"Let's continue to practice calligraphy!"

"Lian'er, you didn't finish writing just now, it's okay, my husband taught you to write!"

"That's what you do!" Huang Tinghui commanded the little girl to pick up the branches and write on the river sand one by one.

His right hand held the little girl's hand tightly, and the two of them were close to each other, writing on the river sand.

Huang Tinghui is almost equivalent to half-hugging the little girl.

His cheek gently touched the little girl's blown-out skin, and he taught the little girl to write seriously.

The cheeks of the two were so close to each other that the little girl could feel the coolness coming from Huang Tinghui's cheeks.

Her cheeks soon rose with a flying glow, and the temperature of her little face also rose rapidly.

Where is this writing?

How can anyone write like this?

The little girl's mind was scattered for a while, and she only felt ashamed and panicked in her heart.

The current posture of the two is really embarrassing.

If someone passes by the dilapidated thatched house and sees the current posture of Huang Tinghui and the little girl.

will definitely scold, "It's immoral." ”

But although this posture is embarrassing, it is really comfortable.

It's like that, and it's so intimately connected.

Feel the hug of your husband.

The cheeks and the husband were tightly together.

That's great!

"Lian'er, you will be cranky!"

"What do you think about all day long?"

"Such a shameful thing."

The little girl secretly scolded herself shamelessly in her heart.

How could you like this feeling.

At this time, the little girl only felt that her mouth was dry, and her whole little body was slightly hot.

She only felt that her whole body was weak, and her legs were a little weaker at this moment.

The whole person seemed to be about to melt into Huang Tinghui's arms.

Thinking like this, the movements of his hands fiddled with Huang Tinghui.

It was Huang Tinghui who called in Wu Feilian's ear, "Lian'er, be serious!" ”

The little girl's mood was taken back.

Thinking of the cranky thinking just now, the little girl only felt panicked.

A breeze blew through and carried away some inexplicable feelings.

The little girl straightened her mind and followed Huang Tinghui to write these words one by one.

"Wu Feilian!"

These three words appeared on the river sand, although they were not as good as the three words written by Huang Tinghui on the side.

But it's much better than just now.

"It's great, Lian'er has made progress!" Huang Tinghui encouraged him, and he used a wooden strip to erase all the handwriting written on the river sand.

Subsequently, he patiently taught the little girl to practice other words.

In the courtyard, several hens made a "clucking" sound.

A few more eggs were added to the chicken coop.

The crowing rooster held down a fat bug with his claws.

The sharp corners of the mouth pecked hard, swallowing the fat worm into the belly.

The crowing rooster made a sound of satisfaction.

Looking down from the sky, the entire Funiu Ridge is golden.

There are squirrels jumping from tree to tree, and they hide their collected pine cones in a hidden place so that they can be eaten in winter.

In order to survive this harsh winter, the squirrels have made a lot of preparations.

Not only squirrels, but many animals among the trees are starting to prepare for this harsh winter to come.

A hunter also appeared in the Funiu Ridge, and the sharp arrow was volleyed, and soon shot through the body of a fox.

Orion was very pleased to mention the body of the fox, and this trip into the mountain finally did not return empty-handed.

In the distance, the old fisherman took a sip of the last bit of turbid wine in the gourd.

When the last drop of turbid wine could not be poured out, the old fisherman reluctantly tied the gourd containing the wine around his waist.

I saw the old fisherman fetch a fishing net full of holes from the lonely boat.

With a vigorous throw, the net was thrown towards the river.

The old fisherman muttered, "Fish, fish, come to my net!" ”

As if he had thought like this, the fish would really hit his net.

At this time, the dilapidated thatched hut was like a paradise, isolating all the disturbances of the world.

There were only two people left, just hugging each other like that.

Write on the sand of the river one by one.

I don't know how long I've been practicing, but Huang Tinghui also secretly feels that he has almost practiced.

The little girl's hands are probably sore.

As a beginner, the little girl only learned to write.

You can't push too hard.

"Lian'er, is your arm sore?" Huang Tinghui asked in a gentle voice.

"There's a little bit, but Lian'er can hold on!" The little girl said to Huang Tinghui.

"I won't practice today, I won't practice!" Huang Tinghui let go of the hand holding the little girl.

The grip was too tight just now, and there was sweat between Huang Tinghui's palms.

"Don't you practice?" The little girl's nerves were also quickly relaxed.

A wave of soreness came from her arm.

It turned out that it wasn't that my arm wasn't very sore just now, but the little girl was too involved in practicing calligraphy.

"Well, don't practice anymore!"

"There is an old saying that is called one piece and one relaxation, and it is the way of civil and martial arts!"

"Everything should be done one by one."

"Only by relaxing can we get things done."

"It's too much!" Huang Tinghui explained to the little girl.

Listening to Huang Tinghui's explanation, the little girl nodded as if she didn't understand.

Anyway, in her eyes, whatever her husband said was right.

Anything that makes sense!

She doesn't care if she understands it or not, as long as she listens to her husband, it's right.

"Lian'er, I'll teach you a poem!" Huang Tinghui said on a whim.

"Words?"

"Is it the same as poetry?" The little girl's big eyes flashed, and her bright eyes were full of curiosity.

"That's right!"

"A lot of literati and writers like it, those words are beautiful!"

After Huang Tinghui finished speaking, he picked up the wooden strip that was put aside and leveled the river sand.

Then he picked up the branch and wrote a row of beautiful words on the surface of the sand.

"Whoever sends the brocade book in the clouds, when the goose word returns, the moon is full in the West Building."

After writing, Huang Tinghui put the branch aside.

He said to the little girl, "These words of this sentence are called: Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the goose character returns, the moon is full in the west building." ”

"When the word goose returns, this sentence refers to the woman waiting for her husband to come back, because the wild goose is a personal word, implying that she is waiting for her husband."

"In the eyes of literati and artists, the moon represents the joy and sorrow of the clouds, the joys and sorrows."

Speaking of this, Huang Tinghui smiled quietly, and he continued to explain his understanding of this word to the little girl, "When the word goose returns, when the woman's husband returns to his side." ”

"That's the real full moon in the West Building!"

"Lian'er, one day your husband will not be by your side!"

"Even if we are waiting, we are happy!"

"Because we are all looking forward to the moment when the wild goose returns and the moon is full in the West Building."

"When that moment comes, I will experience more and more thoughts, more and more pains and joys!"

"The wine that is brewed between various emotions will become extraordinarily mellow at that moment."

"It's just because my husband's heart has been looking forward to you."

"And in Lian'er's heart, she has been looking forward to her husband."

The branch in Huang Tinghui's hand pointed to those words, and he said to the little girl with a smile.

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