After Mr. Gao finished the lecture with them, he let them practice calligraphy, and the children in the class were all open, that is, they could not write well, and they had held a pen for many years, but Cheng Jin picked up a pen for the first time in his life.

Cheng Yu has been silent all the time, but he is secretly observing her every move, Cheng Jin is no different from all living beings, he looks unhurried, he is not cramped at all, and he is not like a beginner at all.

Seeing that Cheng Yu had been staring at her, Cheng Jin picked up the pen and smiled at her, Cheng Yu immediately straightened her face and turned her head away in a panic, the ink dripped on her paper, and she was so annoyed that she crumpled the paper.

Among Mr. Gao's students, he paid the most attention to Cheng Jin, and naturally stroked his beard and paced in front of Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin was struggling with the pen in her hand at this time, when she was still stupid, Cheng Qian taught her to read and read every day, but because she always couldn't hold the pen, she didn't force her to pick up the pen and write.

The first time she held a pen, she inevitably couldn't control her strength, even if she tried her best to control it, the words she wrote were still crooked, no different from a child who had just opened her mind to write.

This makes Cheng Jin, who has Zhao Hua's memory, very embarrassed, Zhao Hua was a talented woman back then, and it can even be said that she is a unique calligrapher and painter.

And the multi-treasure pagoda post she is in now is Zhao Hua's copy of the waste manuscript of the predecessor Duobao pagoda post, and then it was found out of the old paper pile, and the women of the Cheng family learned Zhao Hua's words, and the entry is Zhao Hua's multi-treasure pagoda post.

Now Cheng Jin is tantamount to learning to write her own words, her form and meaning are in her heart, but her hands don't obey the call, she can't write well, and she blushes with a strong sense of shame.

Mr. Gao had high expectations for her, but he didn't expect her words to be so ugly, no different from a four or five-year-old child, and he couldn't help but say "Huh".

Cheng Jin hurriedly put down his pen and stood up with a look of shame, "Let Mr. see it and smile." ”

"It's okay, people have long, rulers have short," Mr. Gao has always been generous and gentle, and waved his hand at her, "Your words need to be practiced more, I think your pen posture is very appropriate, when you don't use the pen for a long time, the relationship between the pen and the rusty, don't be impatient, calm down and practice." ”

"Sir, my fifth sister has been sick in the past, she has never gone to school, let alone written with a pen, this is the first time she has started to write." Although Mr. Gao never blamed Cheng Jin, Cheng Mingyuan was afraid that his classmates would look down on her because of this, so he still anxiously defended her.

"What disease? It's stupid! Song Gaoyi snorted coldly with his nose.

Cheng Mingyuan was very smart not to move his hands and feet this time, and he also snorted coldly with his nose, "My fifth sister can use the words of a saint to intercede for me, can you?" My fifth sister is so stupid, so what about you? Is it madness? ”

"You!" Song Gaoyi clenched his fists, extremely angry, if he hadn't copied "University" ten times, he would have rushed up and beat him up a long time ago.

"Be quiet!" Mr. Gao patted the case with a ring ruler, and there was not much sadness on his face, originally he only thought that Cheng Mingyuan was stubborn, but now he felt that Cheng Mingyuan, who defended his sisters like this, knew how to be filial piety and friendship, and he was a little pleasing to the eye.

Cheng Jin got Mr. Gao's suggestion, immersed all his mind in the words under the pen, concentrated and calm, and was unaware of Cheng Mingyuan's movements.

All the students bowed their heads and wrote, even the most dishonest Song Gaoyi buried his head in copying "University", the room was rarely quiet, Mr. Gao patrolled, drank a cup of tea slowly, and got up again to check and point out one by one.

Cheng Jin writes very seriously, completely immersed in his own brushwork, and vaguely grasps a bit of the shape and meaning of his previous life.

Mr. Gao walked to her side again, no longer as expected as before, and even had a little carelessness on his face, but when he saw the words on the table spread out by Cheng Jin, he was startled, and quickly turned his head to look at her hand.

Mr. Gao was dumbfounded, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, this would have taught him how to dare to believe it!

If you don't distinguish carefully, these words are almost the same as Empress Zhuang Jing's rubbing, but they are a little immature and young, but Empress Zhuang Jing's pen meaning is all there!

Although Queen Zhuang Jing is a woman, she is the only daughter of the Confucian Zhao Qi, who has been brought by him as a man since she was a child, her words are majestic and mellow and delicate, both the man's heart and mind, and the gentleness of the boudoir woman, has always been very respected by the world, and today's boudoir daughter is almost all enlightened by her words, but can be her words, but can not imitate her intentions, after all, there is no second Queen Zhuang Jing in this world.

"You, how did you do that?" Mr. Gao asked incredulously.

Cheng Jin didn't answer, immersed in her own world, from the deliberate control at the beginning, to the casualness later, the pen in her hand and her mind gradually connected, and the feeling of the pen became better and better.

Mr. Gao knew that she had entered the realm, and he didn't dare to disturb her, not to mention that what he asked just now was really stupid, although it is important to study and study diligently, but what really determines everything is talent, and now it seems that Cheng Jin's talent is really amazing.

He picked up the stack of papers on the bookcase, and looked at the stack of papers she had copied, and the more she looked at it, the more frightened she became.

The one or two pieces of paper at the bottom, the handwriting was clumsy, there was no pen power control, and the writing was crooked and unsightly, but when it came to the third paper, she seemed to have found a way to hold the pen hard, although there was a suspicion of too much force, but the words were already correct.

There is obvious progress in every word of hers, and it is three or four pieces of paper, and her words are no longer as deliberately upright as before, but faintly have a shape and meaning.

Seeing Mr. Fan's appearance, where could these children still sit still, they couldn't hold back and came over, and even Cheng Yu couldn't help but get up.

"Fifth sister, is it the first time you have picked up a pen to write?" Cheng Mingyuan glanced at Cheng Jin's words, and was immediately frightened, is this a word written by a beginner? It's that he knows how to read, and he knows that this kind of character is much stronger than he doesn't know, and the words she wrote just now are clearly crooked, not as good as his.

Cheng Yu also couldn't help but look at Cheng Jin, his eyes couldn't hide his horror, I don't know whether to say that she has accumulated a lot of money, or that after the catastrophe, there will be a blessing, Cheng Jin, a fool, turned out to be a genius?

Cheng Jin was immersed in his own world, and he didn't realize that he had become the focus of everyone, but he felt that he hadn't been so hearty for a long time, and the part of the memory that belonged to Zhao Hua in his body was strangely connected with her now in this way.