"Brother, you usually don't practice calligraphy, right? I feel that your handwriting is getting better and better!" Yang Yan has also been asked by his adoptive father to practice calligraphy since he was a child, although he only entered the door, but in terms of appreciation, he can barely be regarded as an expert, he looked at He Xiaowen's handwriting on the red paper, and couldn't help but admire.

Before He Xiaowen could speak, He Guantong held his thin chest and said proudly: "My dad can practice calligraphy every day now, and the school is going to send him to represent the school in the competition." ”

"Xiao Yan still has to practice calligraphy now?" He Xiaowen finished writing a couplet, then put the pen on the sea bowl on the side, straightened up, and asked Yang Yan.

After writing one, He Xiaowen wanted to pick it up and put it aside to dry the ink.

At this time, Luoluo, who was holding the table, saw the ink-drenched red paper, long, and was pulled up by the adults at both ends. Whether it was the strip of paper, which was red on one side and white on the other, or the "strange drawing" written in ink on it (at least it looked like this in Luoluo), it was very visually striking and firmly attracted the attention of the little girl.

That's cool!

Yang Yan said to his brother with some shame: "No, in Yangcheng, I basically use computers now, let alone write with a brush, and there are very few opportunities to write with a pen." ”

"How can this work? You have also studied kung fu for more than ten years, and it is a pity to lose it. He Xiaowen shook his head and said regretfully, "Don't you have a pen now? I'll see if you write a few words!"

He Xiaowen is nearly a generation older than Yang Yan in terms of age, not to mention, now that his adoptive father has passed away, that is, the eldest brother is like a father, and Yang Yan dare not disobey his brother's orders.

"It's been a long time since I wrote it. I saw Yang Yan smile bitterly, but he still gently pulled up the sleeve tube and took a medium-sized brush on the pen holder.

As usual, Yang Yan still held the brush in his hand first, pinched the tip of the brush with his right hand, and gently rubbed it to check the condition of the brush.

Of course, their household brushes are of relatively good quality and do not need to be inspected at all. Yang Yan did this, but he had learned from his adoptive father He Guoxing's habit before, and before writing, he touched the tip of the pen.

He Guantong next to her was excited, she couldn't help jumping while putting one hand on Luoluo's waist, and then smiled happily with Luoluo: "Luoluo, it's time for your father to write!"

What is Daddy going to do?

Luoluo hadn't heard what her sister said clearly, she turned her little head to look at her sister in confusion.

"Hey, you're standing too far away to see your dad writing!" He Guantong was a little late-sighted, and now he found that the chair Luoluo was standing on seemed to be a little far away from her father, so He Guantong actively bent down, from Luoluo's back, two hands reached through Luoluo's armpits, hugged Luoluo's body, and picked her up.

This holding position was actually very uncomfortable, and the falling clothes were ripped up, squeezed on her baby's fat cheeks, and down to reveal her smooth little belly.

"Uh-huh......" However, Luoluo did not protest, she was still immersed in the enthusiasm brought by her sister's excited running before and after, and always felt that it seemed to be fun, although the little girl's little mouth was squeezed into an arc, she also made a muffled happy hum.

Of course, if you hold it for a long time, it is uncomfortable to strangle your chest like this, and Luoluo will still cry!

Fortunately, He Guantong kicked the chair in the direction of Yang Yan, and quickly put down Luoluo on the chair.

Yang Yan is still concerned about Luoluo, and he has been distracted to take care of it, he saw the embarrassment of Luoluo being held by He Guantong just now, where can he take care of writing, he first handed the brush to his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and pulled Luoluo's small clothes.

"Sister Tongtong wants to keep her sister's clothes here, don't let her stomach be exposed, she will catch a cold later. Yang Yan said to He Guantong with a smile while pulling the falling clothes.

"That's ......" He Guantong scratched his head a little embarrassed.

"Hehe-hee!" Luoluo, who was hugged by her sister, only now came to her senses, raised her little head, and had a silly laugh with her father.

However, she was soon attracted by the brush in her father's hand.

It seems to be this thing just now, and it has a very magical power!

The little girl pressed one hand on her father's thigh, and with one hand reached out, she tried to grab the brush that her father was holding in his other hand.

But Dad removed the hand behind him, fell into the air, and was helped back to the chair by Daddy.

"Hmm, hmm......" The little girl stomped her foot on the chair unhappily, and snorted anxiously, "Yes, yes, dad, giving, giving, falling and ......"

"Hey, what is my sister talking about?" He Guantong looked at his sister curiously and muttered. She didn't hear it clearly, Luoluo's vague pronunciation, sometimes Xia Yu was difficult to understand, and Yang Yan, a father who was used to hearing it, had to translate.

Yang Yan smiled and rubbed his little head, and said softly: "You can't do this! This is not for you to play! Do you want to watch your father write?"

didn't need Luoluo to answer, he picked Luoluo up and let her sit at the dinner table.

Yang Yan knew that her daughter couldn't see clearly, so in order for her to see clearly, Yang Yan asked her to sit "higher", anyway, the table in the courtyard was big enough and strong enough, and there was a thick newspaper spread, so she didn't have to worry about falling into a frozen butt.

Luoluo sat up in a daze, the change of the "environment" made her forget about arguing with her father about the brush, and the little girl sat on it with a puzzled face, thinking about what her father asked her to do, and at the same time couldn't help but be curious, and looked at the objects on the table condescendingly.

Finally, the little girl saw that her father took the pen he had just taken, dipped it in a large bowl, and then took a piece of scraped red paper and wrote.

"Family and industry are prosperous, Guotai and the people are safe!" He Guantong gathered beside her uncle, helping her sister while watching what her uncle wrote, and she also read along.

Luoluo didn't know or care about what her father wrote, the little girl opened her big round eyes wide in surprise, watching her father hold the pen in a strange posture, and then under his pen, there were so many strange patterns popping out!

That's amazing!

The little girl thought that her father was good at tricks, and suddenly she worshipped, was happy, and grinned proudly.

As if she had drawn these "patterns" herself, the more she looked at them, the more excited she became, and suddenly she giggled happily, and her little feet were still kicking up on the table.

Caught off guard, I only heard a "snort", and the newspaper on the table was broken by the falling small shoes, but fortunately, there were two layers stacked below.

He Xiaowen looked down at Yang Yan writing Xiaokai, and was amazed: "It's not bad, Xiaoyan, you told me that you haven't practiced for several years, but I don't think this word has regressed, look at the word 'and', the momentum is stable, this horizontal hook is powerful, and the whole word is radiant!"

Before Yang Yan could reply, the small situation next to them broke into their ears, and Yang Yan and He Xiaowen looked over in surprise.

He Guantong was afraid that Luoluo would be blamed by the adults, so he had an idea and said, "Hey, uncle, you see, Luoluo can't wait, and I want your brush to write." ”

When Yang Yan heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "Where can Luoluo write? She likes to scribble, you give her a brush to play, wait for your clothes, and the walls of the whole house will be painted messily by her!"

"Xiao Yan, you can't say that, your girl is also smart and smart, and now she is so interested in brushes, maybe she can become a calligrapher in the future!" He Xiaowen joked.