Chapter 2677 Bandits (24)

   It doesn't have the charm of lazy and elegant posture.

   It became a painting by itself, inadvertently.

  Jiang Ning slowly stopped the work in his hands and looked at her quietly.

   She looked at the script, and seemed to notice something, and looked up.

  He immediately closed his eyes and continued to move.

  A look of indifference.

   Immersed in wood only and nothing else.

  She held the story book and blinked slightly.

  At this moment, the rain outside is quieter, but the wind is strong.

  The cold wind slapped on the window, making a rattling sound.

  The icy rain hit the window eaves, wetting them.

  The house is quiet, so quiet that the sound of rainwater falling on the window can be clearly heard.

   There was a slight sound of planing wood, and she looked straight at him, tilting her head.

  No abnormalities were found, so she turned her attention to the script again.

  The blanket covering her legs was about to slip off, so she picked it up casually and brought it back directly.

  Recover, legs tucked in blanket.

  Continue to read quietly, without making any noise.

   is pretty good.

  …

  …

  …

  Of course, she occasionally behaves badly.

  If there is no script to read, or if she can't find something interesting to do, she will be restless and come over.

  Like a curious little fox, leaning against his woodworking table, bending over and elbows, looking at him with his face lifted.

   Incarnate into one hundred thousand whys.

"what is this?"

   She points to the tool in his hand.

   "A file."

   "What is it for?"

   "To file wood."

   "What about this one?"

   "Chisel."

   "What is it for?"

   “gouging, hollowing out, notching, and shoveling wood.”

   "Is this a chisel too? They look alike."

"Um."

   "Will it be easy to scratch when you use it?"

"Won't."

  When Jiang Ning was doing carpentry, he would roll up his sleeves to reveal his beautiful and slender hands.

  The complexion is cold and clear, under the candlelight in the room, it is as white as jade, with distinct roots.

  Like the hands of gods and Buddhas who love all living beings, they should not appear here, but should appear on the temple where incense is worshipped.

  Practice beads and chant sutras, not to be stained with secular customs.

  It's so good-looking, so good-looking that her attention will always be attracted.

  While she was like a curious baby, asking everything, she stared at his hand without blinking.

   Want to touch, want to kiss.

  Jiang Ning put down the chisel, and then went to get a soft ruler to measure and determine the size.

  Slowly, slowly, she fell silent, quietly, and didn't know what she was thinking.

  Jiang Ning drew a mark on the wooden block with black lead, and looked up.

  Just looking, her clear peach blossom eyes met him, and blinked.

   "Can I learn?"

   she asked suddenly.

   It seems to be a whim.

  He paused, "What?"

  She pointed to the many tools in front of the stage, excitedly, "I also want to do carpentry, can you teach me?"

  She watches him do it every day, perhaps because he is too calm and capable, and all kinds of movements are smooth and smooth, giving people a feeling that anyone can do it.

  It made her feel that this kind of fine carpentry work is not too difficult.

  She wanted to try it, to pass the time.

   "..." Jiang Ning's eyes fell on her hands without a trace of calluses, and she was silent for a while.

  Afterwards, he said lightly: "No."

  She was taken aback, "Why?"

   "If it doesn't work, it won't work. Why?"

  He took his time and swept the planed wood flowers aside.

   "..." Yun Si stood up straight, folded her arms, and did not give up, "I can help you when I have learned well."

  (end of this chapter)