She looked at it and took a deep breath, sank into the sea of jade books, took a look at the book that the ancients instructed to write, chewed a few sentences of it, and felt that it had some taste, before continuing to draw a horizontal stroke.

This horizontal, although it is not authentic, has some implications. At least at a glance, you can see that this stroke is written for writing, and not other messy and uninformed things!

At this moment, a sense of accomplishment suddenly arose in Hanzhang's heart, and a pleasant feeling drove her to continue writing!

However, the next stroke is out of shape and out of rhyme!

Then try a few more times, and it's all wrong!

Hanzhang looked at the long and short, crooked horizontal on the paper, and was annoyed, when a voice came from above his head:

"It's a good thing for you to do this well, but you need to be patient!"

Hanzhang looked up and saw that outside the window, there was an old man with a peaceful and open breath, and he was looking at the paper on her desk with some meaning.

She immediately put down her pen and greeted with a smile:

"The old man came out today, why did he go so far?"

"Come out and take a look," Old Man Zhao said calmly, "I see that the layout around this house is somewhat interesting, so I came over to take a look, but I don't know if you live here!

"Yes!" Hanzhang nodded and smiled:

"You know that I have no other strengths, so I can find something to entertain myself, and add some content to my life!

"Hehe," the first smile appeared on Old Man Zhao's face, and he said:

"It's not much research, but I have been thinking about it for a while when I have nothing to do, and I just have a little experience, such as the posture of your pen, it is too rigid, if the wrist can be softer, the strokes can be more free!"

"Softer?"

Hanzhang picked up the pen, adjusted his posture, and wrote a horizontal on the paper, and before he could see the effect, he heard Old Man Zhao say:

"No, no, you're not on the right elbow."

As he spoke, the old man turned to the door next to him and walked in.

Seeing this, Hanzhang pulled out the chair next to him and motioned for him to sit, but his main mind was still focused on the strokes he had just written.

Just now, her wrist was loosened, and although the shape of the horizontal line written out was not quite right, it was more smooth in the charm, so she added another point to her heart!

In order to confirm what she has gained in her heart, she lifted the pen, and it was another stroke, but when she was drawing, an extra hand suddenly appeared on her elbow to support it, and then the shape of the stroke naturally could not be seen, but at the moment of moving the pen, she found a feeling.

When she was about to draw again, Old Man Zhao said:

"You read me write it first!"

As he spoke, he took the pen and made a template posture of holding the pen correctly to signal Hanzhang to look at it for a while, and then steadily dropped the pen on the paper.

This horizontal is neither long nor short, the strokes are straight, strong and clean, but it is very different from what Hanzhang wrote before!

However, if it is compared with the words of the old German head that Hanzhang has seen, although it is tangible, it owes the content!

But no matter what, just this one, there is already some work in it!

Hanzhang looked at this stroke fixedly, analyzed it carefully, and listened to the old man next to him ask:

"How?"

Hanzhang raised his head to look at him and said with a smile:

"It's beautiful!"

As he spoke, he recalled his gesture and charm, and he also wrote a horizontal according to the situation.

This stroke, the feeling is relatively strong, so the strokes that come out suddenly have a little more look!

Hanzhang was still immersed in the feeling of a flash of inspiration just now, but the old man Zhao next to him had already spoken:

"You kid, you have some qualifications in this regard!"

"Really?" replied casually in Hanzhang's mouth, but his hand had already drawn a stroke according to his feeling.

Although this time it is a little bit out of shape this time, it is not much different from the previous stroke on the whole.

After she looked at it twice, she handed the pen to the side and said:

"Write another one and I'll take a look!"

Old Man Zhao happily obeyed, and the gesture was smooth and smooth, and the form and charm that came out were almost exactly the same as the previous stroke, as if it was carved out of a mold.

Such writing kung fu is obviously not like what he said before just a little bit of experience, although his words are not as good as the old virtue in Hanzhang's eyes, but in the world of spiritual arts, only this kung fu can be called extraordinary!

Hanzhang immediately blurted out a good word, then took the pen and followed it to imitate a stroke below, its shape and charm were like heavenly help for a while, and it was quite a bit of the essence!

Old Man Zhao's face suddenly showed a sense of appreciation, and then he took a closer look at Hanzhang, and felt that this twelve or thirteen-year-old girl's demeanor and temperament were actually different from the others!

Her facial features are small and exquisite, but she does not reveal half of the brilliance of a girl, and there is an introducted temperament that exhausts the sharp light in it, and only releases a breath of pure harmony.

Her language and demeanor seem to be ordinary, but she reveals a peaceful and gentle wind, which makes people forget the edges and corners of her heart, and her mood is naturally calm.

Her mannerisms and every move are not out of the scope of the waste body, but in detail, it seems to be atmospheric everywhere, and there is no caution and timidity that half of the waste body should have.

She is sitting here now, as if she is the natural grass and trees in this courtyard, although it is spiritless, but she is also unrestrained, blooming with her own unique brilliance of life!

Although she is a waste body, she doesn't have to compete with any psychic to win glory, she is already full of light!

Thoughts flashed, and the desire to explore rose in Old Man Zhao's heart, so he asked:

"Where did you live before you got here?"

"I came from the Sycamore Tree Courtyard," Hanzhang replied as he wrote again.

That's the feeling, the words came from the small courtyard, but the tone was only plain to state the facts without the slightest cowardice.

Old Man Zhao asked again:

"You've been growing up in a small miscellaneous home, and when did you get to the nursing home?"

Hanzhang listened, his mind was taken back from the paper under his hand, his eyes flashed slightly, and then he turned his head and smiled:

"Back to the old man, I didn't grow up in the small miscellaneous courtyard, after my father died four years ago, I was sent to the small miscellaneous courtyard, and it happened to be that year, the city lord's mansion issued a decree to 'shape the adaptability of the middle school students in the small miscellaneous courtyard in society', so after I stayed in the small miscellaneous courtyard for a few months, I transferred to this side to take up the post! Now it is exactly four years old! Is there anything else you need to ask?"

Old Man Zhao laughed dumbly for a while, and changed the topic to the words:

"You're just starting to practice now, you need to get your writing posture right before you start the next step, and the pain is just beginning!"

"Thank you, old man, for your advice," Hanzhang said with a smile:

"I don't have any strengths anyway, but I just have the energy to compete with it, so let's use it to taste the taste of life! But if the old man doesn't think I'm stupid and has the heart to continue to give advice, then I'll be grateful!"