I am Fufeng Maoling Ma Chao.
Cai Yan sighed softly and smiled. These words are quite powerful at first glance!
It’s okay, it’s okay. I modestly reviewed the previous method
Although the structure of this picture is scattered and the handwriting is sparse, the font size seems to be inconsistent, but it is better than hearty … This is indeed an expression of true feelings …
I sighed, Yan Mei, why is my handwriting so ugly? Is it possible that I didn’t write well?
Cai Yan comforted me very tenderly. Husband, don’t think that you seldom write on weekdays, so it is difficult to write smoothly.
No, I wrote a lot of words when I was six or seven years old. I didn’t accept this reason
She said seriously, You certainly didn’t seriously write about the realm of natural law at that time.
I bowed my head in shame.
My husband’s first need to be corrected is that his strength is too strong. Cai Yan picked up the paper from the case and shook it gently.
There is a faint feeling of wanting to break on the back of the paper.
I secretly said that I seem to have made some progress than before … less and less.
Husband, holding a pen is like holding a gun. Every stroke is extremely powerful. Not only paper, but even the pen holder can’t bear it? Cai Yan seriously analyzed.
I realized that the palm of my right hand had already produced a layer of fine sweat.
But I’m afraid it will be too elegant if it’s not effective … I stressed that it is really difficult for me to hold a pen.
My husband should practice hard every day to master the appropriate strength. She smiled at me. My husband can practice marksmanship every morning and evening without practicing brushwork?
Shooting is lifesaving. If I can give up, I am farsighted.
Then my wife writes with my husband every afternoon. She also knows that I can’t devote myself to the art of law as soon as I am in Wang Yang, so I settle for second best.
Let’s write it for a few days to see the effect. I don’t have any confidence.
It’s best not to write nonsense when practicing calligraphy, but also to have something to say. There seems to be no good copybook in the government. Cai Yan frowned. Why don’t you choose some poems and essays to write?
What I call literacy education is everything is up to you
Cai Yan blinked, took out a key from the shelf, bent over and walked towards the corner.
Yan sister, you … I quickly grew up.
Of course, choose a short one to practice first! She chuckled and bent over to beat the box.
Chapter 52 CAI wenji consciousness
I sat at my desk and watched Cai Yan hold out the stack of manuscripts.
Her face is full of excitement.
Didn’t you say … I won’t insist on it anymore? I murmured
Huh? She exclaimed, This is my husband’s promotion.
I don’t trust you, a woman with no credibility, anymore.
She put the manuscript at her feet with joy.
I quickly reached down and said, Let’s start with the first article.
Cai Yan didn’t object. She took out the first page. Why don’t you let my body demonstrate a little?
Never better I sideways to give up the position.
She smiled sweetly and squeezed in front of me to smooth the paper, dipped the pen in ink and waved her sleeves like clouds.
Her small print in beautiful and elegant still smells faint.
I coughed, It’s obvious that I can’t learn your font.
Who told you to learn other people’s fonts! She said angrily, I want you to see the way of writing a pen so that you can get some insight. Well, try it yourself. She revealed that she had just written an article Compassion for Farmers
I didn’t stop, and I did it again.
Cai Yan frowned. Do you compare it?
Oh no no! I quickly crumpled this piece of paper into a joke. Although I am not afraid of shame, I am by no means from bring disgrace to oneself.
Cai Yan bit her lip and looked particularly attractive. If my husband can concentrate on practicing guns, maybe there will be another world.
This is a matter of course, and I am not shy. I came here as a redneck who can barely read, which is considered as intermediate knowledge, and you have to marry me, but I have refused many times …
hate it! People didn’t say they regretted marrying you! Cai Yan gently gave me a push. But when you write, you always look a little trance, and your pen is uneven in weight. Of course, you can’t write good words.
… still wandering around? I can’t help laughing at this strange comment. You are really angry …
Really angry? I took a deep breath with a pen and slowly put pen to paper.
The flexible nib slowly slides on the paper and drips a zigzag mark.
I felt a nearly warm current flowing along my arm to my fingers.
My mind suddenly calmed down.
The pen tip gently lifted the first picture to declare the end.
I just spit out the polluted air in my chest. Well, it’s a short poem …
Cai Yan nodded with satisfaction. Indeed, for example, there has been significant progress.
So … let’s call it a day. Thank you for your guidance. I applauded.
Cai Yan Liu Mei lifted Strike while the iron is hot is the right way
So I started writing again to gather my true strength and continue to exercise my pen skills.
In just half an hour, the wrist of the right hand has been swollen.
It hurts so much that I can hardly lift it.
Once again, I deeply realized that learning is arduous.
This time is nearly an hour long. When I was exercising in the evening after the training class, I fell to the ground after hitting the earth for the 53rd time.
Of course, this difficulty doesn’t bother me.