"That's not going to work!" Zhang Caiwei replied for Na Chunxiao: "Chunxiao is going to study in Yuren High School, where there is only one day off a week, and when the time comes, I will come to study with you, who will accompany me at home." ”

"Is it important to study or to have nothing to do with you?" The old man's face immediately became stern, "You graduated from college, you don't know how to contribute to society, you just know how to eat, drink and have fun, do you want such a good child as Chunxiao to be like you?" Hmph, one by one, you are all used to being a different person by your mother. ”

"Why are you teaching the child and pulling it on me? Emotional children are not yours, what is wrong with your mind is mine, right? The grandmother, who had been smiling and watching everyone talk, was not happy, and squinted at the old man and said angrily.

The old man choked, and his flabby old face was flushed red.

"Grandpa, why don't you do this, I will come to you every weekend to read with you in the morning, and go home in the afternoon to accompany my aunt, is this okay?" Na Chunxiao was afraid that they would quarrel over this matter again, so she was emboldened, so she whispered.

Actually, she hadn't had much contact with the calligraphy and carving that the old man said just now, but she thought she would like it. Also, the old man is very knowledgeable, and if you study with him, you will definitely learn a lot. It's never a bad thing to learn the knowledge and skills in your own hands.

Her mention was unanimously approved by the old man and Zhang Caiwei, and everyone finally stopped arguing and talked to Helele.

There are many people in the main hall, in addition to the eldest uncle and aunt, the second uncle and the second aunt, there are also the uncle's son Zhang Jiashu and daughter Zhang Qingyi, that is, the little girl who was reprimanded by the old man just now. Zhang Caiwei also has a sister named Zhang Wenyin, who didn't come over today.

At noon, Na Chunxiao stayed to eat, and after eating, the old man couldn't wait to take her to the study.

That Chunxiao almost fell in love with the place the moment she smelled the rich fragrance of books in the study. Different from the Li family's reading room, there are not many books, but almost all of them are ancient books, and the ink is printed and dyed, which naturally exudes a faint fragrance of ink.

"You can read these books if you want to, but you can only read them in the study, don't get dirty and break them." When the old man saw that Chunxiao was looking at his baby in a daze, he gave birth to a feeling of sympathy, and said to Na Chunxiao with a smile.

Na Chunxiao nodded obediently, and she was also very happy.

"Grandpa, I'm stupid, don't dislike me." Na Chunxiao walked to the old man's side, watched the old man lift his sleeves and polish the ink, and said a little embarrassed.

The old man didn't raise his head, and the movements of his hands didn't stop, he only said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of stupidity, but I'm afraid that I don't know that I'm stupid." Look at your aunt, and your sister Qingyi, they all think that they are already very good, and they don't seek improvement all day long, that is really stupid. ”

That Chunxiao doesn't agree with this, everyone has their own pursuits, some people like to live a dull life, they like their parents to take care of their shortcomings, and they can't deny others just because they don't like these.

However, she did not argue with the old man, who was old, and thought that such thoughts were already ingrained.

After the old man finished grinding the ink, he spread out a piece of rice paper and wrote it freely. That Chunxiao didn't know calligraphy, but he could see that the old man's handwriting was very beautiful. How nice it would be if one day she could write something like that.

"How? Do you like it? After the old man finished writing, he looked up and asked Na Chunxiao.

"Grandpa's handwriting is very beautiful, I like it very much", Na Chunxiao nodded and replied.

The old man laughed proudly, stepped out of the way, and let Na Chunxiao pass, "You can also give it a try." ”

Na Chunxiao's expression was stunned, and he looked at the old man with some embarrassment, "Grandpa, I'm not good." ”

When she used to go to school, she learned calligraphy with a brush, and it was in a writing class once a week, and at that time, she wrote it all to cope with the teacher, not to mention the process of writing, and even the posture of holding the pen, she forgot everything.

"It doesn't matter, you can write how you want to write, and your grandfather will teach you after you finish writing." The old man said with his hands behind his back and like an old master.

Only then did Chunxiao step forward and re-lay a piece of rice paper, thinking about the posture of the old man holding the pen just now, stroke by stroke, and carefully write on the rice paper.

Rao is her extra attentiveness, and the words she writes are still difficult to see. After reading it, the old man only said: "It's okay, practice more, and you will always improve." ”

After that, he did not teach Na Chunxiao calligraphy as he said earlier, but took out a fountain pen notebook from the drawer, and asked Na Chunxiao to sit down and write a few words according to the notebook, and then write whatever he wanted.

That Chunxiao did it one by one, and showed it to the old man after writing it.

The old man looked at it for a while and sighed, "The ruler is short, the inch is long, it is not easy for you to read so many books at a young age, so it's better to take your time when it comes to writing." ”

The old man said it very tactfully, but Na Chunxiao knew what he meant.

Her handwriting, whether it is a soft pen or a hard pen, is not even barely readable, it is really ugly!

Because the pen was pointed and dangerous, doctors and nurses did not dare to give it to her, so during the thirteen years of her captivity, she only read books, but never wrote. In other words, her current level of handwriting is still at the same level as before she was twelve years old!

"Don't worry, Grandpa, I will definitely practice hard in the future." That Chunxiao hung her head slightly and whispered.

The old man patted her on the shoulder and handed her the notebook that she had just asked her to write, "This is the beginning, keep practicing every day, and there will always be progress." As for the brush characters, you don't use them often in school after all, so it's better to wait for the pen characters to be practiced well, and I will guide you. ”

After speaking, the old man took out a small red lacquered wooden box from the innermost part of the drawer, this box was some years old, and the red lacquer on it had fallen off.

"This is the fountain pen that my grandfather used back then, and I gave it to you." The old man handed the box to her.

Na Chunxiao took it respectfully with both hands and thanked the old man.

After that, the old man didn't let her write anymore, but only asked her some questions, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, involving a wide range of aspects, and Chunxiao could answer nine times out of ten.

The old man was very surprised, that Chunxiao could answer the origin of a few names, and he only thought that she liked books like Chu Ci, so she would remember it so solidly, but he didn't expect her to know so much, so he could know how many books she had read, and how wide the scope of reading was.

This kind of reading, let alone a sixteen-year-old child, is probably not as good as his two sons who have been cultivated for many years! If this continues, over time, this child's future may be beyond his reach.

The more he thought about it, the more excited the old man became, as if a person who likes gold, stone and jade suddenly found a piece of dusty jade, and hoped that this piece of jade would become a rare thing in the world after being carved by his hands.

PS: Thank you for your support, Mo Mo Da~ It's already Wednesday, and there are two more days to go to the weekend, (*^__^*) Hee hee...... Hope for life has been rekindled.