Xin Huzi glanced at Sister Huiniang, who looked concerned about her. But it was fierce, and in his little head, there were some strange pictures! Then he turned his head again and picked up the small wooden stick that Master had placed next to the wooden box. Even if he didn't know why, he held a small wooden stick in the wooden box, and drew words in the fine sand.

Xin Huzi slowly held the small wooden stick in his hand and drew it in the fine sand in the wooden box according to the strange pictures in his little head, those words that he had never seen before, but had an unusually familiar feeling.

Look at the strange characters I drew with a small wooden stick. Xin Huzi is really strange! How could he suddenly pick up a small wooden stick and draw these strange-looking words on the fine sand in the wooden box? And when I look at it, these words drawn by myself are so familiar!

But where have you ever seen these words? How could these words, which I don't even recognize, write them so suddenly? Xin Huzi was thinking, but he still kept in his hand, holding the small wooden stick in his hand, writing in the fine sand.

Look at that kind of familiar words, but they don't know at all. Xin Huzi, who was drawing words in the fine sand, was a little anxious. It was as if this familiar feeling, but the words he didn't recognize, filled his heart with restlessness, hesitation and dissatisfaction!

"Yikes!"

Just as Xin Huzi frowned and drew the last stroke. Hui Niang has already come quietly to Xin Huzi's side.

And just now Hui Niang looked at Brother Huzi, suddenly turned her head and ignored herself, holding the wooden pen in her hand, as if she was drawing something in the sand table. But he was afraid that the younger brother of the tiger would not be messy, holding the wooden pen in his hand and scribbling on the sand table!

She knew the rules of her father's dormitory. No matter who you are, you can't scribble something with a wooden pen in the sand table used to learn calligraphy. At the beginning, there were really a few Tunren children who didn't know the importance of it, after worshipping their father as a teacher, out of fun, and scribbled something on the sand table in the school dormitory. was discovered by his father and ate several of his father's boards. In the end, the child's family brought back the scribbled child. Although the child's family begged the father bitterly, the father spoke, and he would never teach for the rest of his life, and the scribbling child learned to write!

Although Brother Huzi is Xin Shibo's child, she is really afraid that her father will see Brother Huzi scribbling with a wooden pen on the sand table. Thinking of this, Hui Niang hurried and quietly came to the side of Huzi's younger brother. And when she looked carefully into the sand table, she saw the brother Huzi, the few that he wrote, although crooked, but still very clear, the words he saw!

It was actually written by my father and hung on the wooden wall in front of me, those few words! Immediately, she was a little surprised, and she cried out softly because of surprise. I really didn't expect that Brother Huzi would be able to write so quickly!

Although the words on the sand table are very ugly. But I can still see clearly what this word is! And these Tunren children who followed their fathers and learned words in the school. Although every day, I have to learn words from my father. But there are still some children who write crookedly, just like what Huzi's younger brother wrote!

But Brother Huzi, this is the first day to learn words in Liaoli! Even if you can't write, isn't it because your father helped me write it? But I didn't expect that Brother Huzi was like this, silently not looking at it at all, hanging on the wall in front of him, those few big characters. From the sand table, I silently wrote down those words hanging on the wall in front of me!

Hui Niang, who was overjoyed, looked at the tiger brother who was still a little dazed. smiled and squatted in front of Brother Huzi's sand table, just looking at Brother Huzi, the words written on the sand table in front of him. It seems that Brother Huzi really has the understanding to learn words! It's so much stronger than yourself!

I still remember that when I first learned to write, I was not less disciplined by my father. A few times, after being trained by my father, I secretly ran to my mother and wiped my tears. It wasn't until later that I slowly memorized the words taught by my father. Now, I have learned all the words in the book.

But after learning the words himself, he would read the books on his father's shelf. But within a few years, my father set up a school in the middle courtyard of the house. I am a child, and I am often pulled into the dormitory by my father, helping to teach those who come to learn words in the dormitory, and the children of the Tun people learn words.

Sometimes, even the children of Tunren who are many years older than themselves have to let themselves help teach them!

"Hee-hee! Brother Huzi! I didn't expect you to learn pretty fast! It's only the first day I came to this liao to learn words, and I can already write down the words that your master hung on the wall! ”

Hui Niang whispered and said to the younger brother Huzi who was still at a loss. Because when you speak, your voice is very low. In the plus room, there is constantly the "rustle" sound of the children of the Tun people writing in the sand table. What she said to Brother Huzi was something that only she and Brother Huzi could hear.

After Xin Huzi listened to Sister Huiniang's words, she was even more puzzled! He looked there, what words did Master hang on the wall? Although the master hung a few pieces of paper with words on them on the wall in front of him. But I really didn't look at those few pictures, those words that were hung on the wall in front of me by the master!

Xin Huzi thought about it, and still looked at the master who was kneeling in front of him at this time, closing his eyes and recuperating. But after glancing at the master, he looked at the few pieces of paper that were hanging on the wall behind the master. As he looked closely, the large letters drawn on the pieces of paper. In his little head, those pictures with words are faint, overlapping with those words hanging on the wall!

"This, this, I drew it?"

Xin Huzi looked at the words on the fine sand in the wooden box in front of him again. It's true, just like Sister Huiniang said. Although the words written are large and small, they are really exactly the same as those written on the pieces of paper that Master hung on the wall!

Familiar, still so familiar. But in addition to familiarity, there is no clue about the confusion! Xin Huzi looked at the words in the wooden box, and that strange feeling resurfaced in his mind! It made him feel it again, and it seemed that he had already written down these words by himself, and he couldn't have been more familiar with it! Just like he is familiar with those small forests in the tunzi! But he is not only familiar, but also confused. Because he doesn't know these familiar but unrecognizable words!

Just as Xin Huzi was still looking, the words in the sand table in front of him looked dazed. Yan Moke, who was kneeling in front of him, opened his eyes again, but he found out that Hui Niang was squatting beside Xiaohuzi. Then he frowned, but he thought that Hui Niang was taking care of Xiaohuzi, and privately took advantage of the time when she closed her eyes to recuperate, and helped Xiaohuzi write in the sand table.

Immediately, Yanmo Ke slowly stood up from the futon. Slowly, he walked to Xin Huzi's side again. But it is to make those Tunren children who keep writing in the sand table "rustling" work harder, holding the wooden pen in their hands and writing in the sand table.

Especially the little fat man who ate Yanmoke a few times just now, the white-looking little fat man. Even as Yan Moke stood up, his whole body trembled with fright. But I remembered it again, and I was beaten by the master a few times just now. Immediately, he was more attentive and wrote in the sand table.

"Oh?"

Yanmoke, who came to Xiaohuzi's side, saw the words in the sand table in front of Xiaohuzi at a glance. But it was obvious at a glance that this word must not have been written by Hui Niang, who was squatting aside. Because the pen power and strength of this writing cannot be imitated. A discerning person can see at a glance that it is written by someone who cannot write. After all, Hui Niang has been learning calligraphy for many years, no matter how much she pretends to be, it is impossible to imitate such poor handwriting.

"Father! What do you think of the word Huzi? ”

Huiniang stood up with a smile, but she was not afraid that her father would see what Xiaohuzi wrote in the sand table. Because Xiaohuzi, on the first day of learning words, she was able to write like this, and even she was a little unbelievable.

"Hmmm! Not bad! ”

Yan Moke also smiled and nodded, but he was also very satisfied with what Xiaohuzi wrote, these crooked words! It's not much weaker than those who have followed themselves in the dormitory and studied for many days, and some stupid and fatal Tunren children. And the four-year-old little tiger, today is the first day, come to learn words in his own dormitory! It really surprised him! It seems that this kid from the Xin brothers' family is still an extremely intelligent boy by nature!

"Father! Brother Huzi's words, but he didn't even look at the wall, they were all written silently! ”

Hui Niang looked at her father's very satisfied smile, and then spoke again. But I want my father to be more satisfied with my brother. She was also happy because of her father's satisfaction with Huzi's younger brother.

"Oh? Can you not look at it at all? Write it down silently? ”

"Hmmm! I saw it with my own eyes! Hee-hee! ”

Yan Moke was a little puzzled after listening to Hui Niang's words. Xiaohuzi can look at his own words, and it is already very good to write it like this, but he didn't expect Xiaohuzi to be able to write it down so silently without looking at his own words. Even if it was right, the little Huzi who was still at a loss said: "Huzi, what your sister Huiniang said, but is it true?" ”

Although Xin Huzi was still at a loss, he could hear the master's words clearly. Even without a trace of hesitation, he nodded his little head.

Yan Moke looked at it for a while, and the words written on the sand table next to Xiaohuzi said: "Then, let me be a teacher, take a good look at how you write silently." ”