Here, Mama Zhou and the Zhou family have reached a high degree of consensus on Shen Jiayan's education, but Shen Jiayan's life is not so easy. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This is a sheep's hair pen," Baizhu gently introduced in Shen Jiayan's ear: "It is specially made in Yangzhou, with a long pen edge, a lot of ink, and the words written are full and flexible." He took out another one from the pen holder, "This is a rat whisker pen, made of mouse whiskers, so the words written are also hard and straight, according to legend, Wang Xi's king everyone's "Lanting Collection Preface" is written with a rat whisker pen. With that, he took out another one, "And this, it's just a wolf pen..."

Finally waited for the introduction of Baizhu to finish, and she spread the pen in front of Shen Jiayan, "Miss, which kind of use do you like to use?" ”

This directly confused Shen Jiayan, what a wolf, in her eyes, these pens all look the same, how do she know which one she wants.

But she is also a good-looking person, and she can't show her cowardice in front of the new maid, otherwise she will have no face.

After such a struggle, she had no choice but to pick up a pen and look at it, touch the pen shaft and try the softness of the pen head, and finally curiously tugged at the hair of the pen head, Baizhu lowered his head and waited aside without making a sound.

Shen Jiayan touched it again and again, but he didn't decide one, two, three, four, so he had to cough slightly, and pretended to sigh: "I think these pens are excellent, and I can't make up my mind for a while, so why don't you help me choose one." ”

After listening to Baizhu, he stepped forward and picked out a pen, and respectfully held his hands in front of Shen Jiayan: "The slave thinks that this sheep's pen is more suitable for Miss, although it is more convenient for the hard pen at first, but it is not good for the future use of soft pen, on the other hand, although this soft pen is more difficult to learn at the beginning, but it has not only exercised the penmanship but also honed the pen, and the diligent contact can be applied freely, and it is more suitable for Miss." ”

Shen Jiayan didn't know anything about these at all, but in order not to look illiterate, he nodded after listening to it and took the pen.

"Slave and maid will study ink for you." Baizhu thoughtfully continued. These words can be said in Shen Jiayan's heart, and the shadow of the last time the ink was broken by grinding the ink is still lingering in her heart. She nodded happily and gave this little girl a high score in her heart. Just like that, Shen Jiayan finally completed today's red painting, although the brush writing is really not very elegant.

Finally at night, Shen Jiayan's boudoir was noisy.

"Mama, don't wash it for me, I'm going to wash it myself." Shen Jiayan shook the droplets on his face like a fried puppy, and complained to Mama Zheng. This ancient is the habit of having to be served by someone is too annoying, she really wants to wash her face by herself, she is such an adult, and she has to be helped by others to wash her face, she, a young woman in her twenties, really accepts incompetence.

I don't know that Mama Zheng didn't take her complaints to heart, the 7-year-old girl is only a little older, plus Shen Jiayan is smaller than other girls of the same age, and her height is not even one meter, such a child puffs out his cheeks and says that he wants to be self-reliant, except for making people shout cute, he really won't take it seriously.

Finally got through the washing of his face, Shen Jiayan was about to run to the bed, and Mama Zheng had to shake her head funny, and went down with Baizhu, leaving Zhu'er to watch the night in the room.

Maybe he was too active during the day, but he couldn't sleep at night, Shen Jiayan stared at the edge of the carved bed in a daze. She turned to her side and began to tease the beads on the floor again.

"Zhu'er, Zhu'er, come here." Shen Jiayan hooked his finger at Zhu'er and said.

Zhu'er glanced at her young lady curiously, and walked to Shen Jiayan's side according to her words, "Miss, do you have any instructions?"

"What is not told," Shen Jiayan said on the bed: "I can't sleep, let's chat." ”

"Okay." Zhu'er squatted on the edge of the bed, happily responding.

Shen Jiayan thought about what to talk about, and finally had to choose the most cliché routine: "Where is your home?" ”

"My home is the mansion," Zhu'er replied in surprise: "The mansion bought me back, and I am from the Shen mansion." ”

"What about your parents?" Shen Jiayan asked curiously.

A rare sullen expression appeared on Zhu'er's silly white face: "I don't know, I was sold to the house when I was a child." ”

Shen Jiayan had no choice but to poke at other people's sadness now, and he didn't squeak anymore, watching Zhu'er squatting on the ground lonely, Shen Jiayan was also a little unbearable. She thought for a moment and said to Zhu'er, "Don't sit on the ground, come up and sleep together." ”

"How's that going to work?" Zhu'er hurriedly waved her hand: "How can the slave and maid sleep with the young lady." ”

"It's okay, we're not good friends." Shen Jiayan waved his hand magnificently, and said again after seeing Zhu'er's still flustered expression: "If you don't come up, I'll tell Mama Zheng that you are this morning..."

Zhu'er was really fooled and hurriedly agreed, as if she was going to be kicked out if she didn't agree immediately.

Shen Jiayan moved inside, making room for Zhu'er, and the two little girls lay flat on the bed with each sentence, and fell asleep like this.

"Wake up, it's time to get up." Hearing this standard wake-up alarm, Shen Jiayan rubbed her misty eyes with both hands, and saw Mama Zheng looking at her with concern, she was busy in a cold sweat, and hurriedly turned her head to find Zhu'er's figure on the bed, no matter how she didn't understand the rules, she knew that if the maid was caught sleeping on the young lady's bed, she would be taught a very miserable lesson.

"What's wrong, miss?" Mama Zheng looked at Shen Jiayan's actions inexplicably.

"Looking for the pearls." Shen Jiayan picked it up smoothly.

"I'm here." Zhu'er poked her head out from behind Mama Zheng and secretly winked at Shen Jiayan mischievously, which made Shen Jiayan laugh out loud. Mama Zheng looked at the cute interaction between the two little girls, her face was not obvious, but she was also relieved in her heart.

Shen Jiayan was waited for and put on a dress, Mama Zheng asked Baizhu to tie her a double bun, and specially brought a pair of pearl hair rings on the two small tugs, and Shen Jiayan's pink little face was even more cute. This tender dress made Shen Jiayan a little uncomfortable even when he looked at himself blurred in the bronze mirror.

followed Zhou in, Shen Jiayan immediately did a good job as soon as he saw her figure, that look really a bit like a lady, Zhou didn't pick a thorn, and after bowing down to say goodbye, he said to Shen Jiayan gently: "Miss, it's time to go and say hello to the old lady." Such a gentle Zhou made the guarded Shen Jiayan not react, and when she reacted, people were already surrounded and walking on the way to the Yiyang Hall.