Hui Niang, who was squatting aside, listened to her father's request to let Huzi's younger brother rewrite the words that hung on the wall in front of her. I hurriedly picked up the wooden brush and placed it next to the sand table. Immediately, in the sand table, the words written by Huzi's younger brother were smeared clean.

But when she just wiped off the words written by Huzi's younger brother in the sand table with a wooden brush. I suddenly regretted it again. But if you want to be the younger brother of the tiger, you can't write it silently? So what to do? Just now, I told my father that Brother Huzi didn't even look at it, and wrote the words hanging on the wall in front of him silently.

Hui Niang thought about it and looked at the younger brother Huzi, who was still a little dazed. At this time, I felt a little unavoidable in my heart, worried about my brother Huzi. Although she saw it with her own eyes just now, Brother Huzi didn't look at it, and wrote down the words hanging on the wall in front of her. But if the father is true, he wants the younger brother of Huzi to write it silently. Can Brother Huzi still write it down silently?

Thinking of this, Hui Niang wanted to find some reason. If Huzi's younger brother can't write silently, she will come out to interrupt. But Hui Niang, who was still thinking about finding a reason, heard Brother Huzi speak at this time.

"Oh!"

Xin Huzi listened to the master standing on the side, and asked him to rewrite the words he had just drawn somehow. When even a bite agreed. But at this time, in his mind, the picture of those words. When the master asked him to write silently, it was faintly in his mind.

Although Xin Huzi at this time was still like that, dazed and at a loss. But he was still very obedient to the master's words, and he held the small wooden stick that had been put down vertically. When even though it was smoothed by Sister Hui Niang with a wooden brush, the fine sand in the wooden box was drawn.

Xin Huzi's hand was upright, holding the small wooden stick. After touching the fine sand in the wooden box, he felt a little as if he should draw like this, and drew the words that kept appearing faintly in his little head.

At this time, Yan Moke was very serious, looking at the words that Xiaohuzi wrote in the sand table. When Xiaohuzi was just like that, holding the wooden pen next to the sand table vertically, he was still a little helpless, and said "hey" in his heart. But just now, when I entered the school dormitory, I was talking to these Tunren disciples. Speaking again, I want these Tunren disciples to correct their posture of holding the pen. But I don't want Xiaohuzi, this kid, it seems that I haven't heard it at all. Also, Xiaohuzi is only four years old. And it's the first time to come here to learn words, and it's understandable that you can't hold a pen.

And when Yan Moke saw Xiaohuzi's wooden pen and began to write on the fine sand in the sand table. His heart moved, then he was surprised, then he was happy, and then he was confused. But he didn't want Xiaohuzi's pen strength and the appearance of his writing, which made him still have a string of questions in surprise.

Yanmoke himself was born after the famous family of the county and county. Since childhood, he has been literate and read in the schoolhouse of his family. But he is also a leader in ethnography, and because of this, he has gradually gained his own reputation in the county. Then it spread to the state. And when he went to the state capital to study as a son of Yanmen in this county, he got acquainted with the daughter of the famous family Yue in the state capital and achieved the marriage contract of the family.

Although he has been far away from his hometown and homeland over the years, he has not slackened in his studies. When he saw Xiaohuzi, the posture of learning to write for the first time, he could see that Xiaohuzi was impossible, and he had learned words before. Moreover, Xiaohuzi is a child of the Tunren Orion family, and it is impossible for anyone to teach him to learn words. According to the law of Great Yan, learning words and reading is also one of the rights inherited by the children of the scholar clan. Because of this, there are not many ordinary people who understand and are literate.

And Xiaohuzi, who has never learned calligraphy, when he wrote the first stroke in the sand table, Yan Moke noticed a trace of abnormality. Because he can see from the strength and appearance of Xiaohuzi's pen that this should be the feeling of a person who can write for many years!

But when he continued to look at Xiaohuzi carefully, he wrote down the words that he hung on the wall in front of him. But my heart was even more surprised and confused. Although the words written by Xiaohuzi in the sand table are still so crooked, there is not the slightest mistake between the strokes! Xiaohuzi hadn't learned to write before this, even if he was smart enough to memorize the words hanging on the wall in front of him. That's not possible, this stroke, not a trace of wrong strokes. There is also the power of the pen, as long as you understand the way of calligraphy, you will know at a glance that it is a person who has been practicing words for many years, and only has the strength! But how old is Xiaohuzi? A child who is only four years old, where may he have years of learning words? Even if he learns from his mother's womb, he won't be able to catch up at all. But, how is this possible?

Yan Moke just looked at Xiaohuzi without saying a word, and wrote silently on the sand table one by one. But inadvertently, his brows furrowed from time to time. It's really very suspicious of Xiaohuzi, such a child who has never learned or written.

"Hee-hee!"

Hui Niang, who was on the other side of Xin Huzi, was relieved when she saw Huzi's younger brother, who kept writing on the fine sand in the sand table. looked at the younger brother of Huzi, the crooked handwriting written on the fine sand of the sand table. I feel that Brother Huzi is really tight! Immediately, I was happy again, and I secretly laughed.

Hui Niang's smile aroused the curiosity of the children of the Tun people who were learning words in the school in the previous ones. And the little fat man who had just been beaten by Master Yan's board couldn't help it, and secretly turned his head to take a look. Then he pretended to be serious, and kept writing in the sand table in front of him.

When Xin Huzi wrote down the last word, he put aside the small wooden stick he was holding vertically. But after writing these words that vaguely appeared in his little head, his heart was still full of incomprehension and confusion. But it is no longer like just now, and my heart is bored and impatient because of the familiar feeling.

He had a feeling that the familiar incomprehension and confusion seemed to be punctured over time. So as to get that familiar feeling, the hidden truth is general.

"Huh? Well! Hmmm"

"Hee-hee! Father, Huzi and younger brother have all written down silently! ”

"Hmm"

Yan Moke saw that Xiaohuzi had already written the words that had been hung on the wall in front of him in the sand table again. But it was also involuntarily "um" out, three long and short tones with different tones. There was some surprise, some confusion, and some certainty.

And when Hui Niang called herself, Yan Moke replied. But he was still silent in his thoughts, unable to extricate himself for a long time. I really don't know how to evaluate it, this kid from the good brother Xin's third brother's family is here.

"Huzi, do you recognize these words, which you dictated"

“”

Xin Huzi listened to the master ask him if he knew these words, but when he was drawn by himself, he was a little speechless all of a sudden. Because he vaguely felt that these words were so familiar to him. Such a familiar feeling also made him feel that he knew these words. But since you know each other, how can you not say it, what are these words called?

and his heart, as if he could poke it at any time, and he could understand at once what these words were. Let him do this, and he doesn't know what to say to the master. This kind of taste, which he can't say at all, and is all too familiar, really makes him both puzzled and confused.

"Hey! Toilet! Toilet! Master is asking you! Why don't you say it? ”

And Hui Niang, who was still squatting on the side, was stunned when she saw Brother Huzi facing it again, and was silently written by herself. hurriedly whispered to remind him. Then there is a reason why the master asks questions, and the disciples are not easy to answer, right?

"Huh? Oh! ”

Hearing what Sister Huiniang said about reminding herself on the side, Xin Huzi hurriedly responded. Then he touched his little head, knelt on the futon and raised his head, and said to the master: "I, I, I don't know, I just think, this, these words are quite familiar."

"Haha!"

Yan Moke, who listened to Xiaohuzi's reply, laughed. Then he stretched out his hand from the wide sleeve of his robe. But he still held it in his hand, a somewhat worn folding fan. When he used the folding fan in his hand and tapped it gently, Xiaohuzi's little head said: "It's quite familiar!" Hey! It's because you're quite familiar with it, and I'm stumped. ”

Yan Moke didn't want Xiaohuzi to say such things. In his opinion, since Xiaohuzi can write down the words he hung on the wall in front of him. Either that, when I was speaking just now, I already knew the words hanging on the wall when I was speaking. Another possibility is that Xiaohuzi only remembered the words hanging on the wall, but did not know the words. But I just didn't expect that Xiaohuzi would say it, and he was quite familiar with these three words.

"Hee-hee! It's familiar! If it's so familiar, what do you know what these words are called? ”

Hui Niang, who was beside Xin Huzi, laughed out loud again. Then he asked Brother Huzi, since you think these words are very familiar, then you should know what these familiar words are.

Xin Huzi listened to Sister Huiniang's words, and touched his little head again. Although he felt that these words were quite familiar, he really couldn't call them, what were these words.

"I, I don't know what it's called"

Xin Huzi, who was still touching his little head, honestly said what was in his heart again.