Vol 2 Chapter 1052: Lonely and General's Battle Cloak (31)

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The crowd shouted and ran to the back of the corner wall, trying to stretch their necks and staring at them.
If you feel it, you stop the steps and squat, and the generals are scared to shrink their necks, endure the curiosity of the cat's claws, and reluctant to escape.
He was satisfied with the return, looking at the girl who was still ignorant and still practicing.
The color is soft and soft.
She is really small, not only age, appearance and height. Xu is because her health is not good. Now she is sixteen years old, she is a little thinner than her peers.
Not to mention the slim waist, he can almost ring with both hands, and easily lift her up.
She was immersed in the silver hook and iron painting on the copybook. She did not notice the man's arrival. She concentrated on the practice until the light and shadow in the window blocked the words on the copybook. She only frowned and looked up.
"Hey? General?" She was a glimpse first, then a surprise smile, "General, when did you come over?"
He held the window with one hand, and leaned forward slightly toward her, almost entering from the window: "Thinking" is about to turn around, leaving this sketch, writing too warm."
The sound is magnetic and dumb, it sounds like a chilly cold, but in the depths it is soft and soft, and it is so intoxicating.
Two different feelings, but just the right combination.
The little girl licked her lips and smiled. A pair of clear round apricots were also full of smiles. She whispered: "Is not written alone, I am practicing."
The sound is light but tough.

It takes a long time to practice the word. If you want to write it, you will be very tired.

Her eyebrows bent: "I am not afraid, I want to study hard."
"How do you learn?"
"Lonely practice yourself."
"I practiced myself, if it is wrong, but I have to take a long detour."
"That alone can only practice on its own, no one will teach orphans."
He asked: "Why?"
The girl looked up a little strangely, as if she couldn’t understand why he didn’t understand such a simple truth and explained:
Because they are afraid of the cloud, the cloud will not let them teach the lonely, no one will dare to teach the lonely.

The smile in the eyes of the man is getting stronger: "So, because those people are afraid of Yun Zong, can't teach you?"
"Yeah." She said with distress, "I want to learn alone, not only calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry, but also martial arts strategies and historical episodes. But those who are willing to be afraid of Yun Zong, do not dare to teach orphans; Not good at these."
He said: "But there is one person who will not be afraid of Yun Chong and dare to teach him."
The girls’ eyes were brightened by surprise, and they eagerly said,
Who is it? I am going to find him!

He did not answer, but also chuckled and asked: "If you know who it is, do you want to go to the teacher to study immediately?"
"of course!"
He laughed loudly, jumped out of the window with a window sill, and in her exclamation, reached out and grabbed her waist, letting her back against his chest and the other hand holding her right hand.
She heard her heartbeat, her cheeks seemed to be hot, and behind him was his hot chest. His breath surrounded her and filled with the strong desire of men to invade.
He took her with a pen and on the paper, rewrote the word "think" of the next silver hook and iron painting.
"Not only calligraphy painting, poetry and poetry, but also martial arts-level strategies, historical episodes, these ministers, and the ministers are not afraid of Yun Zong. Chen does not have to call down ‘Master,’ and shouting a brother is enough.