Wu Tingxin coaxed Wu Duxue away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't expect this little girl to be so temperamental, and she also competed with Huang Liangliang, an orphan girl, but this is okay, Xiaoxue's girl was raised too proudly by her mother, and it is not a bad thing that someone can rub her sharpness.

Thinking like this, Wu Tingxin walked back to his desk and pulled out a stack of calligraphy works, which was only the simplest red drawing, and the brushwork was a little immature, but it was very comfortable to look at.

The quality of calligraphy depends on three elements - line, structure, and discipline. When looking at a work, the first thing to look at is the chapter. Chapter method refers to the overall layout, not too crowded or too loose, the font size should be as consistent as possible, and the ink color should be uniform.

Then it is important to look at the lines, how good the quality of the lines is, whether they have strength, whether they are random or have a source, whether they are light or calm, whether they are natural or very contrived, these are all very important.

Finally, look at the structure, which is not easy for ordinary people who have not studied it. Because in order to see whether the structure is good or not, we must first know where the book style comes from, which book styles, which elements, which people, what is the structure of the original source, and what is the good structure. Only when you understand these can you compare them in your mind and get the quality of the structure.

Huang Liangliang's calligraphy is good at all, not like a beginner at all, the lines are lacking, and the structure is not visible for the time being, but on the premise that she has only practiced for more than two months, looking at her work, Wu Tingxin has to praise her outstanding talent.

But if he knew that Huang Liangliang was already a veteran of practicing calligraphy for more than ten years, I am afraid that he would be deceived.

At this moment, Wu Tingxin saw from Huang Liangliang's calligraphy, he felt that Huang Liangliang's talent had surpassed everyone he had seen, including his son, who was also talented in calligraphy.

At this moment, he already has the idea of accepting students, not the kind of teacher teaching dozens of students in the school, but the kind of teacher-student relationship that really passes on his mantle.

Huang Liangliang didn't know what Wu Tingxin was thinking at the moment, she waited anxiously until the end of school, and didn't wait for Lao Zhang's call, and the heart that was hanging finally let go of something.

Ye Zhuoqun cautiously came to Huang Liangliang's side like a thief, and asked softly in her ear: "Liangliang, why hasn't Teacher Zhang been looking for us......

"When I saw him in the afternoon, he didn't seem to know anything. Huang Liangliang also lowered his voice and replied.

"No, there's no reason for the headmaster to help us hide it, after all, we made such a big mistake. Ye Zhuoqun said puzzled.

"I don't know about this, anyway, let's take a step at a time, I'm going to go to the calligraphy classroom to participate in the activities of the calligraphy club, maybe I'll be able to see the principal then, if possible, I'll probe his tone again......"

"Okay, I'm going to go back and copy the school rules, I've only copied them a dozen times, and I don't know if it's too late. Ye Zhuoqun said with a bitter face and a long sigh.

The two were whispering, Wang Ping didn't know where to come out, looked at the two of them dissatisfied, and said, "What are you two whispering behind my back, are you talking bad about me again?"

The two immediately kept silent and shook their heads desperately, they all tacitly did not tell Wang Ping what happened yesterday, for fear that she would feel guilty when she knew.

"It's not like Liang Liang is going to go to the calligraphy club in a while, I'm curious and want to go with it. Ye Zhuoqun made up an excuse at random and said.

"As far as your bad words are concerned, you are not as good as me, isn't it obvious that you go to the calligraphy club to make people laugh?" Wang Ping opened his mouth unceremoniously and directly turned on the mockery mode.

Ye Zhuoqun was very angry, but he couldn't refute it, because what Wang Ping said was the truth, her grades were okay, but the words were really ugly, their family was different from the Wu family, the Wu family was a generation of scholars, and her family started from her grandfather's generation, his grandfather was born in a peasant family, although he was later admitted to the military school by his own efforts, but the family's background is always worse, her father is not very fond of reading, after graduating from high school, he went directly to the army to join the army, and was later forced by his grandfather to go to the military academy for further study for a period of time. And she relies on the neutralization of her mother's genes, and she is still quite enlightened in learning, but that stroke is a bit miserable, although she has practiced very seriously, but she does not have this convenient talent, and the result is half the effort.

"Ah Ping, you are wrong, practicing calligraphy is a persistent thing, we have only been learning calligraphy for two months, Ah Qun is not writing well now, it is normal for her to insist on practicing for three or four years, I am sure that it will not be worse than you and me now. Huang Liangliang was afraid that Ye Zhuoqun would lose confidence, so he hurriedly refuted Wang Ping's words and encouraged her.

"Then Liangliang, why can you write so well at the same time as us?" Wang Ping asked with some unconvincing.

"Because I started to practice calligraphy when I was in the welfare home, you also know that life in the welfare home is very boring, my biggest hobby is to practice calligraphy and reading, I can have the current results are because of the early efforts, so you don't have to be discouraged, as long as you work hard, whether it is grades, or calligraphy, you can improve." ”

Huang Liangliang said without blushing and heartbeat, and by the way, he brought a bowl of inspirational chicken soup to the two friends, but in fact, what she said was the truth, if there was no hard work in her previous life for more than ten years, where would she be outstanding now.

Huang Liangliang said goodbye to her two friends and went to the calligraphy classroom, when she arrived, the classroom was almost full, almost all of them were old students in the fourth and fifth grades, and there were a few who looked younger, at least in the third grade.

Everyone in the classroom was familiar with each other, and they were chatting there in groups of three or five, and when they saw Huang Liangliang walking in, they all immediately cast curious eyes.

"Little classmate, this is the calligraphy club, you are in the wrong place. A senior girl closest to Huang Liangliang looked at her and asked with a smile.

"This is a calligraphy class, right?" asked Huang Liangliang in a calm tone.

The senior girl was stunned by her question, and then nodded, "It's a calligraphy classroom, but there are activities in the calligraphy club here today, and outsiders can't enter casually." ”

"Then I didn't go to the wrong place, I just came to participate in the activities of the calligraphy club. Huang Liangliang smiled and said this very calmly.

"Don't be kidding, look at your appearance or a freshman, you have only practiced calligraphy for a few years, you can enter the calligraphy club, don't you start practicing calligraphy from your mother's womb. A tall and thin senior boy listened to Huang Liangliang's words, sneered and laughed, and said in a mocking tone.