The old ten steps came over: "Who dares to say that about you!" You're from Mongolia, shouldn't you be good at Chinese? If they speak you, you'll be able to speak Mongolian with them! Presumably they are not as good as you, how well you speak Chinese! ”

Lao Shi walked to the desk and looked at the account book written by Wen Wense, face. All. Red. Finish.

This, this, is this still a word?

Fu Jin probably hasn't taken a brush, and every word he writes is quite large, if it is small, it can be circled in black and can't distinguish the strokes.

Far away, it's like a pack of wild dogs scattering wild on the paper in various postures!

Lao Shi looked at it and wanted to laugh, but he tried his best to endure it: "What you want to learn, Master will teach you." ”

"Let's write my name first."

Lao Shi straightened his chest, dipped in ink, and with a stroke of his pen, his name jumped on the paper.

"Oh my God, what a magnificent word! I, can I just learn the font of the master! "The original text is star-eyed.

The word Lao Ten is much more chic than their principal, and even she who is not very knowledgeable can see what is called the back of the paper and what is the integrity.

It's a pity that she hung her head again: "I'm afraid I won't be able to write these good words in my life." ”

Lao Shi's eyes are lit up, and his mouth is about to reach his ears!

The Fu Jin I married is so cute!

In order to have a common language with him, she learned to write calligraphy in the study during the day, and most importantly, she wanted to come to the old ten's sticker!

As a famous scumbag in the study, he has been beaten and scolded countless times for schoolwork since he was a child, and this is the first time that someone admires and worships his Mobao, and Chi Guoguo's eyes make him embarrassed.

The most important thing is that Fu Jin said it sincerely. As long as you see Fu Jin's hand, you can know how sincere her worship is.

"Okay, doesn't it mean that where there is a will, there is a way, as long as you are willing, the master will teach you every day, sooner or later, your words will be as grand as the master!"

Lao Shi endured the smugness, curled the corners of his mouth, relaid a piece of paper, sat down, put Wen Wense on his lap, and taught her to take a pen and paste it.

Gardi-Aba-Borzigit!

"It's your name! Galdi means phoenix, you are the phoenix of the master's family, and the lord will call you that in the future! ”

Lao Shi smiled and said as he wrote Mongolian, Manchu and Chinese three different characters.

Kangxi's son, even the worst straw bale Lao Shi, was proficient in the three Chinese languages.

The original text endured shyness and took it seriously!

She thought, to put it in the modern era, just the old ten level of calligraphers, that class is not a few hundred yuan will definitely not be invited, she will study hard, more skills are not pressing, maybe back to the modern era can open a calligraphy school or something, teaching students a month income is very considerable!

Lao Shi's heart was proudly like a drunk old cat, and the smile couldn't be suppressed like the breathing sound of a snoring old cat, holding his little Fujin in his arms and learning to write with her hands, she could tremble in his arms like an earthquake, his ears and neck were pointed, and he kept red, his position was good, and he looked down from the neckline, and there was no place that was not red.

It's a pity that Fu Jin's body is too delicate, and he was too rough that night, which scared her, as soon as he said that he wanted to sleep, or felt his male majesty, he trembled into a hedgehog group, and if she went down, she had to cry!

He thought twice and decided to slow down.