Duan Hong looked at her graffiti, which was not a chicken, a duck was not a duck's graffiti, and he smiled back and forth, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be several millimeters deeper.

An Ran's classmates were teased by him for a while, and he also felt ashamed of the wolf and ruined the rice paper.

Seeing that Duan Hong had already drawn the gorgeous peony picture, An Ran hurriedly changed his strategy again, not comparing painting with him, but directly writing big characters.

In order to waste being hit by five thunders, her conscience found that she finally stopped wilfully practicing good rice paper.

Instead, he went through a stack of old newspapers, borrowed a corner of Duan Hong's desk, rolled up his sleeves, and practiced seriously.

Duan Hong saw that she was very interested, so he patiently asked her to get up.

Considering that An Ran had no skills at all, Duan Hong was very meticulous and started from horizontal and vertical, and taught her one stroke at a time.

An Ran studied seriously, and his understanding was not low, and after some practice, he actually wrote a few words in a good way.

Although the penmanship is correct, she is purely god-like, and she can't stand scrutiny at all.

The two of them were happily immersed in the fragrance of ink, and time passed quickly unconsciously.

When Uncle Zhang knocked on the door and came in, it was close to noon.

Seeing Duan Hong standing behind An Ran and calling her to carry her wrist and book by hand, Uncle Zhang was stunned for a while before he hurriedly went up and greeted: "Master, you haven't left Mobao for a long time, why are you so happy today?" ”

"Ann girl, remember grandpa's words......" Duan Hong did not rush to answer Uncle Zhang's words, but slowly and methodically held An Ran's hand and demonstrated: "If you write like a god, the first pen must be steady when it falls, and the pen must be neat and tidy, so that the words written can be upright and vigorous!" ”

After Duan Hong taught An Ran skills, he turned his head to look at Uncle Zhang, and said with a smile: "The weather is good today, it's rare that An Yatou is willing to stay in the study with me, so I'll come over to paint and pass the time." ”

"The master's calligraphy and painting have always been unique, how can it be called graffiti painting!" Uncle Zhang immediately flattered him with a shy face.

Duan Hong walked slowly to the sofa and said with a smile: "Dekui, you know how to say good things and make me happy!" ”

Uncle Zhang smiled and touched the back of his head, and soon glanced at the door again, and hurriedly greeted: "You kid, what are you doing there, why don't you come and call the master!" ”

With his reprimand, a red figure slowly appeared at the door.

An Ran just dropped a stroke, and as soon as the red figure in her eyes appeared, she immediately raised her head inattentively.

The girl at the door, who is about the same height as hers, but whose size clearly exceeds her tonnage!

Although the other party's face is round, it is not very delicate, and it is even fat.

But one white covers three ugliness, her fair skin, plus her reasonable facial features, is also quite lovely.

When her eyes moved from her face to her dress, An Ran couldn't help but roll her eyes!

Her outfit is really festive!

A water-red sweater inside, a bright red padded jacket outside, pants are sweatpants with red edges, and a pair of jujube red sneakers on the feet.

I almost don't have a red pom-pom hat anymore!

Seeing that she seemed to be a little afraid to enter the room, she hesitated to drag her steps, and whispered timidly: "Hello Master Duan!" ”

Duan Honggang took the pipe, looked up in surprise and asked, "Dekui, who is this?" ”

Uncle Zhang looked embarrassed, and hurriedly bowed down and explained: "Master, this is Xuanxuan, my son-in-law is an anxious son, I just told them about the transfer yesterday, and he actually sent the child over early this morning...... You didn't say hello to me beforehand, you see......"