"It's cold on the ground, watch out for your body, get up quickly, you have such a mind for the Father already knows!" Shen Sicheng showed pity in his eyes, stepped forward and leaned over to help his second daughter, the cold and piercing feeling in his hand made him hurriedly put the warm cover in his hand on the child's red and swollen hands, only he heard and saw it, and he already knew that he had suffered this child all these years! "This is practicing calligraphy? Is it already open? Don't have paper? How to practice calligraphy on a slate? ”

On a simple four-legged wooden table composed of four wooden legs and a panel, there is a smooth stone slab the size of a half table, so smooth that it has been washed and polished by years of writing. The ink color on it is deep, the thin ink handwriting, not to say the wind bones, the glyph, but it is horizontal and vertical, one by one, the handwriting is regular, upright and powerful, it can be seen that the practice of words is extremely commendable, not thousands of tempers undoubtedly achieved! Idealism is commendable, Shen Sicheng's appreciation is getting stronger and stronger, and his heart is becoming more and more suspicious and pitying!

It's just that he doesn't know that the house can't even afford to supply paper, tables and chairs for girls to practice calligraphy? The writing environment of his second daughter's pen practice is so shabby!

Taking advantage of the trend, Shen Fangnian said respectfully: "Between the ages of three and four, the mother of Meng's nurse learned and taught, and she knew a few words to open Meng, and she didn't understand what it meant!" I often hear the nurse say that in previous years, my father's good words were praised by others, and my daughter was proud of it, picked up the pen and honed one or two! The daughter's qualifications are stubborn and stupid, her hands are weak, and her handwriting is unbearable, so she must not waste paper, and her brother is skillful and chisels this stone slab for her son to practice! And write and wipe, only with hard practice does not fall, diligent to make up for one or two! ”

Shen Sicheng almost wanted to move his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, what could he say? Are you a beautiful daughter from a dignified four-grade official family, and you still have paper to practice pen at home? Or can it be said, not to mention the eldest daughter they carefully raised, they only like to use the snow-white and delicate fragrant snow raft produced by Xuexintang, the young girl and the youngest son dislike learning boring, and this spring to practice calligraphy, but he cherishes the Chengxintang paper raft as a toy? And tear and play and still? It's a concubine, and she has been waiting for pen and ink since she was a child, and she can use it as she likes?

He can't even say it, this obvious difference is treated differently, how can he talk to this filial and considerate daughter who loves his parents, who is only six or seven years old and has just begun to understand human affairs? Although how parents treat their children, just like how a king treats his subordinates, thunder and rain are kings' grace, but this is also his blood and blood, but he lives a life that is not as good as the servants and maids in the house, isn't this, isn't it・・・・・

A father cannot provide a good life for his children, so what kind of face does this give him to show the majesty of a father in front of this daughter?

Shen Sicheng was sad and indignant in his heart, gently stroked the top of Shen Fangnian's head lovingly, suppressed the tumbling love in his heart and said: "My son is so diligent and unremining, he knows the three flavors of learning, and he is very pleased to be a father!" Sister Nian has laid a solid foundation, and her pen power is beginning to form, so you can try to copy everyone's template.! “

"There are two volumes of hand-drawn hand-drawn pre-generation female family Wei Mrs. Wei's real sticker, back to my father let the inkstone to you to send over, father learned the font creator Wang everyone, is the teacher of Mrs. Wei. The hairpin lines of the Wei family are delicate and peaceful, elegant and graceful, high and elegant, and Mu Ruo is breezy, which is suitable for my character. ”

"I hope that my son will be gifted by the relics of the ancestors, and the ancestors of the book will be beautiful! I'll be practicing on paper since I was a child, and the feel of practicing on the slate is different from that on paper! Although the conditions at home are limited, you can still afford to practice paper! "He has always liked calligraphy, and he should be happy to have a woman like this!

"The daughter thanked her father for his pity, it was cold in winter, and asked her father to go into the house with her daughter and drink a cup of hot water to get rid of the cold!" Covering the hand in his hand with one hand, he was pitied by his father, very cherished, and stretched out his hand to lead, Shen Fangnian asked Shen Sicheng to move and lead on the side.

Shen Sicheng stepped forward, and as Shen Fangnian crossed the threshold, he entered the small hall. The Wulou is the place where the owner's house appreciates the flowers in spring and the pine chrysanthemums in autumn before the back garden that was later purchased and merged into the main building structure of the Shen family. This small hall is not small, but it seems to make Shen Sinian even more cold.

One side is a few long cases, the two sides of the desk are a few high, two pairs of blue and white figures of the shrugging large reward bottle, a few sides of the backrest chair that can no longer see the original color, with a set of ordinary blue and white fine porcelain tea set, is all the furnishings in this huge hall, if it is not for the clever orderly placement of a few pots of coarse porcelain pots in the open space carefully cared for holly potted plants, lush and vibrant, relieving the empty and desolate, simple and unsightly scene of the room.

It's just that on nine cold days, the room is cold to the bones without a trace of heating, and the small charcoal stove in the corner is only enough to store hot water, and it can't fight against the cold in the room. The light is also half dim, nothing more than that, the second daughter is practicing calligraphy in the courtyard, there is no difference between inside and outside the house, and the light outside is brighter, even he will make this choice. It's just that even if he has experienced the decline of his family, he has not been poor to this point!

"Daddy, please use some hot water to drive away the cold, the indoor is cold, Daddy Lao first endure for a while, Bao Sheng has gone to get the charcoal fire, roll Bi, see if Bao Sheng is back?" Shen Fangnian personally carried the pot to a cup of hot water and served it to Shen Sicheng, with a slight guilt on her face, as if she was ashamed that she couldn't make the room warm because of her father's arrival.

"Girl, Sister Juan Bi, I'm back, the princess who should kill a thousand knives, Mrs. Ma, actually said that there is no carbon and no food in the house, carbon grain is a precious thing, it costs a lot of money to buy, not who wants it, this day is dripping and freezing, they also said that it is not cold, let us endure it and pass!"

"Talking nonsense with your eyes open, who is this deceiving! When I didn't know that they had deducted the girl's rules and made up for themselves, the little girl in their house also said that when she slept, she had to light two charcoal basins and put enough carbon to warm up, and on weekdays it was chickens and ducks, and her elbows were full of oil! ”

"If I hadn't remembered that the girl said that it was not easy to quarrel in the New Year, I would have to reason with them, no matter what the girl is, she is also a girl in the house, how can she let those who kill a thousand knives practice! Aren't I still asking for the girl's sub-cases this month, those evil-minded black-hearted ghosts, there are more sub-cases deducted this month, why don't you kill them! ”

Through the door of the hall, Shen Sinian saw that the courtyard door was squeaked open, a double bun, half-old grass green bottom crimson edge with a green belt tied around the waist, twelve or thirteen-year-old little maid dragged half a basket of charcoal in her left hand, a half-full bag of rice grain in her right hand, and a radish with a lot of cyanin, after muttering like a cannon, she was full of surprise and said happily: "Girl, I have to get radish today, I can let Hong's mother pickle it when I go back, and it is the most appetizing to accompany the meal in the morning!" I'm also very good, but I can use it! ”