since he just slipped away by himself, and didn't hear the writing essentials Wei Wensheng taught him at all, Xiao Mo wanted to follow the gourd, but after he finished writing, he found that what he wrote this time was not as good as the two words he wrote just now. Dog crawling characters, soft and limp, with no character at all.

Before Wei Wensheng was about to grab Xiao Mo's hand again and wanted to continue teaching Xiao Mo to write, Xiao Mo put down the brush very simply, then turned around next to Wei Wensheng, lowered his eyes and said:

"Sorry, I may have missed Mr. Wei's good intentions again. I don't have the talent to write."

"Call me Wen Sheng." With the posture of the two of them at this moment, Wei Wencheng could just see Xiao Mo's slender and slightly drooping eyelashes, and those slender tail eyelashes seemed to be able to scratch his heart, making him itchy .

Xiao Mo glanced away, and didn't want to call Wei Wensheng by his name directly as he wanted.

Wei Wensheng was not in a hurry for success, he had endured it for so many years, and now Xiao Mo no longer rejected him, which was enough for him to be ecstatic.

"Writing is good or bad has nothing to do with talent. Practicing calligraphy is something that requires long-term persistence. As long as you want, I can teach you how to write every day."

Tiantian...forget it!

Because Wei Wensheng didn't imprison Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo took a step aside and distanced himself from Wei Wensheng.

"Mr. Wei is an expensive person, how can I have the nerve to ask Mr. Wei to come and teach me how to practice calligraphy every day?"

Seeing the distance between Xiao Mo and him, Wei Wensheng felt a little regretful in his heart, but he said with a normal expression: "Compared to you, I am not expensive, and I am at home now, and I don't have much to do. Besides, I will teach you Practicing calligraphy, I don't find it troublesome at all, on the contrary, this is what I am most willing to do in my life."

Xiao Mo: "..." What should I say?what can I say?Well, I'd better not say anything.

As a result of the silence, Xiao Mo was forced by Wei Wensheng to practice calligraphy for a while.

Listening to books yesterday and practicing calligraphy today is actually a way of life that Xiao Mo longs for. Of course, if he is practicing calligraphy, the teacher should not always rely on him so close to perfection.

Fortunately, it was near noon, and the two practiced calligraphy for a while. He Bao asked Xiao Mo outside the door if he wanted to have lunch. Xiao Mo gave He Bao an affirmative answer without even thinking about it. In Wen Sheng's eyes, the darkness in Wei Wensheng's eyes involuntarily deepened a bit.

Xiao Mo usually couldn't eat much for breakfast, so he was very hungry at noon, and after politely letting Wei Wensheng pass, he began to eat on his own.

As the season is approaching the cold winter, most of the food Lingyuan prepares for the guests is meat, and it is difficult to see the blue color on the dining table. For Xiao Mo, who is a carnivore, he is actually very satisfied with this, but Wei Wensheng is obviously very satisfied with this. The braised pork, steamed meat and stewed meat on the table were not of much interest, and after a few mouthfuls, they stopped eating. Instead, they picked up vegetables for Xiao Mo with chopsticks.

Wei Wensheng discovered that Xiao Mo liked stewed soft tendons very much, a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes, and then picked up his chopsticks and gave Xiao Mo a pair of beef tendons that were cooked just right:

"Why do you like all these fishy things?"

Xiao Mo hummed: "In winter, mutton and beef are more conducive to providing heat for the body."

Wei Wensheng felt that Xiao Mo's words were novel, but at the same time he said casually: "Looking at your kind-hearted appearance, I thought you would be reluctant to eat small animals such as cattle and sheep."

Xiao Mo paused while eating: "It's the first time someone says I'm kind-hearted. Hearing you mention it, I feel quite guilty." He said with a chopstick of cumin mutton, feasting on it.

Wei Wensheng looked at Xiao Mo whose words and deeds were inconsistent, and was speechless for a while.

It can make a great talent feel speechless, but Xiao Mo still has a sense of accomplishment. After chewing and swallowing the cumin mutton in his mouth, he said with a smile:

"The king of Yonghe really spent a lot of money for the business of Lingyuan. He said before that cumin is hard to find in Jingguo. Now he can put some in a plate of fried mutton. Not to mention, the taste is really good. Mr. Wei, do you want to try it?"

Wei Wensheng followed Xiao Mo's words, and his eyes fell on the plate of cumin mutton. Wei Wensheng really wanted to tell Xiao Mo, just blindly seasoning, how can it be so expensive?However, he had to admit the fact that cumin was really hard to find in Jingguo.

Gong Xi was willing to let the kitchen use cumin to cook, but Wei Wensheng didn't think that Gong Xi was thinking about Ling Yuan's business, but it was definitely not for entertaining him. The relationship between him and Gong Xi can't be described in just one word. How could it be possible to entertain him with a condiment that is hard to come by?

But, it wasn't because of him, nor because of Lingyuan's business, what else could it be?

The chaotic thoughts were only for a moment, Wei Wensheng turned his eyes from the cumin mutton to Xiao Mo: "If you are kind enough, I will eat this mutton."

"Uh... what kind of hospitality?" Wasn't he showing hospitality just now?This speed is really difficult for him to grasp.

Wei Wensheng's lips curved slightly: "If you give me the meat, even if I don't like it, I can't throw the meat back."

Xiao Mo stared at Wei Wensheng, who had a straight expression and a calm tone, such a serious person, why did his words sound so out of tune!

"What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like this? Don't tell me you've always been unwelcome to me in your heart? Don't you want to give me hospitality? "

"No... I just think, I've used my chopsticks before, and I'll pick up food for you, in case you think it's dirty." The key is that the behavior of picking up food for each other is too ambiguous. Xiao Mo and Wei Wensheng get along well. The time added up didn't even reach a day, and he was not the kind of person who knew him by himself.

In view of the principle that the customer is the ancestor, after Xiao Mo finished explaining, he didn't do nothing. He got up and moved the whole plate of cumin mutton under Wei Wensheng's eyes, and said sincerely:

"I also hope that Mr. Wei will not blame me for my poor hospitality."

Wei Wensheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Follow me to copy a copybook later, and I won't blame you." Then, he picked up the plate of cumin mutton and put it in front of Xiao Mo, "Since it's what you like, Then eat more."

Xiao Mo looked down at the plate of "hot" cumin mutton, and thought that Wei Wensheng would teach him to write again later, so he felt that this meal was a little hard to swallow.

Xiao Mo, who was still eating a lot just now, wanted to procrastinate for some time, so he gave full play to his personal qualities in dining etiquette, tasted the taste slowly, chewed slowly, a lunch, usually a stick of incense time can solve the problem , let Xiao Mo eat for an hour.

Wei Wensheng also had a good temper, knowing that Xiao Mo was spending time there, he was not in a hurry or annoyed, and told Xiao Mo to eat slowly, with a gentle and doting look on his face, which made Xiao Mo tremble in his heart.