Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was a little dark, Wu Tingxin finished copying a tablet, then put down the pen, and said to the students in the classroom: "Okay, that's all for today, hand in the homework I left for you last time, and I will personally comment on you." ”

The students were so excited that they turned in their homework. Wu Tingxin finished his homework, and then he seemed to remember Huang Liangliang next to him, looked at her and said: "You go back too, remember to practice more of the pen posture I taught you today, and next time, you will officially start writing." ”

After Wu Tingxin finished speaking, he thought of something again, looked at her and asked, "Do you have your own brush?"

Before the calligraphy class had taught the brush, she naturally didn't buy it, so she shook her head.

Wu Tingxin nodded, didn't say anything, waved his hand to signal that Huang Liangliang could leave.

Huang Liangliang was a little inexplicable, shouldn't she be instructed to buy a brush, why did she let her go without saying a word, so did she buy it or not?

Huang Liangliang left in a daze, but she still applied for a brush and a box of ink with Zhang Li when she returned to the welfare home during the holiday.

"Your first experimental primary school has a brush class in the first grade, tsk, a famous school is a famous school, and it is different from other schools. ”

Zhang Li couldn't help but sigh when she saw what Huang Liangliang applied for, but she didn't ask more, after all, Huang Liangliang's tuition and miscellaneous fees on weekdays are all exempted, so he applied for some stationery, even if it was more than other children, it wouldn't cost a few dollars.

Huang Liangliang finally got the most common brush in an ordinary stationery store, she secretly tried it in the dormitory, the pen was dry and split, even if the calligraphy saint got this pen, the level had to drop a lot, but Huang Liangliang had no other choice, she was a "beginner", it was most normal to use such a pen.

The second club activity of the calligraphy club was half a month later, and this time it was Principal Wu who came to the class, which made the members of the calligraphy club very surprised.

Huang Liangliang was a little surprised by their reactions, so he secretly asked Sun Zijun, who told her that in the past, the principal would usually give them a lesson once every two or three months, and it was very rare to come to class for two consecutive months like this, after all, Principal Wu managed a huge No. 1 Experimental Primary School, and the affairs on weekdays were still very busy.

Wu Tingxin first distributed the homework received last time, circulated some excellent works to the students, then commented on them, and instructed them in a few more difficult brushwork, and finally asked the students to continue practicing.

This time, he didn't let Huang Liangliang wait, and directly called her to the podium.

Huang Liangliang took the newly bought brush and stepped onto the podium with a nervous expression.

Wu Tingxin had already laid out the four treasures of the study room at this time, and when he saw the brush she was holding in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly.

"With this pen. Wu Tingxin picked up a brush from the pen stand at hand and handed it to Huang Liangliang, "I will prepare the brush you use to practice calligraphy in the future." ”

Huang Liangliang looked at the red sandalwood sheep's hair, but he was a little afraid to take it, the pen she used to write in her previous life was a good brush, and she could naturally distinguish the quality of the brush. "There are all four virtues, there is no slight deficiency, it is a good pen.

The sheep hair in Wu Tingxin's hand, a section near the tip of the edge, is slightly thinner than the section of Hao's body, and the texture is pure and brilliant, which is called Ying. Also called Fengying. One section of Hao's body is white, and one section of Fengying is pale yellow with jade light. It means that this is a high-quality sheep's hair.

Anyway, in their place, such a sheep hair costs at least a dozen taels of silver, which may not be so expensive here, but it is definitely not cheap.

Wu Tingxin saw that Huang Liangliang didn't answer, sighed a little helplessly, and urged: "Take it first, do you want to use the pen in your hand to practice calligraphy?"

Huang Liangliang was stunned and could only take the pen in Wu Tingxin's hand.

Ngo Dinh Sum gave her the place and asked her to do the action of holding the pen again.

Huang Liangliang held the sheep's hair, his body was straight, and he held the pen in a standard posture, and after holding this movement for about five minutes, Wu Tingxin grabbed her hand from behind and began to teach her to write the most basic strokes on paper.

Huang Liangliang was a little nervous, when she used to learn calligraphy, her husband would not teach her like Principal Wu did, she and several sisters were taught by the same husband, and the husband would only teach once, and then let them copy by themselves.

"Concentrate. Wu Tingxin noticed Huang Liangliang's distraction, reminded her loudly, and slowly taught her while writing, "Every stroke is written, there are three processes: entering the pen, walking the pen, and closing the pen."

There is a "Lu Feng" method into the pen, which follows the pen into the stroke, so that the beginning of the stroke is pointed or square; there is a "hidden front method", the reverse front enters the pen, the horizontal drawing wants to be right and left, and the vertical painting wants to go down and go up first, so that the stroke is hidden in the stroke, and the beginning of the stroke is basically circular.

The pen should learn to "use the pen in the center", so that the tip of the pen often runs in the middle of the dot. In order to make the strokes strong, we must also learn to use the pen with astringency, stay in the line, stay in the line, and avoid flashiness.

There are "Lu Feng" and "Tibetan Feng", Lu Feng is to gradually lift the pen out of the paper, and the painting is pointed, such as hanging needle vertical, apostrophe, pinch, hook. Zang Feng is to retract the tip of the pen into the painting, such as hanging vertically, and the end of the stroke is round. ”

Huang Liangliang immediately collected his mind, listened attentively to what he said, and wrote to his rhythm.

After writing all the strokes, Wu Tingxin let go of his hand, looked at her and said, "You can practice by yourself, I will check it when class ends." ”

Huang Liangliang breathed a sigh of relief, nodded hurriedly, then changed a piece of rice paper, and practiced intently.

Later, Wu Tingxin didn't keep staring at her, but went to guide other students below, and when class was about to end, he walked to her side again, picked up the few pieces of paper she practiced and looked at it.

Wu Tingxin's eyes brightened the more he looked at it, and when he saw the last one, he let out a long breath, put away the rice paper where she practiced, looked at her and said, "Go back and continue to practice, at least twenty sheets a day, and I will check it the next time I have a club activity." ”

Huang Liangliang hurriedly nodded in response, twenty sheets a day is not difficult for her, she can write quickly, let alone write such simple strokes.

At the end of class, Wu Tingxin left first, and the members were still packing up their things underneath, Sun Zijun came to Huang Liangliang's side at some point, and said to her with a smile: "Liangliang, it seems that the principal values you very much." ”

Huang Liangliang actually found that Wu Tingxin's attitude towards her was a little different from that of other club members, but she still showed an ignorant appearance, looked at Sun Zijun and asked, "Sister Zijun, didn't the principal teach you like this at the beginning?"