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Liang secretly followed Ping'an, and when he saw Ping'an leaving the village, he turned a corner and went straight to the mountain.

Seeing where it went, it was the mountain road to Gu Niang Temple, and she knew that her son was going to Gu Niang Temple.

Remembering that day Ping'an dreamed in Gu Niang's temple, saying that he had dreamed of Gu Niang and the fairy sister, Liang couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Peace, good and dignified, what are you doing in Gu Niang Temple?"

Liang had the intention to call Ping An back, but he opened his mouth, and finally closed it again, quickened his pace, and followed.

She wants to see what is going on, to see if her son is fascinated by some demon, and she has a countermeasure.

After walking on the mountain road for about half an hour, Liang saw that his son really let Ah Huang look for food outside, and turned around and entered the Gu Niang Temple.

She hid behind a big tree, waited for a while and didn't see her son come out, tightened the flat burden in her hand, tried her best to be light, and walked to the temple with trepidation.

It was getting closer, but she didn't hear anything strange.

Finally walked to the edge of the temple gate, and Liang's probe, who was in a cold sweat because of nervousness, looked inside.

I saw my son leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, asleep.

didn't see the terrifying picture in his imagination, Liang's whole person suddenly relaxed, and secretly laughed and scolded: "Stinky boy, where is it not good to sleep, why did you go to sleep in Gu Niang Temple again." ”

After scolding with a smile, the Liang family, who was relieved a lot, did not have all the doubts in her heart, because she did not wake up Ping An immediately, but stayed outside the door and waited for Ping An to wake up naturally.

This is nearly two hours.

Liang woke up safely. I was overjoyed, but I didn't rush in to ask for an understanding, but quietly observed.

I didn't know that my mother was watching Ping'an from outside the door, and I woke up from a dream, rubbed my eyes, and leaned against the wall to recall the time of about a stick of incense. When he remembered everything that had happened in the dream, he took out a wooden shelf with a wooden board and a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone from behind his back.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone that Nie Xiaoqian asked to buy at the beginning are now being used by him.

Lay the paper safely, grind the black ink, lick the pen with a wolf hair, take a deep breath, hang the pen in the air for a few breaths, and concentrate on the pen.

Before Ping'an, I wanted to practice calligraphy on a wooden board with ox hair as before. But Nie Xiaoqian warned him that practicing calligraphy on the wooden board is extremely poor, and he will develop a very bad habit of writing, and the gains outweigh the losses. So since he was taught by Nie Xiaoqian, he began to practice calligraphy on paper.

With Nie Xiaoqian's hand-in-hand teaching, he has practiced thousands of times in his dreams, although he is very forgetful in his dreams, but subconsciously he already has experience in writing. The meaning of that word seems to have gone deep into the bone marrow.

And because paper is very expensive, he is still used to figuring out the structure of the word in his mind before practicing calligraphy. The trend of the strokes and the meaning of the words, so once the pen is written, it is like flowing water, without stagnation, and it is extremely smooth.

Ping'an's mother Liang was surprised to see that he woke up in a daze, and then took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone that he didn't know when he bought and began to write. She couldn't help but get closer.

Because Ping'an was very attentive when practicing calligraphy, he didn't even notice that his mother had walked behind him and looked at him with burning eyes.

Ping'an's maternal grandfather was born in a man, and Liang, as a woman, could not inherit his father's business. But he also read and wrote.

She looked at the big characters with a puzzled look, square and magnificent, presented on white paper, with thick ink, looking very spiritual, and it looked like a nine-year-old child who had not gone to school and had never been taught to write.

But such words appeared in front of me again.

Liang knew that his son secretly read and practiced calligraphy, and accidentally picked up a copy of "Kindergarten Qionglin" by the river.

It's just that Chen's father died early, and the family road on the Liang family's side has long been in the middle, and there is no one to rely on, and the mother and son of the family depend on each other, and their livelihood is extremely difficult, and they can barely maintain food and clothing, how can they have the money to go to school.

And Liang himself, although he reads and writes, is busy with work all day long, and has no leisure to teach his son.

It wasn't until last year that her son unexpectedly received a large amount of silver, and she made a plan in her heart, expecting that in another year or two, when the limelight passed, and her son was older and more sensible, she sent him to a private school in the village for a few years.

If you can read a good one, it is naturally excellent. If you don't have the talent to read, you won't be illiterate and be bullied in literacy.

But now it seems that his son is no longer Wuxia Amon.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she couldn't believe that the words in front of her, which already had a bit of facial charm, would be written by her own son.

Looking at it like this, Liang's eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

How can a mother not have a heart to become a talent.

"Mother, when are you here?"

Maybe Liang had been standing behind him for too long, and after practicing a word, Ping An felt a shadow behind him, and when he turned around, he saw her.

Liang saw that his son's eyes were clear and bright, and there was no trace of demonic possession, so he was immediately relieved and asked with a smile: "Ping'an, my mother can't find you, so I came over, this character is very good, who taught you to write?" ”

Ping An got his mother's exaggeration, smiled happily, and said with a smile: "Sister Nie taught me." ”

"Sister Nie?" Liang was stunned, within a radius of a few miles, she had never heard of a woman who knew books and etiquette and was surnamed Nie.

"Yes, Sister Nie not only writes well, but also has a high level of knowledge, and Ping An feels that Mr. Lu in the school is not as good as him." Ping An replied without hesitation, "Ping An has now finished reading "Hundred Family Names", "Three Character Classics" and "Thousand Character Text", Sister Nie said that Ping An reads well, and will soon be able to learn "Analects". ”

Ping An once secretly listened to the private school's gentleman teach the Analects at the private school, but he only heard some of it, and he didn't know anything about it.

"Which Sister Nie is so knowledgeable?" Liang hurriedly asked, she was surprised that her son had finished reading "Hundred Family Names", "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Text" in just one or two months, but she was even more curious about Sister Nie.

"Sister Fairy, Sister Nie is Sister Fairy." Ping An replied.

Hearing that her son mentioned the fairy sister again, Liang was no longer as panicked as she had heard those times before, she calmed down and looked at the statue.

Noticing the safety of his mother's action, he said: "Mother, Sister Nie is reluctant to interact with others, if Sister Nie is unwilling, you can't see her." ”

Liang, who didn't see anything, nodded, there are always some masters in this world, and they act very predictably. Judging from the current situation, this Sister Nie is undoubtedly very good to her son, saving her life and giving silver, and teaching her to read and write, no matter how you look at it, it is a blessing rather than a curse.

Thinking about it like this, Liang Shi figured it out, sighed in his heart, and said earnestly: "Ping'an, since your sister Nie is good to you, you must always remember the benefits of your sister Nie, and come to the temple more often in the future to offer incense and pray for your sister Nie, do you know?" ”

Ping An nodded solemnly and replied, "Mother, Ping An can save it." (To be continued......)