Zhou Xiaoyun turned back in surprise: "Teacher Fang, you agreed." That's great! ”

Fang Wenchao smiled and said, "You are too young to learn the accordion, and your arms are not long enough to reach all the keys." The accordion is so heavy that you can't hold it. Well, I'll teach you to play the harmonica first, and then I'll learn the accordion when you know how to play the harmonica, which I started with. ”

Fang Wenchao said and took out a harmonica from the drawer of the table, this harmonica is dark red and about twenty centimeters long, it looks good and light in his hand: "This harmonica is what I used before, and it has been used for many years, so let's use it for you first." ”

Having said that, Fang Wenchao's eyes staring at the harmonica were full of love and nostalgia, and it could be seen that it was his beloved object. Zhou Xiaoyun couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw Fang Wenchao so generous, and he was determined to practice hard to live up to Teacher Fang's wishes.

Since then, Zhou Xiaoyun has stayed in Fang Wenchao's dormitory for half an hour every day after school. She discovered another advantage in Fang Wenchao: he was very patient. No matter what she did, he praised her encouragingly.

Zhou Xiaoyun sometimes can't listen to the tune she can't listen to, but Fang Wenchao still takes the trouble to teach her to play again. With such a hard work and a serious study, Zhou Xiaoyun will soon be able to play simple tunes.

Zhou Xiaoyun was very well-behaved, he didn't dare to take up too much of Fang Wenchao's time, he left automatically in half an hour every day, and cleaned the dormitory for Fang Wenchao from time to time.

Fang Wenchao couldn't help but look at this clever girl more and more differently, coupled with Zhou Xiaoyun's earnestness and hard work, practicing hard every day when releasing ducks, Fang Wenchao couldn't bear to refuse the child's request and started the harmonica teaching became serious, thinking that maybe he could teach a good seedling.

Wu Mei asked Zhou Xiaoyun what to do with Teacher Fang after school every day, and Zhou Xiaoyun casually made an excuse saying that she helped Teacher Fang change her homework and sent her away. Wu Mei thought that it was very likely that Zhou Xiaoyun was the best in the class, so she stopped asking and left with Wang Jingjing first after school every day.

Zhou Xiaoyun coped with the past for the same reason as the parents' inquiries.

Zhou's father and mother saw that Zhou Xiaoyun took care of his life in every way, so he asked less and less about Zhou Xiaoyun's affairs. Later, even when he saw her go home after dark, he didn't ask her more about what she was doing, which saved Zhou Xiaoyun a lot of tongue.

Zhou Xiaoyun did not forget to practice pencil writing while learning the harmonica, and now he is still young to learn fountain pen words, so he wants to practice pencil words first to lay a good foundation, and when he is older, he will practice pen words and brush words.

Zhou Xiaoyun has always regretted his delicate and beautiful words in his previous life, and in this life, of course, he has to practice good handwriting when he is young.

As for the teacher, hehe, isn't there a ready-made Teacher Fang in front of you?

Fang Wenchao wrote a beautiful block letter, which is strong and powerful. Zhou Xiaoyun, who was illiterate, could also see that Fang Wenchao had worked the words.

The quality of the teachers who graduated from the normal school in those years was very good, they knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they could play and sing.

Fang Wenchao is a well-known talent in the normal school, who can play the accordion and write good words in Mandarin, and can be an announcer.

If it weren't for the fact that Xingwang Primary School was too short of regular teachers who had graduated from the normal school, the principal went to the county for a long time. He won't be assigned to this rural primary school.

Zhou Xiaoyun met Fang Wenchao by mistake, and I have to say that it was her luck.

Zhou Xiaoyun was embarrassed to say that she asked Fang Wenchao to teach her to practice calligraphy, and wrote a word with a pencil every once in a while to ask Fang Wenchao for advice. Fang Wenchao, who is a good teacher and has no scheming, slowly came back to his senses after a few enthusiastic instructions, and the girl hit her head again.

Fang Wenchao looked at the little girl in front of him who was serious and asked the teacher questions with an open heart, and couldn't cry or laugh for a while. Where did this kid come from so many crooked intestines, if he wants to learn to say it directly, he just can't say it.

"Teacher Fang, look, this is the new word I wrote silently after class, can you take a look at the dictation for me?" Zhou Xiaoyun made a good student who studied modestly, and showed the written words to Fang Wenchao.

Fang Wenchao glanced at it and found that Zhou Xiaoyun's handwriting had made great progress under the unintentional guidance of the previous few times, neat and beautiful, and even with a little pen stroke, if not to say, who would know that this was a first-grade child's handwriting?

"Your handwriting is much better than the previous ones, but there are still some things wrong......

Fang Wenchao pointed out a few places that were not in place, and Zhou Xiaoyun listened to it with relish, and secretly remembered what he said in his heart. After he finished speaking, he consciously went back to the table to rewrite one.

Fang Wenchao looked at Zhou Xiaoyun, who lowered his head and practiced calligraphy seriously, and felt that there was a softness in his heart, which girl like this can not be a teacher? In the future, I will teach her to practice calligraphy!

Wang Jingjing rushed out of the classroom to play as soon as she got out of class, and when she returned to the classroom sweating profusely, she saw that Zhou Xiaoyun was still sitting in her position and writing, and she felt very puzzled: "Zhou Xiaoyun, why don't you go out to play after class?" What to write here? ”

Zhou Xiaoyun smiled and didn't stop writing: "I'm practicing writing." ”

"What? Do you still practice writing? Your handwriting is much more beautiful than that of our classmates, why do you still practice? Don't write, it's so annoying to write every day, let's go out and play together. How about we go jumping the bands? Wang Jingjing suggested that in winter, jumping rubber bands is a favorite among girls.

Zhou Xiaoyun refused to go: "You go, I'll write for a while." ”

Wang Jingjing was a little angry: "You are really, kindly calling you out to go out to play, but you ignore me." Even if you study, you can't take a break, can't you come in and write again when you play? ”

Looking at Wang Jingjing's cute appearance of pouting mouth, Zhou Xiaoyun put down the pen helplessly, knowing that if he didn't agree, he would make someone angry: "Okay, let's go, let's go, don't be angry, I'll go now." ”

Wang Jingjing turned her anger into laughter, and the speed of her mood change made Zhou Xiaoyun stunned, and pulled Zhou Xiaoyun out to dance the rubber band.