Later, Su Xian and Huo Huan sat under the eaves and ate roasted sweet potatoes.

The light in the room behind him reflected the figures of the two in the yard, and could only illuminate a small area.

The front is endless darkness.

But the roasted sweet potatoes were very warm. Huo Huan took a bite and raised her head happily and sniffed.

Huo Huan said: "Do you still remember when you were a child, the one I ate the most was the one I baked for you.

You guys don’t show anything you like to eat, but you don’t like to eat, but you don’t refuse the roasted sweet potatoes.”

She asked with a smile: "Does it still have the smell of childhood?"

Su Xian said: "You are like you were when you were a child."

Huo Huan said: "I'm not like this to others."

Su Xian paused and said, "Then why do you treat me like this?"

Huo Huan thought for a while and smiled, "Maybe it was because I thought you were lonely and didn't like to play with others at first, so I was a little pitiful."

Su Xian said: "You have pity for me and are so kind to me?"

Huo Huan said: "You are growing up now, but you are not pitiful at all.

But I still want to be nice to you."

Su Xian moved his eyebrows slightly, and she smiled again: "But last night you appeared outside my house without saying a word, looking covered in snow, and I suddenly felt a little pitiful again."

The boy had a gentle eyebrow and liked to listen to her quietly, while the girl was around him and she liked to laugh.

This deserted courtyard seemed to suddenly become warm and lively.

Then when talking about how to spend tomorrow, Huo Huan said, "There are two books you sent me before that are quite obscure. Even the master here doesn't explain it very clearly. Why don't I bring it to you tomorrow and teach me."

Su Xian said: "Okay.

You can choose some books you are interested in and take them to read.”

Huo Huan said: "Then let's just say that."

She turned and looked at him with a thrilling look, "But you finally came to us and asked you to stay in the house to teach me about your studies. Would you feel wronged?"

Su Xian said: "Then you can go out to play, but you have to stay in the house to study. Do you feel wronged?"

Huo Huan said: "The things in the book are much more interesting than playing around in the village."

Su Xian said: "That's all."

He got up and brushed the corner of his clothes, and said, "You should go back and rest."

Huo Huan thought she would come here tomorrow, and she left happily this time and refused to let Su Xian send her off.

Su Xian had no choice but to let his entourage take her back.

This quiet village is quiet all night long.

By dawn the next day, chickens crowed in the village and dogs barked from time to time.

Early in the morning, Huo Huan came to knock on Su Xian's door and brought him breakfast.

When Su Xian was washing up, Huo Huan put breakfast on the table and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Su Xian replied: "It's okay."

After breakfast, Huo Huan sat down at the table by the window and set off the book upright.

She made records of all the things she didn't understand before, and now she can finally let Su Xian tell her face to face.

She lowered her eyes and listened very seriously.

A faint light shone on her face outside the window, making her curved and thick eyelashes flash, like two small fans.

She also took notes seriously, writing every word and every word very carefully.

Su Xian saw her handwriting on the letter before, and now she has seen her writing with her own eyes. She writes very slowly. Obviously, she has tried hard to learn how to write well, but she can still see the traces of immature modification.

Su Xian saw her writing for a while, suddenly leaned over, held her hand holding the pen, corrected her fingers, and said, "Hold the pen like this."

When Huo Huan saw that he was teaching him, he quickly straightened his waist and learned with great energy.

Then Su Xian held her hand and took her to write some words on the blank page next to her, which were still her own handwriting, but the brushwork and details were completely different.

Huo Huan's eyes were bright and said, "Axian, how did you know that I was not well written in these places? No matter how I practiced it before, it still collapsed. As a result, it seemed that you would not collapse as soon as you came."

Su Xian said: "I've focused on it wrong."

Later, Huo Huan practiced calligraphy with Su Xian for a whole morning.

Although her foundation is still shallow and it is impossible for her to achieve success in one go, with Su Xian guiding her, she learned the calmness of being slow and calm, and every stroke is just right.

In the end, she was able to write Su Xian’s name very well.

However, when she wrote her name, she seemed a little cumbersome. She couldn't help but look up and smiled at Su Xian, "Your name is better than mine."

Su Xian didn't say anything, but just took a pen from her hand, dipped it ink, and her name was under the book.

The name seemed to be engraved, and it wandered with his pen, and it actually had a two-point affection.

Huo Huan could see that it was amazing.

He said, "Your name is not ugly."

Huo Huan blinked and said, "Axian, you wrote well.
Chapter completed!