Chapter 2677 Bandits (24)

It doesn't have a relaxing and elegant charm.

It became a painting by itself, inadvertently.

Jiang Yan slowly stopped working in his hands and looked at her quietly.

She looked at the script and seemed to notice something, so she raised her eyes and looked over.

He immediately dropped his gaze and continued his actions.

He looked indifferent.

Just soak in the wood and nothing else.

She held the storybook and blinked slightly.

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

The cold wind slapped on the windows, making a clanking sound.

The cold rain beat on the window eaves, making them wet.

It was so quiet inside the house that you could clearly hear the sound of rain falling on the window.

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

Finding nothing unusual, she turned her attention to the storybook again.

The blanket covering her legs was about to slip off, so she fished it out casually and took it back.

Covering him again, his legs curled up in the blanket.

Continue to read quietly without making any noise.

Pretty good.

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Of course, she occasionally misbehaves.

If she doesn't have a book to read or can't find anything interesting to do, she will become restless and come over to him.

Like a curious little fox, she leaned in front of his carpentry bench, bent her elbows, and looked at him with her face raised.

Incarnate into a hundred thousand whys.

"what is this?"

She pointed to the tool in his hand.

"File."

"What's it for?"

"Filing the wood."

"What about this?"

"chisel."

"What's it for?"

“Gouging, hollowing, notching, and chipping wood.”

"Is this also a chisel? They look similar."

"Um."

"Will it be easy to draw when using it?"

"Won't."

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

Her skin color was deserted and white, and under the dim light of indoor candlelight, her skin was as white as jade, with her roots clearly defined.

Like the hands of gods and Buddhas who love all living beings, they should not appear here, but should appear in the hall where incense is offered.

Holding beads and chanting sutras, you will not be stained by the secular world.

It's so beautiful that her attention is always attracted to it.

Like a curious baby, she asked everything while staring at his hands without blinking.

I want to touch and kiss.

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

Slowly and slowly, she became silent and quiet, not knowing what she was thinking.

Jiang Yan drew marks on the wooden block with ink lead and raised his eyes to scan over it.

Just watching, her clear peach blossom eyes met his, and she blinked.

"Can I learn?"

she asked suddenly.

It seems to be a spur of the moment.

He paused, "What?"

She pointed at the many tools placed in front of the stage and said with great interest, "I also want to do carpentry. Can you teach me?"

She watched him do it every day, maybe because he was so calm and capable, and he could do all the movements smoothly, giving people the feeling that anyone could do it.

It made her feel that this kind of fine carpentry work didn't seem to be difficult.

She wanted to try it to pass the time.

"..." Jiang Yan's eyes fell on her calloused hands, and he was silent for a while.

Then, he said calmly: "No."

She was stunned, "Why?"

"It doesn't work, it just doesn't work. Is there any reason why?"

He took his time and swept the wood flowers aside.

"..." Yun Si stood up straight, folded her arms, and refused to give up, "When I learn well, I can help you."