"Husband wants to teach Lian'er to write?" The little girl looked at Huang Tinghui with wide eyes, she covered her little mouth and said.

Although the little girl also wants to learn to write with Huang Tinghui.

But in this era, "a woman's lack of talent is virtue", the little girl is still a little hesitant and a little struggling.

Huang Tinghui didn't care about this, he picked up the branch placed on the side, he looked at the little girl and said, "I'll start with the most commonly used teaching!" ”

"Lian'er can see clearly!" Huang Tinghui's words fell, and the branch in his hand fell on the river sand.

Soon, Huang Tinghui wrote three words on the thin river sand, "Wu Feilian! ”

"Husband, what did you write?" The little girl is illiterate, so she doesn't know what Huang Tinghui wrote on the river sand.

Huang Tinghui smiled slightly when he heard this, and he handed the wooden strip in his hand to the little girl.

"This word is pronounced Wu!" Huang Tinghui said softly.

"Wu!" The little girl followed Huang Tinghui and read softly.

"This word is Nianfei!"

"Fei!"

"This word Nianlian!"

"Lotus!"

"Read it all together!" Huang Tinghui looked at the little girl and said.

"Wu Feilian!"

"It's my name!" The little girl seemed to have discovered a new world, and she said to Huang Tinghui excitedly.

"That's smart!"

"That's your name!"

"Wu Feilian!" Huang Tinghui smiled and stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of the little girl's nose dotingly.

"Since you want to practice calligraphy, let's start with your name and learn it!"

Huang Tinghui said to the little girl in an extremely gentle tone.

"Hmm!" The little girl's hair came out with a crisp voice.

She stared closely at the three words written by Huang Tinghui, as if she felt that as long as she stared at these three words, she could write them.

With such a stunned appearance, Huang Tinghui who saw it also laughed dumbly.

"Lian'er, the key to practicing calligraphy is practice!"

"It's not looking!"

"If you just look at it, you will never be able to write it!" Huang Tinghui smiled and rubbed the little girl's head.

The little girl nodded dumbly, she clenched her fists, and said to Huang Tinghui, "Husband, I think I can do it!" ”

Hearing the little girl say this, Huang Tinghui was stunned.

Then he burst into laughter.

The little girl is quite confident!

"You write in this piece, imitating the words written by your husband!"

Huang Tinghui wanted the little girl to start learning from copying, but the conditions did not allow it.

Huang Tinghui doesn't even have paper now, how can he let the little girl copy it?

The little girl looked nervously at the three words "Wu Feilian" written on the river sand.

She imitated the three words written by Huang Tinghui, and she was going to write them next to her with one stroke.

But the little girl is a beginner after all, so where can she master the tricks?

Huang Tinghui learned to write calligraphy back then, but it took a lot of effort.

The little girl wrote the word "Wu", the strokes were curved, and it was not straight at all, just like a child scribbling.

Look at the words you wrote, and then look at the words your husband wrote.

The little girl lowered her head a little ashamedly.

Just now she said that she seemed to have learned, but the result was that her brain had learned, but her hands had not.

"Husband......

"Right...... I'm sorry......" The little girl looked like a child who had made a mistake, she lowered her head and said to Huang Tinghui.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Your writing is very good, when your husband first learned to write, his writing was much uglier than your writing."

"Lian'er is really talented in writing!" Huang Tinghui touched the little girl's head dotingly, and he said with a smile.

Although the little girl's handwriting is really not good now, Huang Tinghui still discovered the little girl's talent for writing.

"Really?" The little girl raised her head unconfidently and looked at Huang Tinghui.

"Of course it's true!"

"When my husband used to write, I didn't know how many times I was scolded."

"Bilian'er wrote it, I don't know where it's ugly."

"That's when my husband told me." Speaking of this, Huang Tinghui couldn't help but laugh "poof".

The little girl didn't know why, she looked at Huang Tinghui and asked, "Husband, what did Mr. say?" ”

"He said that the husband's rotten wood can't be carved, and the mud can't support the wall!"

After speaking, Huang Tinghui couldn't help laughing out loud.

It's not that this thing is funny, but when he thinks of the teacher who taught him to write, Huang Tinghui can't help laughing.

"That gentleman is so strict!"

"Husband's handwriting is obviously so good, much better than Lian'er's writing!"

The little girl glanced at the words Huang Tinghui wrote on the river sand, and then at the words she wrote on the river sand.

She couldn't help but speak.

"Little fool!" Huang Tinghui flicked his fingers on the little girl's head, and he continued to the little girl: "As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle." ”

"Everything requires effort, and there is nothing that can be done overnight."

"Just like the word husband, it took a long time to practice to get to where it is now."

"The little girl has to practice often, and the more she writes, the better she looks."

Huang Tinghui comforted the little girl.

Hearing Huang Tinghui's encouragement, the little girl slowly regained her self-confidence.

"Hmm!"

"Lian'er also has to learn to write well, and she also has to learn to write a lot of words!"

The little girl clenched her fists and said firmly.

Looking at the little girl's serious expression, Huang Tinghui was a little curious.

He could see that the little girl was very interested in practicing writing.

It can even be said that there are some obsessions.

"With a husband here, why should Lian'er learn to write many, many words?" Huang Tinghui asked a little strangely.

"My husband will definitely go out to study in the future, and I won't be by Lian'er's side at that time!"

"Lian'er can't drag her husband's hind legs, but at that time, Lian'er will miss her husband very much."

"If Lian'er learns to write, then Lian'er can write all her thoughts about her husband in the letter!"

"Husband, just open the letter and see the words written by Lian'er!"

"You'll know that Lian'er really misses her husband so much!"

Wu Feilian just stood there like that, and she said these words very seriously.

At this time, Huang Tinghui understood why the little girl was so obsessed with learning to write.

So that's it!

Inexplicably moved, Huang Tinghui just wanted to hug this cute and distressing little girl into his arms.

"What a silly girl!" At this moment, Huang Tinghui no longer suppressed his inner fluctuating emotions.

He pulled the little girl over and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Silly girl!"

"My husband will teach you how to write!"

"In the future, as long as you want your husband, you can write to your husband."

"At that time, my husband happened to be thinking about you!"

Huang Tinghui brushed the little girl's hair away, and he whispered in the little girl's ear.

"Husband, it's a little strangling!" The little girl said to Huang Tinghui.

But after hearing Huang Tinghui's words, the little girl opened her arms and hugged Huang Tinghui tightly in her arms.

"Lian'er, you just said a little strangling?" Huang Tinghui asked the little girl.

"No, my husband heard me wrong!"

"Lian'er is saying, husband is so good!" After speaking, the little girl pressed her head against Huang Tinghui's chest.

Smelling the good body fragrance emanating from Huang Tinghui's body, the little girl listened to the beating sound of the heart in Huang Tinghui's chest.

I was also stupid for a while.

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