The calligraphy class in the afternoon was taught by the head teacher Lao Zhang, who was originally a Chinese teacher, and his handwriting was naturally very good, so it was more than enough to teach them these little children.

Lao Zhang first talked about the theoretical knowledge of a class, and let everyone do it in the second class, but he did not let everyone write immediately, but first instructed everyone to hold the pen to make sure that everyone could hold the pen correctly, and then let everyone start to try to write some simple strokes.

Most of the students write with pencils on weekdays, after all, they are only in the first grade, they don't know many words, and they usually make a lot of mistakes when writing homework, so it is easier to revise them with pencils. It's just that they are used to using pencils, and it is more difficult for them to write with a fountain pen, and eight-year-old children are still at a playful age, and if they are not careful, they will throw ink everywhere. Not long after I started writing, many of the students already had ink ideas on their uniforms.

Huang Liangliang has never used a fountain pen before, and he listened very carefully in class, after all, the fountain pen and the brush are still different, and she is not familiar with the posture and writing habits of the pen.

However, Huang Liangliang is still very talented in calligraphy, needless to say, the brush has been written for more than ten years, and the pen writing is not very difficult for her, but after practicing for a while, she gradually became proficient, and the strokes written are also fast and beautiful.

Lao Zhang saw that the students were writing seriously, so he was also satisfied with the classroom around, and when he saw a few good writings, he would stop to read for a while, and guide a few words from time to time, thinking in his heart that if he could find a few good seedlings, he would be sent to the city to compete after practicing for a few years, and maybe he would be able to get back a few trophies for the school.

When Lao Zhang passed by Wu Duxue's location, a slight hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, because he saw that Wu Duxue was not practicing strokes like other students, but was writing a red sticker.

The so-called red drawing is to outline the red grid on the paper, and the practitioner only needs to fill in the red grid. Generally, beginners have practiced calligraphy for at least three years before they can start writing red stickers.

Lao Zhang watched from the side for a while, the expression on his face became more and more satisfied, and he nodded and asked, "Look at your Feng, have you started practicing calligraphy?"

In this era, only those who are really home-related will have the habit of writing with a brush, so that other people's children will naturally start to practice calligraphy from an early age.

Wu Duxue stopped her pen and nodded slightly self-consciously and replied: "I only started learning at the age of six, my grandfather taught me the brush first, and the pen I practiced later." ”

Lao Zhang naturally knew Wu Duxue's family background, and he had long admired her grandfather, with a look of admiration on his face, and slowly said: "I also saw Mr. Wu's words in my early years, it is indeed amazing, you can learn from your grandfather, the future must be limitless." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for the compliment. Wu Duxue smiled slightly, as if she was a little embarrassed.

"This red sticker is good, you go ahead and finish it, and I'll look at your calligraphy in the next class." Lao Zhang smiled with satisfaction on his face and encouraged him again.

Then Lao Zhang looked at a few students in a row, but they didn't satisfy him very much, and there was even a fart kid who threw a drop of ink on his sleeve, which made him a little annoyed, and when he saw the back, he didn't have much thought, after all, good seedlings are not easy to find, and it is already rare to find someone like Wu Duxue.

Huang Liangliang's position was the first in the innermost row, she had been concentrating on writing, and did not pay attention to the movement in the classroom, after writing for a while, she had some itchy hands, took out a piece of rice paper that had not been written, and began to write on it the "Burrow Inscription" that she saw outside the library that day.

Because she liked it so much, she read it a few more times, and she memorized the whole text, and then she wrote it on the paper without any obstacles.

"The mountain is not high, there are fairies, the water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual......" She used the italics she wrote most often, because she was used to writing vertically, so she naturally wrote vertically, but it was also very neat, and there was no trace of crookedness.

Lao Zhang detoured to the last row, and he didn't plan to look at the rest of the people, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the words that Huang Liangliang was secretly writing.

He originally thought that he was wrong, because Huang Liangliang was obviously copying calligraphy, and beginners generally wrote large characters and painted red, and copying calligraphy should be practiced for at least three years, otherwise it would only be nondescript to write it.

Elementary school students can copy calligraphy, even in the home of reading poetry and books is a good achievement, after all, now there is more schoolwork, distracted energy, calligraphy is only a kind of cultivation after all. It is impossible to specialize in it with all its might.

In addition, almost all of the people who can copy the calligraphy are senior students, and it is almost impossible to put it on first-year beginners.

Lao Zhang felt that he must have been dazzled, and poked his head to see more clearly, but accidentally kicked the chair where Huang Liangliang was sitting.

Huang Liangliang was startled, and her elbow accidentally knocked over the ink that was placed aside, and the ink immediately stained the rice paper she was writing.

Huang Liangliang stood up in a panic and folded the stained rice paper.

This series of changes happened in a moment, and when Lao Zhang reacted, the rice paper in Huang Liangliang's hand was no longer readable, and he couldn't help frowning.

Huang Liangliang seemed to have only found Lao Zhang standing behind her at this time, his expression was still flustered, holding the rice paper in his hand, and he shouted in a snort, "Teacher Zhang......"

"Wipe the ink clean and don't stain your uniform. Lao Zhang said this, went around to the other side of the desk, and picked up a few pieces of rice paper that Huang Liangliang had just written, on which were simple strokes, although the writing was also very neat, but there was nothing amazing about it.

Lao Zhang put down the rice paper in his hand, still had some doubts in his heart, looked at the rice paper that was almost full of ink in Huang Liangliang's hand, hesitated for a moment, and still said, "Show me the paper in your hand." ”

Huang Liangliang smiled bitterly, put the rice paper behind his back, and said weakly: "Teacher Zhang, this rice paper is dirty, there is nothing to look at......"

Huang Liangliang didn't give it, and Lao Zhang didn't force her to take it out, and looked at the table in front of her, which was clean and clean, and there were no other books except textbooks and inkwells.

In other words, there is no original post...... So she couldn't have been copying the notebook just now, she was indeed reading it wrong.