After spending a warm weekend with my parents, Song Lin took the early morning bus to return to school early on Monday. Now he already has a longevity drink in his hand, so he waited for Li Yifeng to ask him the news and notified him.

Luo Zijin still brought breakfast to Song Lin. After two weeks of training, it seemed that this had become a habit.

"Song Lin." Luo Zijin pursed her bright red lips, looked at Song Lin who was eating happily, and asked, "You can do ceramics?"

"It's okay." Song Lin nodded while stuffing steamed buns into his mouth. There was nothing to say about this. When he first entered school, everyone in the class had to introduce himself on the podium. Song Lin introduced his specialties at that time and said a long string, such as football, CS, singing, painting, ceramics... In fact, they were all shaking in less than half a bottle, but since what he said would definitely not break his promise.

"Then, after class this afternoon, do you have time?" Luo Zijin's big eyes were watery, and she was born pitiful, blinking and hooking Song Lin: "I want to ask you to teach me ceramics."

"No problem." Song Lin agreed and asked back: "Why did you suddenly remember to learn ceramics? I haven't heard you say you are interested in ceramics before."

"Because... next Saturday is my birthday, I want to make a gift for my mother." Luo Zijin said softly. She was a little nervous inexplicably. She did want to invite Song Lin to her birthday party, but she didn't think about saying it in this situation. In fact, her original intention was just to ask Song Lin for help and make a gift for my mother. However, after Song Lin asked this, he had to tell the whole story.

"Your birthday? Why did you give your mother a gift on your birthday?" Song Lin felt very surprised. Is this the opposite? Nowadays, no young people are asking their parents for gifts when they celebrate their birthdays.

"Because my mother gave birth to me, it was very hard. She had difficulty giving birth, had heavy bleeding, and almost couldn't get out of the delivery bed... Until now, my mother's body was not well maintained... So my birthday was my mother's difficult day." Luo Zijin's voice was soft and soft. Song Lin always thought that her voice was very good. But at this moment, Song Lin felt that Luo Zijin's voice was like the sound of nature, which was a sound that could shock the soul. Although the wind and clouds were as if a gust of wind could sweep away the sound, as long as you heard it, you would never forget it.

So that's it... Luo Zijin's answer made Song Lin have no reason to refute or refuse. He even blamed himself. He only cared about celebrating his birthday, and never thought about how painful it would be when his mother gave birth to him. When the next time he was on his birthday, he would definitely think about giving his mother a gift.

After class in the afternoon, Song Lin and Luo Zijin left together, and were scolded by Zhang Yan and Secretary Paopuo. Now Zhang Yan has replaced Song Lin by Zhang Yan, which can be considered a disguised plan. So every time they sincerely scolded only Zhang Yan and Secretary Paopuo, Paopuo is actually praying for Song Lin in his heart...

There are several pottery houses near the university, which are mainly romantic for young couples, so in fact, most couples come to make pottery. Since it is a **, the best time is of course at night, lit candles in the small compartment. Under the faint halo, the boy hugged the girl in his arms, rubbed her four hands on the mud, and kissed her as she rubbed her...

Song Lin and Luo Zijin obviously didn't know this problem, and Luo Zijin had never played it before. When Song Lin was playing, he was still in middle school and played with the two heartless Secretary Paopu, and there was no ambiguity at all.

As soon as they saw that they were a man and a woman, the waiter knew very well and brought them into the compartment. At first, there was no compartment, but a boss suddenly had a masterpiece of his dreams, and found that the number of couple guests had doubled, so gradually all Tao Bars had such a compartment. In fact, it was very simple, and it was still the same tool, but it was separated by wooden walls, and you could also charge a little extra service fee.

"Why do you have to enter the compartment?" Luo Zijin felt very strange when he came here for the first time: "There is not full outside."

"Haha, pottery is also an artistic creation. There will be no disturbance in the compartment, which will make it easier for you two to create." The waiter answered very familiarly, then turned his head and squeezed his eyes with Song Lin.

Song Lin was also inexplicably surprised, but he didn't know that the waiter was adult-like. Many boys would trick girls into playing pottery when they wanted to pursue girls. Generally, they would not do it well when they came to play for the first time, especially when the clay was flying, the shape would be broken. At this time, the boys took advantage of the excuse of helping to cover the girl's hands. Under such a romantic candlelight, they all had a blind date. I'm sorry for helping the waiter who made excuses to deceive girls!

"Oh." Luo Zijin didn't think much about it, so he walked into the compartment with Song Lin. There was only one machine here. At the earliest, this kind of machine had a seating position on both sides. But now after the "improvement" by the owners of Tao Bar, it has been changed to only one side of the seating person.

The waiter fixed a piece of clay in the center of the machine, then gave a few brief explanations and left. The compartment door was closed from outside, and the waiter turned around and almost hit a person.

"Open one for me too." A thin black man looked at him coldly, then stretched out a finger and pointed at the next door to the private room where Song Lin and Luo Zijin were: "I want that room."

"Sorry, our private room does not serve single people." The waiter said politely, "What a joke, couples' room charges double money. If you occupy a compartment alone and only charge one person's money, isn't that losing money?

"What's left is yours." The thin black man took out a few tickets and stuffed them into the waiter's hand. When the waiter saw that it turned out to be several hundred-dollar bills. His eyes lit up immediately and he said without hesitation: "Please, please, please come in there!"

In the compartment, Song Lin turned on the machine, and the pallet carrying the clay began to rotate quickly.

Song Lin sat on it first and said to Luo Zijin: "Come on, look, like me, my palm protects the surroundings of the clay. You can press your thumb in the center of the clay and slowly exert force. This will soon make a hole, and then protect your palm. Just like this, just like this, just like this, just like this... If it's dry, dip some water in your hands... It's very simple, how about it, do you understand?"

Luo Zijin looked at it as if it was indeed very simple, so he nodded and said, "Well, I'll give it a try."

Song Lin got up and gave the seat to her, and Luo Zijin sat down, but just as he was about to sit down, Luo Zijin discovered the problem.

This is not possible to sit!

Luo Zijin didn't know that she would sit like this, so she was wearing her favorite one-piece knee-length white cotton dress, which she usually only exposed her calves. However, when she did ceramics, she had to ride on her legs. If she rode, she had not sat down yet, the hem of the white cotton dress had been raised to the base of her thighs. If she really sat down, she would be exposed...

Besides, I don’t know how many people will sit in this position every day. If she asks her to sit down only through her underwear, Luo Zijin still feels very hindered.

Luo Zijin felt very embarrassed. She had never encountered such an embarrassing thing before. But now she had no good idea. She was hesitating, but she saw that Song Lin had taken off his long-sleeved shirt.

Song Lin only wore a long-sleeved shirt, which revealed his fair and well-proportioned figure. His current body is well-proportioned but not thin, with smooth lines and masculine beauty.

Luo Zijin's pretty face turned red, and he quickly turned his face and said coquettishly: "You, what are you doing?" Song Lin smiled and tied the clothes to Luo Zijin's waist. His sleeves tied a knot in front of Luo Zijin's lower abdomen. In this way, the hem of the clothes just covered the spring light, and the clothes also covered Luo Zijin's buttocks.

He was really smart... Luo Zijin bit the corner of Yanhong's lips lightly, turned his head and glanced at Song Lin with a charming look, and then finally sat down with confidence. Since he was sitting with confidence this time, the hem of the skirt inside was directly rolled up to his waist, but it didn't matter, it was completely blocked by the shirt tied outside. Song Lin also stood behind Luo Zijin very honestly. Even if his moving area was restricted, if he stood in front of Luo Zijin, it would be equivalent to Luo Zijin's spring light leaking again.

But even so, the hem of the clothes could not cover the charming spring scenery. The two slender, well-proportioned and snow-white thighs were exposed a little, but in fact they were only a few inches above the knees, which made people snatch it.

"Let's start." Song Lin said behind Luo Zijin.

Luo Zijin nodded, the embarrassment just now had already been lingering behind her. She came to make a gift for her mother, and soon devoted herself to the fierce battle with the clay.

Her little hands covered the black clay with snow, and turned on the machine. As the clay rotated rapidly, Luo Zijin let out a soft cry.

This kid is playing in exile!

The thin black man next door almost kicked the wooden wall and rushed over, but fortunately Luo Zijin continued: "I broke it..."

"It's okay, it will be broken if it breaks. I'll make you a new piece of cake." This was Song Lin's voice.

It turned out that the clay was broken... The thin black man grabbed his scalp and sat down again in embarrassment. But he was ready and immediately rushed over to stop Song Lin from invading Miss.

Just now, the clay was spinning too fast, and Luo Zijin's hands could not control it at all, which resulted in the destruction of the shape that Song Lin had just made.

Song Lin quickly turned off the machine and asked Luo Zijin to get up. He went to help him make a new embryo, and then gave it to Luo Zijin. He smiled at Luo Zijin and said, "Beginners should slow down the speed, you can adapt first."

Luo Zijin nodded embarrassedly, sat down again and turned on the machine. This time the speed was slower, and Luo Zijin could barely control it.

But a new problem has emerged, that is, the clay is getting higher and higher, and Luo Zijin's hands are too small, which directly leads to the tendency of the upper half to be broken.

"Hurry! Song Lin! Hurry! Help!" Luo Zijin had no choice but to do anything, and was so anxious that he called Song Lin.

Song Lin was originally standing behind Luo Zijin, but was anxious because of Luo Zijin's urging. He quickly sat behind Luo Zijin, his arms passed through Luo Zijin's armpits, and his big hands directly covered Luo Zijin's small hand. Only in this way can he control the clay and not break.

"What do you want to do?" Song Lin asked in Luo Zijin's ear, and after that, he suddenly realized the ambiguous posture of the two of them at this moment.

Song Lin quickly wanted to get out of the way, but Luo Zijin said softly: "I want to make a vase. Can you take me with me to do it?"

Luo Zijin was completely unaware of something wrong at this moment. Her whole mind was focused on the clay. She was afraid that something would be wrong, and the clay would be broken or wasted again. In fact, if the clay was scrapped, it would be impossible to change it again. However, Luo Zijin's temperament did not like to change it all the time, and she was determined to do it, thinking that it seemed easier to learn this way, so she said that.

At this moment, there are two ways in front of Song Lin. One is to stand up and tell Luo Zijin seriously whether to be close to each other. The other is to obey Luo Zijin's arrangements and continue to do this with Luo Zijin.

Song Lin's words mean that the facts point directly to the heart and follow his true thoughts to do it. So Song Lin continued to hold Luo Zijin's small hand without hesitation, overlapping his fingers, and gently and forcefully controlling the clay to rotate and gradually change its shape. From the crooked irregular cylinder shape, it gradually became regular. Two pairs of hands covered with mud, gentle as if the lover's hands "care" the clay to a height, length, a gourd-shaped belly, and then a slender neck...

At the beginning, Song Lin was a little distracted. After all, such a warm and soft jade in his arms, he smelled the faint virgin fragrance in his breath. His hands not only caressed the clay but also caressed each other's hands. His arms were surrounded by Yingying's slender waist, and his body that had to be pressed tightly due to the length of his arms...

But feeling Luo Zijin's sincere emotions, although she was stupid, she was really serious about learning to do it. Song Lin took back Qi Nian and was unwilling to desecrate this innocent mother-daughter relationship. He also focused on ceramic art, and forgot about the intimate contact between the two and helped Luo Zijin do it wholeheartedly.

Because the vase made by Luo Zijin was very high, the two of them worked together, sometimes separated one on the other on the bottom, and gradually cooperated with each other on the bottom.

Under the faint candlelight, the figures of this handsome man and beautiful woman were stretched long and completely overlapped.

Why didn't he talk anymore? Just hearing the sound of the machine, was that boy Song Lin really a Liu Xiahui? He was so confused when he sat in his arms? The black and thin man next door listened with his ears, and always felt something was wrong in his heart, but he could not think of something wrong.

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I went to the real estate exchange early in the morning to wait in line, and then I applied for a house book, and loans, etc. After a lot of work, it was already dinner time to get home. I felt like my head was about to explode, whisper, I was so tired. Then I officially joined the house slave clan... So I gave it a rare gift again, hehe, please vote~

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Chapter completed!