"Qingping, this is my own boiled almonds, fried pine nuts, how about you eat them?"

Li Changxun brought a bowl of peeled almonds and a bowl of open pine nuts, put them in front of Qingping, and asked her to eat them.

Qingping took out the sauce elbow in the bag and took the wrapping paper away, "Grandpa Li, you taste it, I made it myself, I don't know if it's delicious." ”

"Okay, okay, you eat that, I'll eat this."

Li Changxun turned his head to look at Li Yuanhao who walked in, and glanced at the things on the table with complicated eyes.

"Qingping, do you want to practice calligraphy, if you want to practice, let grandpa teach you."

"Practicing calligraphy?" Qingping's heart suddenly burst, "I want to!" ”

"Yuan Hao, bring that word." Li Changxun put down the sauce elbow in his hand and beckoned to Li Yuanhao.

"Qingping, how about you look at this word? I have a very good copy here, would you like to follow me? ”

Ouyang Xun's book? Li Changxun should have practiced for a long time, but it seems that he hasn't written it himself yet!

Qingping struggled to keep her composure, "Okay, grandpa, can you let me see that copybook?" ”

Li Changxun's eyes flashed, and he turned around to take the notebook in the drawer, how could this girl not seem to be a little surprised or surprised by his words, could it be because she didn't understand.

Li Changxun carefully took the notebook to the small table where he was writing, and then asked Li Yuanhao and Qingping to come over.

"Grandpa, this copy—"

Li Yuanhao was shocked, when he was still studying, Li Changxun had forced him to live on this mountain for a while to copy this calligraphy, but he seemed to be very disappointed with his performance.

Li Changxun has two very precious copybooks, one is this copybook, and the other is a copybook, and he only allows him to look at it once.

"Why, you can't copy it if you want to, if Qingping is willing to copy, then I'll let you copy it with her."

The first time she saw this copybook, Qingping thought it was the one that Qin Lao lent her to copy, and she almost cried excitedly when she held the copybook.

But when she turned the pages carefully, she found that the content of this notebook was different from that one, except for the first two poems, the other poems were completely different.

The one is more inclined to inspirational poetry, while this one is more about brotherly friendship.

Compared with the person who wrote this post, her level is a little worse, and what she wanted to do back then was to copy it for another ten years and strive to reach this person's level.

"Girl, how is it, isn't it very good, if you want to copy it, grandpa will lend it to you, but you have to take good care of it for me."

With this calligraphy, there is a legitimate reason why she can write such good words, Qingping can't help but be moved.

"Okay, grandpa, I'll practice."

Li Changxun almost cried with joy, and he trained Li Yuanhao to clean up the small table, spread paper, and let Qingping write.

Qingping tried to hide her clumsiness, although she tried her best to write ugly big characters with her own style, but she almost exposed the stuffing.

"Girl, you have practiced big characters before, this character has begun to take shape, it seems that with time, you will definitely be very successful in this area."

Qingping trembled, "Grandpa, in fact, I also like to practice calligraphy, but I don't know how to practice, so I practice according to my own ideas, and I will work harder to practice calligraphy in the future." ”。

"Okay, when you practice this calligraphy well, grandpa will find you a few more calligraphy, and when you practice it well, you can practice your own big characters well, and you will be able to practice good characters with your own style and bones."