Chapter 17:

Literacy?
Xiao Heng said this before, saying that she would gradually learn to read and play cards.
But she didn't quite believe it.
Literacy and card-playing, what kind of talent would it be like, as far as Gu Suier’s memory is, it must be the young master in the inn to go to school to read, and it must be the old man’s wife in the town to play cards.
She didn't expect him to actually teach herself to read.
"I can't learn..." She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand: "I'm stupid, others say that..."
Xiao Heng raised his eyebrows, watching her lower her head, watching her thick and moist eyelashes trembling slightly.
He squeezed her hand tightly and didn't let go: "What else are you talking about?"
Gu Suier thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "It's silly to say that my head broke."
Xiao Heng stared at her head and looked at the black hair on it.
The hair was very smooth, black and shiny like fine satin. It was the first time he discovered that a girl's hair could be so beautiful, and it made people want to touch it.
Is this a broken head?
"How can I know if I don't try it?" His voice was light, but there was still room for change.
"But, I really can't..." She looked at the rice paper blankly.
She knew that Aunt Bao liked the young master of the innkeeper's house. There was this kind of paper in the young master's room. The young master took out a piece of paper, wrote Aunt Bao's name, and gave it to Aunt Bao.
Aunt Bao liked it too much, and she was flat on the table, unwilling to be touched.
She slept in the same room with Uncle Bao, and never touched the paper, but remembered that it was white and white.
And the paper on the table in front of me was whiter and better than that of Aunt Bao, and it was more expensive than that.
On that piece of rice paper, Xiao Heng's big white hand clasped his own hand tightly, and he didn't let go, so his hand was pressed on the rice paper.
She moved her fingers lightly and slid across the paper.
The touch is the same as she thought before, slippery.
She didn't expect her hands to be washed and mended to have a chance to touch such good paper.
"If it doesn't work, do it." After Xiao Heng said this, he ignored her refusal and handed a pen to her hand.
The well-made brush was placed in Gu Suier's hand, and Gu Suier suddenly seemed to be scalded, and she couldn't even hold it.
"Hold it like this, hook it with these three fingers, here...remember to use the virtual fist to straighten your wrists, and your fingers to be empty..."
Xiao Heng used both hands to help Gu Suier fiddle with the finger, and taught him, finally set the posture.
"Try to write a stroke."
Xiao Heng's big hand covered her hand forcefully, controlled the gesture with his own strength, and taught her to write stroke by stroke.
The first word written is: Gu.
The second word is: spike.
After teaching it three times, she finally held the pen a little bit before he let go.
"Sit here with your shoulders relaxed and try to practice a few more times."
With that said, Xiao Heng directly fetched a stack of rice paper.
"Practice every day and finish writing these papers."
"Ah, so many..."
Gu Suier looked at the stack of white and smooth paper, and couldn't believe that she would use so much paper.
This is much more money...
However, Xiao Heng misunderstood her, he thought she was afraid of tiredness.
"Wouldn't it be better for you to give people embroidering skills?"
"but I……"
She wanted to speak, but she was a little afraid, and looked at him timidly.
His eyes were like a frightened deer in the forest.
He looked at her like this, his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat, then stood up and walked to the bookshelf, but he seemed to say casually: "The old lady and the eldest lady are very good people, and all the sisters-in-law in the family are also easy to get along with. Yes, you don't have to be upset."
"Well, I got it."
She thought she probably understood what he meant.
He doesn't like him to be the actress for others.
When Xiao Heng heard her say this, he didn't speak any more. He pulled out a thread-bound book from the shelf, sat back next to the bookcase, and looked down there.
Seeing this, Gu Suier didn't say a word again, and practiced those two words with her head down.
Gu Sui, her name.
It is said that when she was born, when Mai Suier was just drawn out, her father gave her such a name.
When she filled up a piece of paper, her wrists were tired and painful, and the little tadpoles in her belly seemed to wake up and began to squirm in her belly.
In her posture, the little tadpole was uncomfortable and began to kick, she could even feel the little tadpole's fleshy buttocks arching back and forth.
Putting down the pen in her hand, she gently stroked her belly.
Xiao Heng raised his head and his eyes fell on her stomach.
"Are you going to get up and walk?"
"Hmm."
She couldn't ask for it, but in front of him, she didn't dare.
He was about to get up with difficulty while holding the table, but Xiao Heng came over, held her arm, and helped her up.
He supported her, walked out of the study, and walked around the yard.
Tian'er is really getting cold now. It doesn't rain and it is cold. Because he gave her the robe, his body is thin, but fortunately, he is not afraid of the cold.
The autumn wind has risen, blowing the bamboo forest in the corner of the yard, the bamboo forest is swaying, making a rustling sound.
Sui'er looked at the bamboo forest, but thought of the bamboo he embroidered, thinking about giving the handkerchief to the eldest girl, and then not embroidering again.
He doesn't like embroidering things by himself.
Xiao Heng held her hand and suddenly asked, "What happened to your hand?"
As he said, he stopped and put his hand in his palm to look.
In the autumn sun, those hands were almost transparent.
This is a pair of beautiful hands, but it is a pity that after years of hard work, there are some calluses on the fingertips, and even a needle eye is broken.
Gu Suier felt ashamed as she watched him staring at her hand intently, and was about to pull it back quickly.
But he was so strong, she still couldn't get it back.
"Before I was busy in the back kitchen of the inn, I had to do everything, and I had to go home to work when the farmer was busy..."
She explained in a low voice that her hands were rougher than his hands.
"What's the matter with the eye of the needle." He seemed to be really ignorant, and as if knowingly asked, stubbornly rubbing the place where she had been pierced by the needle with his fingertips.
"I... I got a needle accidentally myself."
His fingertips rubbed her, making her fingertips itchy. Her voice is very small, even smaller than a mosquito hum.
I knew in my heart that he didn't like to be a female celebrity and embroidered by himself, so it was extremely difficult to explain this.
Fortunately, he said nothing, holding her hand and continuing to walk around the yard.
There were not many people in the yard. Only the cleaning maid walked by occasionally, bowed respectfully to them, and then went to the bamboo forest to continue cleaning.
Originally, there were two guards, Jiang Zheng and Hu Tie, beside Xiao Heng, but now they don't see each other much.
So even though these two people, one wearing only a blouse and one with a big belly wrapped in a man's robe, no one dared to take another look.
Gu Suier now understands that this Hou Mansion is different from the countryside. In the countryside, there are people who chew on whatever you do, but in this Hou Mansion, it is the rules and status.
As a young master, he has a high status. He is right what he does. The subordinates dare not say a word, and dare not even laugh.
It was myself, who had entered the Hou Mansion before he had a big belly, but no one in the Hou Mansion felt that there was anything wrong from top to bottom. They all took it for granted, as if Gu Suier belonged to the third young master in the Hou Mansion. woman.
Now the young master leads her, even if she is stupid and stupid, even if she has a big belly before marrying, people around her will not laugh at her.
The eyes of autumn are warm but not dazzling, the wind in autumn is cool but not too cold, everything around is so comfortable and pleasant, even the verdant bamboos in and out of the yard look greener than usual, Gu Suier In this random thought, I also felt extremely comfortable.
She even thought it would be great if the life were to go on like this.
I couldn't help but look sideways at Xiao Heng who was next to him. He still had no expression on his face, his willow-like eyebrows were simple and powerful, and his nose looked very tall in the sun.
She suddenly remembered the two words he taught herself to write. At that time, he said, the dots are like peaches, and the strokes are like knives. She remembered the strokes he wrote on rice paper, really like a sharp knife.
And his ink eyebrows, like that sharp knife, are deep and clear, and the color is black, lining the ice jade skin, staring at it for a long time, you will feel trance in front of you, you will feel that he is a dream, in a dream The only ones.
This man does not belong to him, just as the young master in the inn cannot marry Baogu. But she was still fortunate to be able to stand beside such an outstanding man, which she had never expected before.
In the eyes of many folks, she is already a mistress who has entered the fairyland and has enjoyed a good life since then.
"looking at what?"
Gu Suier was so obsessed with thinking that she didn't know that she was looking at Xiao Heng with idiotic eyes.
"what……"
She woke up like a dream, her little mouth opened slightly in surprise.
"Do I look weird?"
Xiao Heng stared at her delicately shaped mouth, which opened slightly, bright red and moist.
"no no……"
She shook her head, shook her head hard, her eyes wide open with innocence.
The color in Xiao Heng's eyes darkened, his figure approached, and his head bowed slightly.
She looked at him blankly, her eyebrows like an ink knife, her eyes that looked like a cold pool, and her eyes getting closer and closer.
Everything is so close.
It was so close that the sky and the ground became blurred.
She couldn't tell whether it was desire or despair. She was almost strangled by the strong emotion. She couldn't breathe and couldn't speak.
Her heart was beating wildly.
She felt that something was about to happen, she couldn't stop it, and didn't want to stop it.
At this moment, I can't remember what Mother Ann said.
At this moment, she couldn't do anything, she could only look up at him as if she was welcoming her fate.
The man lowered his head, and his thin lips lightly brushed her cheek.
Many thoughts slipped through Gu Suier's heart at this moment, but she didn't even know what she was thinking, and in this chaos, she thought about a problem clearly.
His skin is like ice and jade, but it's not cold at all.
Wherever my lips go, there are sparks.