Become the favorite of the sick lady (Gl)

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Fang Fei didn't know how Fang Fei manipulated Lin Qian's lowered sleeve, but it was forced to half-cover the back of her hand. Fang Fei's fingers were attached to the back of her hand through the sleeve. Feeling a slight movement in the hand, the ink pen is slowly writing a line on the plain white straw paper.

"Qian'er, you see, even this simple stroke requires the stroke of a pen, so we need..."

The gesture of holding the pen separated the sleeves, and the distance between the clinging became the distance of one person. With the slight movement of the fingers, the gentle words rang in the ear more vividly than before.

Lin Qian sighed slightly, feeling a little lost.

"Qian'er, try it, I can feel the momentum of your writing."

The gentle words carry a little emotion.

"it is good."

Lin Qian responded softly, and the feeling of loss quickly turned into a little sweetness again.

Fang Fei's hand was still softly resting on the back of her hand through the sleeve, and when she was picking up the pen, she could clearly hear Fang Fei's breathing.

"Very good, Qian'er, you wrote well this time, let's write another stroke and feel it carefully."

"Ah."

Although there is a slight gap between reality and imagination, today is the first time that the young lady taught her to practice calligraphy, and it was the first time that she put her hand on the back of her hand and wrote her name together with her.

Get rid of that little bit of regret, and it really is more satisfying and sweet~

In the quiet room, the gentle conversation is the same as the slow practice of calligraphy, neither rush nor slow.

When Fang Fei finally finished teaching Lin Qian the word "Lin Qian", it was already a quarter of an hour later.

On the plain white straw paper, there are two "Lin Qian" characters that are much stronger than before. The most important thing is that although the two "Lin Qian" can see the handwriting, there is a difference in charm, but if you look closely , in fact there are many similarities.

"Qian'er, your word has three parts of my charm."

Seemingly puzzled, but also with unconcealable joy, Fang Fei murmured softly as she looked at these two words.

When Lin Qian finally wrote the word "Lin Qian" which was not bad, Fang Fei was already far away. Lin Qian felt a little bit reluctant, but seeing the two characters "Lin Qian" standing side by side, she put down the ink. pen, turned to look at Fang Fei, and said proudly:

"Of course, the miss taught Qian'er to write this character."

Yes, the knowledge Lin Qian had learned, all the strokes and strokes were taught by the young lady.

What she has been obsessed with is also the habits of young ladies.

In the last few years in his memory, Lin Qian thought about Miss's recovery countless times, and frantically took out the letters that Miss sent to describe it.

If Lin Qian was serious, her handwriting would be eight or nine points similar to Miss.

At that time, as long as there was anything closer to Miss, she would feel as happy as if she had been redeemed.

After earnestly teaching Lin Qian the words for fifteen minutes, Fang Fei was a little tired, so she sat on the chair next to her lazily and took a sip from her teacup.

Hearing these words, Fang Fei raised her head and saw Lin Qian's proud appearance again. She was slightly stunned, and sighed helplessly, but her eyes were stained with gentleness by the sunlight.

"Qian'er, you are really..."

"Miss, Qian'er will practice calligraphy seriously in the future.

It's getting late, and the young lady is tired, so let's sleep for a while~"

Facing Fang Fei's gaze, Lin Qian smiled and blinked as the familiar flow of warmth slipped through her heart. She suppressed the inadvertently bleak memories and slapped them away, carefully rolled up the straw paper and put it away. Going to the side of the chopping board, she reached out to support Fang Fei and went to the bed, sideways.

"it is good.

Shallow children. "

"Um"

"There is no rush to practice calligraphy."

"Qian'er knows.

Miss, Mrs. Tang seems to be hot, do you want Qian'er to warm the bed for Miss?"

"…no need."

"It will be cold in the bed."

"I'll sit down and read a book, and wait for Mrs. Tang to heat up."

"Ok."

Lin Qian, who was full of helplessness, looked at Fang Fei, who was trembling her eyelashes, and finally couldn't hold back her embarrassment. Humming in her heart, she cheerfully went to torment Mrs. Tang.

Although I still can't let the lady sleep with me, but I pester the lady to teach her how to practice calligraphy, so that the lady doesn't even bother to reply to Miss Biao. It's a good day~

***

When Fang Fei finally wrote back to Fang Shiyan, it was already two days later, and I don't know if it was because the twelfth lunar month was too leisurely, or Lin Qian became more persistent after growing up, so that Fang Fei became a little busy in the days to come. stand up.

"Miss, are you okay now?"

"Ah."

"Then teach Qian'er to practice calligraphy."

"it is good."

"Miss, I can't practice the word Qian'er well, why don't you hold the notebook and feel the strokes of Qian'er like last time?"

"...But Mr. Xiaoshi only taught me that once."

"That's because Miss is too smart, who is Qian'er so clumsy.

Miss also wrote this word today very beautifully, Qian'er also wanted to write such a good word.

Is it really wrong, miss?"

"…it is good."

"Qian'er knows that Miss is the best!"

Lin Qian's acting skills towards Fang Fei were actually not very good, and she often failed in the middle of the performance, but every time she asked her soft words, Fang Fei would always agree to her.

It's not that Fang Fei can't see through, it's just because her lady is the most beautiful, gentle and kind lady in the whole world!

Although Lin Qian had practiced countless times, Lin Qian had never enjoyed the feeling of Fang Fei's soft fingers touching the back of her hand. Every time it was a bit hard to grasp the progress of handwriting practice, but this twelfth lunar month was definitely the happiest time Lin Qian had. years.