"Thank you," Lan Zhan says, as he moves his hands with his son's, working with him to form character after character, adjusting his grip as needed, encouraging and praising when he gets it right -- never effusive, but more measured.
He'll happily do this for... well, until the tea starts to dull his senses and ease the pain. Eventually, his movements get sluggish, and less graceful, and then the lessons is over.
"You are learning so much," he murmurs to the boy. "I am very proud of you."
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Date: 2020-11-21 04:31 am (UTC)He'll happily do this for... well, until the tea starts to dull his senses and ease the pain. Eventually, his movements get sluggish, and less graceful, and then the lessons is over.
"You are learning so much," he murmurs to the boy. "I am very proud of you."