精灵之森动漫

  Gu Qingning drooped his eyebrows and suppressed the smile in his eyes, "I'm asking for leave."

  Master Wen's expression eased, and it's fine to ask for leave.

  His tone was much gentler, "I heard from Wen Ye that your academic performance is good."

"good."

   "Can you write brush characters?"

   "..."

  The corners of Gu Qingning's lips twitched, inexplicably feeling like seeing relatives and elders performing their talents during the Chinese New Year.

  She responded simply, "No."

  Mr. Wen seemed to be waiting for her words, and immediately took the words, "That's it, I'll teach you."

  Gu Qingning, "..."

  Can she say she doesn't want to learn?

   "Anyway, you have already asked for leave, and I happen to be free, and I also taught Wen Ye's brush calligraphy." Mr. Wen stood up, as if he was going to show off his skills.

   "Let's go, go to the study."

  Gu Qingning looked at him with expectant eyes, unable to utter the words of rejection for a moment.

  Can't bear to disturb the old man's interest, she stood up resignedly, and followed him upstairs.

  Master Wen's study room is very large, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of ink.

  Gu Qingning walked around and found a lot of antique collections.

   "What are you doing standing there?" Mr. Wen picked up a brush, looked up at her, "Come here."

  Gu Qingning walked over, bit the bullet and took the brush from him.

  Mr. Wen stood beside her, picked up another writing brush, and looked at her hand, "To hold the brush like this, put your fingers here."

  Gu Qingning glanced at his pen-holding posture, and quickly learned it well.

  Master Wen smiled with satisfaction, "Yes, that's it, not bad."

   It seems that he still has inherited his excellent genes.

  This comprehension is better than Wen Ye.

  Gu Qingning's eyes flickered, looking at the rice paper on the table, she only hoped that the old man would not faint from her anger later.

  Old Master Wen continued, "I'll write something first, and you should watch carefully."

  Gu Qingning nodded helplessly, her hand holding the pen tightened.

  Old Master Wen took a brush and dipped the ink into the inkstone, and the pen was written smoothly and smoothly, in one go.

  Gu Qingning looked at the word "Wen" on the paper, and couldn't help but admire the old man. This brush calligraphy can't be mastered overnight.

   And she...

forget it.

   Don't spoil this brush.

   Before she could think of a reason to leave, Mr. Wen's urging voice came, "It's your turn."

  He paused for a moment, and then said a few words of comfort, "It's okay, don't feel pressured, it's normal to write poorly at the beginning, and Wen Ye didn't write well before when he practiced."

   Just then, Wen Ye walked in, drinking a cup of coffee.

   "What is badly written?"

  He saw that Mr. Wen was teaching Gu Qingning calligraphy, and his handsome face showed a little surprise.

  He walked to the table and said dumbfoundedly, "Dad, why did you catch everyone to practice brush calligraphy?"

  Recalling the experience of being taught brush calligraphy by the old man when he was a child, it was a history of blood and tears for him.

  Old Man Wen glared at him, "You came just in time, so come and practice too, to see if you've regressed."

   As he spoke, he turned around and picked out a writing brush for him, and forced it into Onno's hand.

  The expression on Wen Ye's face twitched, and he said helplessly, "Dad, I haven't finished my coffee yet."

   "If you can't write well, you are not allowed to drink." Mr. Wen shot him with a sharp knife, moved a step to the side, and gave him the seat, "Hurry up."

  Ono, "…"

  How can he be so overbearing and authoritarian.

  If I had known earlier, he wouldn't have come in.

   And ha...