In the two days of the holiday, the homework in the kindergarten was very unique, and with the help of Li Qingqing, it was quickly completed.

Yi Xiaoxiao often goes to Han Shulan's house, and every time she goes, Han Shulan is always doing her homework, and Yi Xiaoxiao can only play by herself.

On Sunday, Yi Xiaoxiao rang the doorbell again, and after entering, Aunt Yuan Rong told her that Han Shulan was practicing font writing in the garden.

After Yi Xiaoxiao understood, she ran directly to the garden, and when she saw his figure, she was sitting there upright, holding a pen in her hand, and was writing seriously.

She sat down directly there, lying on the table, and felt a little bored as he wrote over and over on the paper that she couldn't read the words.

Han Shulan was not affected by her, these words had been practiced for ten pages, and at this time, he still focused on the paper and did not look at Yi Xiaoxiao.

Yi Xiaoxiao fell asleep on her stomach......

When I woke up, half an hour had passed, and when I opened my eyes, the sunlight was a little dazzling, and I rubbed it and looked at the words in front of Han Shulan.

There are three big characters written on the blank paper of a chapter, she doesn't know it yet, looking at the bottom of the paper, the words are densely written, why are these three big characters written on this paper?

"Brother, what are these three words?" He waved his small hand in front of Han Shulan's eyes, and pointed to the paper on the table with the other hand.

"Yi Xiaoxiao......" only said these three words, and glanced at her lightly.

"Brother, what are you calling my name for?" Why did Han Shulan call her name? What exactly is written on paper?

Han Shulan looked at her with a greeting on his face and helped his forehead, he didn't want to explain again.

In the end, he still opened his mouth, pointed his finger at the three big characters, pointed to one, and said one word: "These three words are Yi-Xiao-Xiao." ”

Yi Xiaoxiao finally understood, it turned out that he was writing her name, and he looked carefully at the paper, the font lines were very good-looking, stroke by stroke, and the pen was fast.

"It's so pretty."

"Come here, I'll teach you to write your name, come, hold the pen." Han Shulan held the pen in his hand and demonstrated to her.

I saw that she held the whole pen in the palm of her hand, holding it with four fingers and her thumb.

Seeing that she was holding the pen in the wrong way, she reached out directly, broke her fingers, put the pen back in her hand, and put her fingers one by one in the place where they should be.

Yi Xiaoxiao looked down, it was awkward to hold the pen like this, when she was in kindergarten, the teacher taught them to write, she would write some simple strokes, but the teacher would not be too restrictive in the posture of holding the pen, so she wrote with her left hand.

Because she felt that writing with her left hand was easier than writing with her right hand, there were other children in the class who wrote with their right hands.

Han Shulan looked at her a little distracted, so he used a little force to bring her back to her senses.

And when Yi Xiaoxiao felt a little pain in her hand, she put her attention on the paper and looked up at Han Shulan.

"Be serious." Yi Xiaoxiao was sitting, Han Shulan was standing behind her, holding her hand with one hand, propping up the table with the other, leaning over slightly, and when she spoke, her breath spilled on her head.

Yi Xiaoxiao blushed, then sat up straight and looked at the white paper.

Han Shulan grabbed her pen and slowly wrote Yi Xiaoxiao's name on the paper, the font was very large, so that Yi Xiaoxiao could see it clearly.

Again, he dictated: "I will only write the order of these strokes once, so you should read them carefully." ”

Han Shulan wrote the order of strokes on the blank paper again, and after writing, he let go of her hand and let her practice by herself.