Do not suffer from the unknown, and suffer from the unknown.

Since Ji Wei sent the book, Liu Yimian studied it every day. As the saying goes, reading a book a hundred times is self-seeking. Not only that, he also used these two books to practice calligraphy. Therefore, it is a sentence in the Analects of Confucius written at random.

He reads slowly, this is a sentence that is learned and written.

Ji Wei also copied this sentence just now, with some impressions.

Although he has left school for many years, he has studied systematically after all, so he naturally knows the meaning of this sentence. just felt that these words were the true portrayal of Liu Yimian, so couldn't help but look at him. He met Liu Yimian, who was nervously waiting for the result.

"Writing, posture is very important. I see when you write, your wrist is shaking slightly, not very stable, and the words you write are a little crooked. It's called a pillow wrist-" Ji Wei stretched out his left hand and made a gesture of leaning his right wrist on the back of his left hand. Posture, "If you're a beginner, don't use the cantilever. The arm leaves the table without a fulcrum, which is more flexible, but not for beginners like you."

Ji Wei asked Liu Yimian to try again. Although the effect was good, it was not big. He simply held Liu Yimian's palm and took him to write a piece of paper together, familiarizing himself with the correct writing posture.

It took half an hour to write one.

Ji Wei was okay, but she was startled when she saw Liu Yimian's face flushed when she let go.

"What's wrong? Is it hot?"

He quickly opened all the doors and windows in the house so that the evening wind could blow in.

Blown by the cool wind, the messy mind was also sobered up a lot. Before Ji Wei turned around, Liu Yimian quickly raised her hand to wipe the fine sweat on her forehead, covered her pounding heart, and whispered, "Thank you, Brother Ji."

Ji Wei said heartily: "What's there to thank for this, it's just a small matter."

"Brother Ji's writing is so good, why haven't I seen you write it before?" Liu Yimian was puzzled, and even the couplets during the New Year were written by a scholar who was hired for help.

Brother Ji's words are much prettier than that of the old show.

Ji Wei coughed, "This is so good, I didn't need to write before, I don't even have paper and ink at home, and I'm too lazy to write."

This made sense, Liu Yimian stopped asking.

"However, although my handwriting is not like everyone's, it is still neat." Ji Wei took out the stack of copybooks on the stool and put it in front of Liu Yimian, "I wrote some copybooks for you just now, and you will Just copy it."

The ink marks are light and suitable for copying. Just like the calligraphy posts of later generations, according to the description, writing too much will always affect and improve.

This is the initial stage of writing, so it is good to correct it like this. In the later stage, it is best to find a word from everyone and follow along. To write about him again would delay others.

However, Liu Yimian didn't see it that way. He raised his head suddenly, and his big eyes flashed with happiness.

"real?"

Ji Wei raised his face, "Really! But don't think it's over. This is a task I gave you. You need to copy two pages a day, and I'll arrange it in five days."

"Brother Ji..." Liu Yimian pursed her lips and didn't say the rest.

"how?"

Liu Yimian's eyes were slightly red, and she wanted to cry and laugh. It took a long time for her to say a word, "I'll help you squeeze your shoulders."

Ji Wei turned his wrist, "No need, I'll do my own activities."

He looked at Liu Yimian, who was holding the stack of copybooks, like a treasure, and hesitated for a while before saying, "Mianmian, can you make me some pants?"

Liu Yimian, who studied with her younger sister Liu Piaoxu since she was a child, is better than her younger sister because of her quiet and delicate temperament. In addition, he is diligent and honest in his hands and feet. Before he was sold to Yazi by his father, he took care of all the clothes in the family.

So when he heard Ji Wei say such a request, he immediately showed his face, "That's natural, but I still need to measure Ji Ge's size. You wait for me for a moment." After that, he turned around to ask Go to the closet and get a measuring stick.

Ji Wei hurriedly stopped him, "Don't, don't, no, it's not these kinds of pants. I want you to make shorts, so that's it, don't be too loose." He slapped about the base of his big legs. The position is mapped out.

There is no stretch fabric in this era, too tight is not comfortable, a little looser is easy to move.

"Brother Ji, these shorts...is it a little too short?" Liu Yimian hesitated, changing a euphemism.

"The trousers are long and wide. I often go out to do things, which is really inconvenient."

"How could it be? Everyone who goes to work in the fields must also wear trousers." Liu Yimian had never heard of such a statement, her delicate and slender brows were slightly wrinkled, a little puzzled.

Seeing that he was still puzzled, Ji Wei changed to a simpler rhetoric.

"It's getting hotter and hotter today. If you go to bed at night, it doesn't matter if you wear a short one at home. The big deal is that you see it, do you dislike it?" Ji Wei smiled wickedly and asked back.

But after he finished speaking, he realized later that he didn't know if this could be considered a play..

"Of course not!" Liu Yimian's eyes were erratic, and he took another look at the position where Ji Wei had just gestured.

This is too short, even if... even if it is only worn at home, it would be indecent.

Ji Wei was just joking, but he didn't plan to wear shorts to Liu Yimian.

He was very comfortable with other men, but he was a little more cautious with Liu Yimian, and he didn't know if it had something to do with the original owner's memory. Even if Liu Yimian looked normal, he couldn't completely treat his brother as a man.

Is it acceptable for men to be taught? Ji Wei was surprised by his own thoughts.

In order to prevent cranky thoughts, he quickly opened the cabinet where the clothes were placed and rummaged.

Whether it is light summer clothes or heavy winter clothes, there is no suitable material. Either too thick or too rough, not very suitable for summer close-fitting. After thinking about it, still have to go to the cloth village. By the way, bought some fabrics, just to make new clothes for Liu Yimian.

"In this way, I don't see any extra cloth at home. I'll take you to buy cloth when I'm free."

Liu Yimian didn't think about it, she just chose cloth to make shorts, and answered softly.