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The sunlight shines through the window lattice on the big kang near the window, and Cui Xiaoxiao is lying on the small table on the kang with a sad face writing ink tuantuan. 【△Net】

She is a person who can't write beautifully with a hard pen, and she was actually asked by her eldest brother to write a beautiful calligraphy, which is very painful to think about, but my brother's life is unbearable, so I have to continue to practice.

Since Cui Xiaoxiao did not recite poems on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Cui Yuanjian has been strict with her, and like their brothers, they have to practice calligraphy without saying that they have to endorse books.

Fortunately, Cui Xiaoxiao read the same books as their brothers, instead of books such as "Women's Training" and "Women's Commandments", if that was the case, she felt that she had nothing to love.

It's not that Cui Yuanjian is open-minded if he doesn't choose that kind of book, he just wants to read the same book, so that he can check how much his little sister reads.

The most annoying thing about this incident is that Cui Yuanjian used the story of hurting Zhongyong to educate her, thinking that he still told him this story himself!

For this reason, Cui Xiaoxiao couldn't say anything about refusal, so she could only frown.

And after the eldest brother looked at the words she wrote, he calmly spit out two words 'double', Cui Xiaoxiao has to write twenty big characters every day, ten in the morning and ten in the evening, and she hasn't finished writing ten in the morning.

When Jingqiu came, he saw a little girl wrinkled with a bun face, with ink on her face, a pair of fat hands holding a brush, writing down one ink ball after another, the word was soft and lying on her stomach, extremely ugly, and there was no wind at all, just like the dough, it seemed that she could change the shape with a twist.

Jing Qiu really didn't expect such a smart little girl to write such a handwriting. I really can't see it, cough and said, "You don't have much pen like this, write the brush words to pay attention to the press, this word here to mention, here to press, so that the pen, the horizontal skimming to straighten, so that the words written out are much more beautiful." ”

He wrote a few strokes on the paper, and a willow character jumped on the paper, opening and closing, and the thickness of the lines changed significantly, Cui Xiaoxiao looked much better than what he wrote.

Jing Qiu's words are strong and powerful, not the dragon flying and phoenix dance that Cui Xiaoxiao thought, wanton and arrogant, they all say that words are like their people, Jing Qiu should not be what they see.

Cui Xiaoxiao followed what Jingqiu said, and honestly began to rewrite.

Jingqiu looked at the little girl, lowered her head, and stroked one stroke at a time, but the word was still surprisingly ugly, although she was younger, it was not easy to write the word so ugly.

I think I started learning Chinese characters at the age of three, and it's much better than this.

Cui Xiaoxiao finished writing a big character and asked hopefully, "This big character, ...... written?" How is it? ”

Jingqiu sighed, he couldn't say the word 'good', so he could only say, "You sit down, hold the pen, and I'll take you to write it again." 【△網】"

Jing Qiu's big hand held Cui Xiaoxiao's hand, feeling the warmth from the palm, Cui Xiaoxiao was surprised that this palm was not as cold as that face.

Cui Xiaoxiao looked at Jing Qiu's side face, his expression was serious, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of brilliance because of this seriousness, which was extremely dazzling, not at all like the obedient person on weekdays.

"Can you remember clearly?" Jing Qiu asked, "Write another one." ”

The little man, holding the pen, wrote stroke by stroke. Jingqiu looked into the distance through the window lattice, he remembered that he was like this when he was young, insisting on practicing calligraphy every day, cold and summer, just so that his father could praise himself.

Later, he practiced his handwriting, but his father was no longer the father who would hold himself and smile at himself. No one reads the words that have been practiced so hard.

A wry smile crept up the corners of his mouth, and Jing Qiu thought that he really cared.

looked down at the villain lying on the kang table, writing one ugly word after another with a serious face, it seemed that she didn't look good, her eyebrows were protruding, and her ruddy cheeks were slightly bulging, which was very cute.

Looking at such a scene, Jing Qiu felt slightly better. Sit on the edge of the kang and grind the ink for the little one.

Jingqiu came with Qiuyi, and after entering the door, he sent Qiuyi to let him accompany the two children up the mountain, and he and Cui Xiaoxiao were left at home.

After going back that day, he carefully thought about the suggestions given by Cui Xiaoxiao and took a series of measures, which achieved remarkable results, and his shop really stood firm.

Now there is more than enough to defend the city, and there is not enough development, and Jingqiu is not satisfied.

If you want to develop further, you can't just rely on these small fights to make profits. He has also made a lot of efforts these days, and when he has an idea in his heart, he wants to come over and talk to Cui Xiaoxin and listen to her opinion.

Maybe Cui Xiaoxiao shocked him too much that day, and he subconsciously wanted to tell her. It would be better to be recognized by her, and if it was not recognized, it would be good to find some faults.

After listening to Jingqiu's intentions, Cui Xiaoxiao was in a state of bewilderment with a capital letter.

Sure enough, if you can't pretend to compare, you will definitely be struck by lightning.

What Jingqiu said, she would know where she would. I have a few pounds and a few taels, Cui Xiaoxiao knows it, and it is okay to be clever in ancient times according to modern life experience.

What she relies on is just a little more knowledge than others, one is not to study management, and the other is not to go through the baptism of the university of society, just a few experiences in life.

Cui Xiaoxiao made up her mind and didn't say anything, "Young Master Liu, do you know how old I am this year?" ”

Without waiting for an answer, Cui Xiaoxiao continued, "More than five years old and less than six years old, what can I do at this age, it is not easy to come up with those ideas."

Besides, how could I have come up with those ideas alone, I have two older brothers, and I have been through a lot after my father died, so I have to be careful and think more about those ideas.

I would never have thought of it alone. ”

Jingqiu was inevitably a little disappointed when he heard this, is that it? With the few shops left to him by Grandma Qiu, can you be a rich idler?

Why is there always a voice in the bottom of my heart saying no? In order to deceive his mother-in-law, he had been debauched and uninhibited, drunk and dreamed of death, but was that really what he wanted?

What does he want? Jingqiu didn't know, maybe the rouge shop was just an introduction, an introduction that he wanted to do something seriously.

What to do in the future is up to him, just do it now.

Originally, Jingqiu had a hint of decadence, but then somehow, the whole person was different, it seemed that the shackles in the bottom of his heart had been opened, and the whole person was full of strength and spirit, and he was about to overflow.

Looking at Jingqiu like this, Cui Xiaoxiao couldn't help but speak, "Although I don't know what to do, you can always learn something by looking at how those century-old shops are run." ”

Jingqiu nodded, thanked him, and left.

Some of the roads have to be walked by yourself.

(To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.