Yang Xuantong, who had just finished pit his father, drove outside to buy a bunch of pen, ink, paper and inkstones like a treasure. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He remembered the last time he saw Shen Chengwen at Shen Zixuan's house writing the three killing words full of murderous intent in a row, and felt that writing with a brush should be easier to comprehend than a pen, pencil, or pen.

Seeing that he got so many things back, Tongtong and Xiao Hei were the most interested, especially Xiao Hei. Those papers, how can they feel so good when they are grabbed with their claws?

"Tongtong is obedient, take Xiao Hei to the side to play. Uncle wants to learn to write, and when he learns well, he will teach you to write. Yang Xuantong coaxed Tongtong and said.

Tongtong nodded his little head, hugged Xiao Hei, and obediently went to the side.

I also studied calligraphy when I was in elementary school, so I still know a little bit about these basic things. It's just that most of the calligraphy classes at that time were copying, writing according to the words in the grid, which had not been lifted for many years.

wrote the word "Yong" very seriously, but after writing it, even Yang Xuantong blushed when he looked at it. This word can no longer be described as ugly, and it has nothing to do with Shen Yun.

Seeing that others didn't seem to be paying attention to this, Yang Xuantong secretly folded the paper and put it aside. He felt that he was in a bit of a hurry, and his father had said that he would have to come step by step.

I thought back to the mountain character written by my father, although it was also ugly, but people have gods. I thought about it again for a while, Shen Chengwen wrote out the three killing characters in a row, the words are beautiful and murderous, but they are much inferior to my father's mountain characters in terms of gods.

After hesitating for a long time, I didn't know how to put down the first pen. No matter how you think about it, it seems that something is wrong, and his hand also falls and then lifts it, and lifts it up and falls, knowing that the ink at the end of the paper is dripping on the paper, and this pen is not written.

"Big guy, I'll teach you." At this time, Nan Nan came over and said.

"Huh? Do you also know how to write calligraphy? Yang Xuantong asked in some surprise.

"Of course it is, it seems that my mother taught me before." Nan Nan nodded very seriously and said.

Yang Xuantong put down the brush and motioned for Nannan to step forward. In Nan Nan's time, there should still be more brushes. And whether it's her mother or her, she doesn't look like an ordinary person, maybe the little guy has been practicing since childhood.

After taking a closer look at Yang Xuan's ink, she grinned and laughed for a while, but didn't say anything. Yang Xuantong knew that he was really "ugly" today.

Gently lifting the sleeve of her shirt, she grabbed the ink block and picked it up again. This time it was terrible, in Yang Xuantong's feelings, Nannan's aura seemed to have changed. It was connected with the ink block she was carrying, and the aura on Nannan's body became more vigorous.

Nan Nan's small appearance is very serious, and her attention is all on the ink block. Yang Xuantong estimated that this was the little guy discerning the color of the ink. As time went on, the ink seemed to become darker and brighter.

Putting down the ink block, Nan Nan gently lifted the pen, dipped it in the ink like a dragonfly, and then wrote on the rice paper that had already been laid.

Closing the pen, a "Yong" word, jumped on the paper. The font is beautiful, at least to throw Yang Xuantong's "Yong" character 108,000 miles.

"Hey, I haven't written in a long time, it's ugly. If my mother saw me, she would say that I was playful. Nan Nan put down her pen and sighed softly.

Yang Xuantong on the side also sighed, it's ugly for people to write so well, and they can't see people if they write so badly.

"Okay, baby, if you're okay, teach me how to write this." Even if Yang Xuantong is a little shy in his heart, this ready-made teacher can't let it go.

Nan Nan tilted her head to look at him, thought carefully for a while, and then nodded.

For teaching Yang Xuantong to contact and write, Nan Nan is full of fun. But she is also a little nervous, she has never taught others, her mother used to teach her to write, how to teach no impression. Today, I just saw Yang Xuantong write, and then I suddenly remembered that I could write.

She didn't know how to tell Yang Xuantong to write, so she had to grab Yang Xuantong's big hand with her little hand and take Yang Xuantong to write with her own hand.

After writing it a few times, the little one is not as happy as he was just now.

She has always felt that Yang Xuantong is very powerful and smart, and now she thinks that Yang Xuantong is so stupid. That hand doesn't know how to follow its own strength, and it always pushes itself, and the words it writes are very ugly.

"Poof"

Yin Thirty-eight, who was watching from the side, couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at? If you have the ability, you can also write a try. Yang Xuantong said angrily.

Yin Thirty-eight didn't speak, just walked over and picked up the pen and wrote on the paper.

His words are different from the words of Nannan, the pen is strong and powerful, and this Yongzi makes people have an aggressive momentum at a glance.

"When we work, we all use a brush to write, and anyone who has written for tens or hundreds of years can write well if they can't write." Yin Thirty-Eight said with a smile.

"When you write, you have distracting thoughts in your heart, and if there are many distracting thoughts, the words will inevitably be scattered. I dare to say that now even Tongtong is holding a pen and drawing, and he can draw better than you. ”

Yang Xuantong was a little unconvinced, so he called Tongtong over and asked the little guy to draw on the side of the Yongzi of Nannan. It's terrible, don't look at the little guy's first time writing, it's still described, except that it is worse in terms of strength, it is really much better than Yang Xuantong's in terms of image.

Blackie on the side was also a mischievousman, jumped on the table, stomped a few times in the ink with his little paws, and then walked around on the rice paper. The word "Yong" written by Yang Xuantong was surrounded by its small footprints.

Yang Xuantong was so depressed, he knew that Xiao Hei was laughing at him. But people are laughing at you, what can you do?

I still have to put aside the distractions in my heart, this thing can't be written all at once. With his eyes closed, he walked down with Nannan's hand, and finally wrote a similar word "Yong".

"Okay, we won't be going anywhere these days, the food and drink are ready-made, let's practice calligraphy at home." Yang Xuantong said with a wave of his hand.

Of course, a decision is a decision, and this word can't be written blindly by himself, but also has to be practiced by Nannan. In fact, it's okay to change it to Yin Thirty-eight, but thinking about the scene of two big men holding hands and writing together here, Yang Xuantong felt sick to his stomach.