The husband who crosses is so good

After dinner, Ye Chengxiao began to teach Ye Jinyan how to write, and Lu Yu followed suit.

Full of ambition and confidence, Lu Yu felt that he would definitely be able to learn to write these traditional characters at once.

After all, modern people can do everything!

Lu Yu is so confident.

However, there may be greater disappointment in the result if there is much hope, and there may be a stronger gap in the result if there is sufficient confidence.

Dumbfounded, unbelievable, are you kidding me?My calligraphy is so ugly!Even a little girl of a few years old can't compare!

Lu Yu looked at the calligraphy written by herself in front of her, looking overly frightened, her eyes were really as big as copper bells.

He is a 23-year-old modern person who can't even hold a brush well, and his handwriting can't even compare with Ye Jinyan!

Ye Chengxiao saw Lu Yu's discouraged look of being completely petrified by him, and he wanted to laugh but couldn't bear to laugh. He put his fist against his mouth and coughed twice before walking towards Lu Yu as if nothing had happened. Behind him, he grabbed Lu Yu's right hand and began to teach him to write calligraphy stroke by stroke.

Lu Yu didn't react at first, and was still in a daze. Later, he felt the temperature coming from his right hand and back, and then he woke up completely.

Brother Xiao actually taught me how to write!

At this time, Lu Yu completely forgot about the frustration just now, and now she is in a good mood, feeling happy and sweet, and her heart starts to speed up to 120 miles uncontrollably.

What kind of experience is it like to be taught to write by the person you like next to your back?

Lu Yu just felt that at this moment, he seemed to be in the clouds, floating like a celestial being, and even a little delirious.

There is no way to calm down and focus on writing, only my mind is full of imagination, ready to move, and my face is blushing and my legs are weak.

The smell of dopamine is in the air now, passionate, intense and dizzy.

Lu Yu hurriedly stabilized her mind, squatted down slightly and immediately got out of Ye Chengxiao's arms.

He stood beside him holding his hot cheeks in his hands and took a long, deep breath.

Lu Yu felt that his brain could not function at all, and urgently needed the smell of phytoncide to wake him up.

Ye Chengxiao on the side was also a little stunned, but he didn't expect Lu Yu's reaction to be so strong. He didn't feel any unusual smell in the air, he just felt that the atmosphere was very warm and wonderful.

Now that he saw this shy look that he wanted to get into the cracks in the ground, he finally understood. It was rare for him to grin brightly and happily.

My daughter-in-law is indeed the cutest in the world.

Lu Yu said fiercely: "Why are you laughing, don't laugh!" But the blush on his face has not faded, and now this angry and somewhat annoyed look is more vivid, lovely and attractive.

After hearing this, Ye Chengxiao coughed and stopped laughing: "Well, don't laugh, little fool."

Seeing that Lu Yu didn't speak after hearing this, Ye Chengxiao just hummed with puffed cheeks.

He continued: "Are you not angry? Let's continue practicing calligraphy."

"You practice calligraphy with Jinyan, I'll go out and see if the water is ready." Lu Yu quickly ran out of the room after throwing down a sentence.

Oh.

Ok.

Lu Yu thought that she couldn't lose to Ye Jinyan, a little girl who was only a few years old, so she continued to pick up the brush and start writing.

But after writing a few pages, he looked back at Ye Jinyan's writing and found that he still lost.

The handwriting written by Ye Jinyan is already neat and well-proportioned.

And his handwriting is still crooked and messy.

Lu Yu curled her lips, and didn't want to waste paper anymore, after all, paper is really expensive.

Practicing calligraphy or something is not suitable for me at all.

No one is perfect, I am really only suitable for making money.

Lu Yu propped his head on his left hand, with a brush in his mouth, thinking a little depressed.