Song Shenbai has never liked proud people, but the pride of the little girl did not annoy him, but he felt that she should be so proud, because she had this capital.

He smiled: "That smart Zhizhi, let's enter the literacy link next." ”

Song Shenbai thinks that he can speed up.

Sure enough, as he expected, Ning Zhi was really smart, basically he only read every word twice, and she could recognize it.

If it's a pinyin book, she can even read it without barriers.

It's just that when she writes, she seems to be extraordinarily wasteful.

The little hands holding the pencil couldn't hold the pencil well, as if they were holding a slippery loach, and broke the lead of the pencil several times.

Ning Zhi blushed, what kind of pen is this, why is it so difficult to write!

Smack, the pencil lead was broken by her again.

Ning Zhi pinched the pencil that was only the length of his little finger and looked at him without tears: "I'm sorry for wasting your pen." ”

Song Shenbai had a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, and he didn't blame her, but comforted: "It's okay, it's normal that you can't hold a pen when you're young, I'll teach you." ”

He took a sharpened pencil back from the box and held out his hand, this time teaching her by hand.

The little boy's palm circled the little girl's soft hand, and the temperature of his hand was slightly higher than hers, like a cup of hot water, and there was a faint fragrance of soap on his body.

Ning Zhi's breathing became slightly rapid, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes fluttered.

"Be attentive." Song Shenbai noticed her distraction and patted her head.

After she became focused, she was told how to hold the pen: "When holding the pen, the thumb and fingers should be concentrated, and the back of the pen should be steadied before writing." ”

He took her hand and wrote words on the paper one by one.

When the little girl writes, it is like a mess, but when he writes, every stroke seems to be infused with vitality, and every word is extraordinarily perfect.

Ning Zhi is not a stupid person, after coming down a few times, he can finally get this kind of slippery pen on his own.

"Brother Song, thank you for teaching me." She rested her elbows on the stone table, tilted her head, and said to him earnestly.

"No thanks." Song Shenbai listened to what she called herself, her ears were slightly red, she let go of her hand, her eyes fell on her dog, and she coughed slightly: "You can write by yourself, practice more." ”

“…… Good. Ning Zhi also noticed that his words were too ugly and sighed.

In fact, her ugly words are mainly strange pens!

If this is a brush, she can write a beautiful hairpin.

At the beginning, even the emperor and the old guys of the Hanlin Academy praised her handwriting, and the daughters of the boudoir in Beijing were even more scrambling to copy it.

But who would have thought that today......

It's just tears.

Ning Zhi took a breath, pinched the pencil and continued to write.

Song Shenbai picked up the enamel cup, took a sip of hot tea, and looked at the little girl's serious learning of calligraphy.

Occasionally, a playful rose petal fell on the little girl's shoulder, and Song Shenbai squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand to brush it.

Not long after, an uninvited guest came in.

"Song Shenbai, can you teach me to learn?" The countryside is basically unlocked, and Ning Fugui pushes the door in a grand manner.

The reborn golden hand instructed Ning Fugui to clearly know that Song Shenbai was extremely intelligent, and his future achievements were very great.

If there is a genius like him to help him with his homework, will he still worry about not being admitted to college in the future?

Ning Fugui made up his mind to hug this thigh, and immediately patted his chest, eager to show himself: "I'm very smart, you don't have to spend much effort!" ”。

His face was full of confidence.