"Xiao Yue, yesterday I passed on your European style brushwork skills, did you memorize it?"

"Dad, our teacher said that we would take a fish to school tomorrow and observe the living habits of the fish. Would you like to accompany me to the county to buy a goldfish?"

"There are so many things to do in the last kindergarten? Goldfish, I'll go to the river pond to catch a big crucian carp later, and you will memorize the general skills of penmanship for me first." ”

The middle-aged woman who was washing clothes on the side shook her head, "Daddy, the teacher is talking about goldfish, what are you doing with a crucian carp? ”

"Then you memorize the general tips of penmanship first. ”

"What is the general trick of memorization, today's children learn English from an early age, and bilingual teaching is popular. What's the use of learning these broken calligraphy? Do you want Xiaoyue to be a farmer like you, who has no interest and has no interest all his life? You have to learn English from an early age, and when you grow up, if you can't keep up, you will become a lame subject, and it will be difficult to be admitted to university! You have no culture at all! Xiaoyue is good, go to the house and listen to the English story tape that your mother bought for you. ”

Zhong Yue glanced at the middle-aged man.

"Go, go, listen to your mother. ”

"Who are you scolding?"

"I say, listen to you!"

"You, are you looking for something? If you buy a goldfish for your child, you won't be happy, you can't make any money, and you want your child to be wronged with you, how can you be a father?"

"Where do I treat Xiaoyue badly? This kindergarten, you said you want to go to it, I also reported it to him, if we were young, it would be good to be able to go to elementary school, really, day by day, what is the use of this goldfish? Buy it as an ancestor to serve, you can't slaughter it to eat, it's better than a crucian carp." ”

"You elm head!"

Zhong Yue sat down on the small bench, and the old tape recorder at home was playing simple English stories.

"Every pen must be round, the strength is vertical and horizontal, and the contemplation is quiet.

When the word is reviewed, it is evenly stopped on all sides, and all eight sides are ready;

Length and shortness, thickness and compromise;

The heart and eyes are accurate, and the density is correct.

The most unbusy, busy will lose momentum; the second can not be slowed, slow is the bone idiot;

And not thin, thin when withered, not fat, fat is turbid.

Careful and slow, natural preparation, this is the most important thing. ”

Ouyang inquired about the general tips of the penmanship program, Zhong Yue listened to the English story, and slowly recited it silently.

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The peach blossoms outside the courtyard are gone, and the peach blossoms have not yet withered on the small lotus mountain.

On a table of eight immortals, a middle-aged man held Zhong Yue's hand, who was already in elementary school, and held a pen to knot.

"The eight tips of European sports that made you practice more diligently a year ago are to lay the foundation for today. You always complain that I don't teach you to write, it's boring to just practice strokes, but you don't understand, you can't learn the eight tricks of European style well, and you can't figure out the way at all with the thirty-six methods of knotting. I'm going to call what you're writing now called Stacked Zigzag. Pen, Li, Feng, you look at these words, they have a lot of parallel strokes, pay attention to their previous rows are sparse and even, not wide or narrow. If one side is narrow and the other is wide, it will be ugly. ”

"Dad, got it. ”

"Well, you practice slowly, I will practice the few words you just wrote, each word ten times. Father Zhong let go of his hand and stood aside to look at Zhong Yue's knotted calligraphy, which was already able to write with a pen hanging on his wrist.

"Hold your breath. ”

"The strokes should be done in one go, you see, how many times have you said it? Let you practice the eight tricks more steady, and now the problem is immediately exposed, this vertical is how I taught you? Da Ou uses ink, the vertical painting is like a 10,000-year-old vine, have you ever seen a rattan with a sharper needle?"

"Wrong, it should be written like this!"

"Yes, that's right this time, next time I'll have a longer memory!"

Zhong Yue held the pen and practiced calligraphy with his wrist in his hand, and his forehead was already sweating.

"What's going on? I said it all, Xiaoyue is now in the fourth grade, his studies are important, he is not allowed to practice calligraphy every day, except for weekends, he has to do homework at other times, make up for the Olympiad, you still occupy Xiaoyue to do homework, do you have a brain?"

"How can you practice calligraphy for three days and fish for two days and dry your nets? Learning is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. I knew that my studies were important, so I told Xiaoyue that I would practice for an hour on weekdays, and for an hour in the morning and afternoon every day on weekends. ”

"No! not for ten minutes. You haven't seen that your child is already going to be seven or eight o'clock in the evening just by doing his homework? Other children are still making up the Olympiad, what about you? What is the use of calligraphy, can it help Xiaoyue get into a key high school? Can it help him get admitted to college? I should have burned these broken pens and broken papers a long time ago, I am so soft-hearted, I have discussed with you in a good voice before, you are stubborn, do you have to joke about the child's future?"

"What crazy are you talking about? Calligraphy is passed down from generation to generation by our old Zhong family, when I was a child, my family was really poor, that is, I went to work as a carpenter as an apprentice, and I had to practice calligraphy under the oil lamp every day. ”

Pan Yuefeng bit her lip and said with tears in her eyes: "Zhong Dingrui! I'm really fed up with your stubborn temper! I'm going to divorce you! We live by ourselves, you go to do your calligraphy Spring and Autumn Dream!"

The spring rain is hazy.

That year, Zhong Yue cried in Pan Yuefeng's arms, shouting to his mother not to leave, but the husband and wife had become strangers.

"It's useless for your mother, your mother can't take you away, Xiaoyue, you have to be good, you must be admitted to college, only when you go to college, can you be promising." ”

"Mom, don't go, I'll study hard. ”

Pan Yuefeng's face was covered with rain, and her eyes were ruddy, and she wiped away Zhong Yue's snot, "I'm sorry, Xiao Yue." Mom is fed up with days like this. ”

The spring rain has never been so heavy.

The family has been torn apart since then. On this day, Zhong Dingrui looked at the two ladies in the peach forest and drank a large bottle of Erguotou.

From then on, Zhong Yue was no longer forced to write calligraphy.

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Scene after scene of the past replayed in Zhong Yue's mind. These childhood memories are often only at the end of the night, when the fifth watch is bright, and similar fragments occasionally appear in Zhong Yue's dreams.

Every time I think of this, I can't help but wake up in tears.

Is this time wrong, or is it who did it wrong?

It's a little cold, where am I?

Am I dead?

Why do I recall these things, am I accepting the judgment of fate?

Or are these just hallucinations?

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"I can't die...... There are still people waiting for me to go back......"

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Zhong Yue slowly opened his eyes, felt his body cold, raised his head and glanced at his body, and hurriedly wrapped himself in the quilt on one side. What kind of bastard is this who pulls himself out? He doesn't even keep a little Nene and does things so desperately?

Zhong Yue, who was still a little confused, could only hear a clear shout outside the house.

"Girls, let's work—la—"

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