In the afternoon of the next day, Xie Jiashu entered Liuyun Courtyard after taking a nap, and after a meeting with Qiu Xiyin, Shuanglu took her to Chongguang Courtyard with her.

Because it was still early, the two decided to walk over, and along the way, Xie Jiashu carefully told Qiu Xiyin about Xie Tanwei's habits and preferences, told her not to be tired, and asked her about the specific situation when Xie Tanwei came to see her yesterday.

It's almost time to say that, Qilu Pavilion has also arrived, and Xie Jiashu directly led Qiu Xiyin to the third floor.

It was Ning Shenzhi who was sitting and reading a book outside, and when he saw them coming, he waved his hand to exempt them from the courtesy, and pointed to the inside, "Chonghua is inside."

As soon as his words fell, Xie Tanwei pulled the clogs out of the room, in this warm and cold spring weather, he stepped on the ground of the bluestone slab step by step with bare feet and clogs, it was obviously too simple to step on the ground, and he did it, but it showed a very chic and elegant state, and the style was peerless.

"Yinyin, I thought about it all night yesterday, and I think that with your talent, the top priority is not to learn to draw with me immediately, but to practice calligraphy first, first learn how to move the pen, use force, and then talk about other things."

Still the same as in the previous life, Xie Tanwei didn't immediately let her learn to paint with him, Qiu Xiyin was relieved, and replied respectfully, "It was my grandfather who taught me personally, and I am following the post to paint red."

Xie Tan was slightly shocked, "Still painting red?" ”

Qiu Xiyin lowered his head embarrassedly, "My grandfather said that I have neither talent nor interest in calligraphy, so I don't have to force it, the important thing is to be steady and steady, so that I can see people in the future."

Xie Tan was slightly angry, "Calligraphy and painting have the same origin, you have amazing talent in painting, how can you not write well?" It must be your grandfather who is lazy and refuses to teach you! ”

Qiu Xiyin, "......"

Little uncle, in fact, my grandfather has really done his best.

"You write a word and let me see".

There is only a green jade bookcase in the center of the entire outer room, which is for Xie Jiashu and Xie Tanwei to learn books, which is nearly twice as wide and much longer than the normal bookcase, and there are four rose chairs facing each other.

And now, on the side of the bookcase, sitting in her direction, Ning Shenzhi held the book in his hand and sat on the rose chair, without the slightest intention of getting up and saying goodbye.

Qiu Xiyin had no choice but to walk to the rose chair diagonally opposite him and sit down, Ning Shenzhi pushed the inkstone placed in the center of the bookcase to her, the ink inside was rich and fragrant, and rippled slightly with his movements.

Qiu Xiyin chose a fine pen from the pen stand, absorbed the ink, and put down the pen.

Xie Tanwei walked up to her, frowned when she saw her put down the first stroke, and when she finished writing a hateful character, she couldn't help but roar, "Are you stupid?" You've never practiced calligraphy, have you? ”

Her words should be Yan Zhenqing's regular script, not to mention the artistic conception of the pen, just look at her unskilled pen holding posture, the jerkiness of the pen, the soft strokes, and the words that can't even be done to know that she hasn't practiced words well at all.

No, no, I guess I've never practiced calligraphy!

Xie Jiashu said busily, "Uncle, Yinyin has been weak since he was a child, and he has to learn to paint, where there is a lot of kung fu to practice calligraphy, and it is normal to write badly."

Xie Tan ignored him slightly, stared at Qiu Xiyin and said, "You give me an honest explanation, how did you learn from your great-grandfather before?" How long do you practice per day? ”

Qiu Xiyin looked at the word "Qiu" she wrote sadly and angrily, she had unreservedly played the level of "accumulated a lifetime" in her previous life, but she was still seen through at a glance!

"Well, how did I learn from my great-grandfather, that is, I took Mai Mang and Huang Xiu to learn words together, well, Mai Mang and Huang Xiu practiced calligraphy for half an hour every day according to their great-grandfather's explanation, and they were absolutely not lazy," Qiu Xiyin said honestly in a small voice.

Xie Tanwei, "......"

Xie Jiashu coughed, okay, such blatant laziness really wants people to make excuses for her, and she can't find it!

Xie Tanwei was funny and angry, "From today on, you will learn words for me, don't be lazy!" ”

Qiu Xiyin nodded obediently, admitting his mistake with an extremely serious and sincere attitude, and his expression was even more sincere.

"Lan Jiu, go find the red book."

Ning Shenzhi coughed, "Hengzhi is still learning to paint red, you go to me to find it, it's more convenient."

Lan Jiu took the order and left, Xie Tanwei explained, "Brother Shu, from today on, you will be responsible for guiding and supervising the phonetic learning of words, if you can't learn well, I will only ask you."

Xie Tanwei yawned, and then pulled the clogs and walked inside, "I'll lean on for a while, you study hard."

Xie Jiashu was obviously accustomed to his laziness for a long time, put his books, stationery and other things on the bookcase, and instructed Lu Luo to go to the first floor to find a copy of "The Female Historian", "Yinyin, since you haven't learned to read before, follow me and the third sister, and start by describing the "Female Historian".

Learning words is a lot of work accumulated over time, and your health is not good, so you can learn as much as you can every day, and you don't have to force yourself."

As soon as his words fell, Xie Tanwei sneered inside, "How much can you learn?" Don't have to push yourself? You, as an elder brother, saw that your sister was not in good health, and didn't want to visit a famous doctor, begging for elixir to maintain her body, just thinking about teaching her to be lazy and wasting her talents, do you think this is for her? ”

Xie Jiashu paused, and solemnly waved his hand inside, "What Uncle taught me is that Jiashu is taught."

As he was talking, Lan Jiu came over with a stack of red paper, Xie Jiashu took it and laid it out for her, and opened the calligraphy, "Today you will first practice the horizontal of the word 'therefore'."

Qiu Xiyin picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and was about to put down the pen, Xie Jiashu walked to her side, leaned over and reached out to straighten her pen, and cut her palm to raise her wrist.

"The first key to writing a book is to raise the pen, not to trust the pen, not to make it self-contained, otherwise, its wave paintings are powerless, and if you can lift the pen, you will have a master of a turn and a bunch."

Qiu Xiyin wrote a horizontal stroke along his movements, Xie Jiashu shook his head, and took the pen from her hand, "Strength is not brute force, but in the word strength, strength is not to increase the strength of the pen to achieve, but should be like a person with martial arts, no matter when he lands, he can jump up immediately."

With his words, the end of his pen seemed to have spirituality, falling down heavily, playing lightly, as if with some kind of special rhythm, and the state of strength came out.

"Yinyin, you can try".

Qiu Xiyin carefully dropped the stroke again, Xie Jiashu took a closer look, and muttered, "It's still not right, in this way, I will hold your hand and take you to write it again, and you can feel the ups and downs of the force."

As he spoke, he leaned over to hold Qiu Xiyin's hand, and took her to move the pen with his own strength, Qiu Xiyin couldn't help but tilt his head slightly and look sideways.

Xie Jiashu's eyes were slightly constricted, his gaze was focused on the end of the pen, his expression was serious and solemn, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed because of his exertion, showing more and more caution.