When Du Wanchun heard the call, he turned sideways and looked behind him.
The night is so beautiful tonight. The silver-white moonlight shines lightly on Zhou Ruiyuan's body like a thin layer of mist, making his skin as white as jade.
"Ms. sir, you're not asleep yet." Du Wanchun slowly stood up and walked to his side.
Zhou Ruiyuan put the gown in his hand on her body and said softly: "It's windy at night, so be careful of catching a cold."
Although his coat is a simple gray cotton and linen coat, it has a faint fragrance and is soft and soft in his hands.
Du Wanchun pulled his clothes over his shoulders, saw the book on his knees, and asked quickly: "My husband, will you continue to read outside the house tonight?"
Zhou Ruiyuan clenched the book in his hand, looked up at the stars outside the room, and nodded, "Well, you rest first, I'll go in later."
Du Wanchun did not leave. She arched her eyebrows and sat next to him. She supported her chin with her hands and looked at the stars in the sky together. She smiled and said, "I will read with my husband."
Zhou Ruiyuan turned his head to look at her, and when he saw the side face with a clear smile, his eyes were much softer than before, and he said, "Are you literate?" ?.?????.???
Du Wanchun nodded, "My mother taught me when I was a child, but I haven't written for a long time, so I don't remember much."
Zhou Ruiyuan turned around and took out a pen from the table beside him, poured a glass of water, "I'll teach you."
Du Wanchun looked up at him, showing his two little pear dimples and said with a smile: "Really?"
Zhou Ruiyuan slowly pushed the chair to the table in the courtyard, put the pen and water in his hand on the table, "Come here."
Du Wanchun quickly stood up and walked to the stone bench where he sat next to him, "Thank you, sir."
Zhou Ruiyuan dipped his brush in water and slowly wrote the words Du Wanchun on the stone table.
Since their family moved to Changliu Village, they couldn't afford paper and ink, so they could only practice calligraphy on rocks with a rotten pen dipped in water.
The stone is gray-black, and the words written with water gleam under the moonlight.
Du Wanchun felt it was very magical. He quickly took the pen from Zhou Ruiyuan and wrote his name one stroke at a time.
Maybe I haven't written for a long time, so the handwriting looks ugly.
She held the pen in frustration and sighed, "My handwriting is so ugly."
"No rush, take your time." Zhou Ruiyuan came behind her, reached out and gently held her pen-holding hand.
His hand was broad and warm, holding the pen and wrapping Du Wanchun's little hand in it.
Du Wanchun stared at his hand blankly, feeling a warmth coming from the back of his hand, and the tips of his fingers touching the softness of his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally.
"Follow my hand and write stroke by stroke." Zhou Ruiyuan said in her ear, his warm breath gently tickled her ear, and she felt a tingling sensation all over her body.
Du Wanchun was in a trance for a moment and let him hold her hand and write on the stone table. When she realized what she was doing, the words had already been written.
Zhou Ruiyuan looked at her and asked softly: "Can you write?"
Du Wanchun quickly came to his senses, nodded and said, "I know how to write."
After Zhou Ruiyuan heard this, he was ready to take back his hand.
Du Wanchun said again: "Ms. sir, can you teach me how to write your name?"
"My name?" Zhou Ruiyuan asked.
Du Wanchun nodded, "Yes, your name."
"Okay, I'll teach you." Zhou Ruiyuan bent down and held her hand again, writing the word "zhou" one stroke at a time.
Zhou Ruiyuan's handwriting is very beautiful, upright and elegant, and his writing style is obviously higher than that of ordinary readers.
Du Wanchun studied very seriously and engraved every stroke in his heart.
When he wrote the last word, Du Wanchun couldn't help but turned his head and looked at Zhou Ruiyuan beside him.
They were so close that Du Wanchun could even count the long eyelashes.
"Have you learned it?" Zhou Ruiyuan held her hand and looked sideways at her.
Their eyes met, their noses touched, and they were so close, as if they could touch their lips if they took a step forward.
