After resting for a night in Komakiyama Castle, Yu Qiuping set off for the next day at noon to return to Kuroda Castle. When he arrived at Kuroda Castle, it was almost dark. As soon as he stepped into the third floor of Tianshou Pavilion in Kuroda Castle, Yu Qiuyu ran to the third floor of Tianshou Pavilion and found Yu Qiuping.
"Dad! Dad!" Yu Qiuyou opened the door excitedly, with a small hand behind her back, as if something was hiding for Yu Qiuping.
"Yu'er, dad just came back. Can you please let dad take a breath?" Imagawa Kaede complained dissatisfiedly. She was holding Yu Qiucen in her arms and coaxing her to sleep. Yu Qiuyou's fuss immediately woke Yu Qiucen, who was already confused, and started crying.
"It's okay, it's okay, dad is not tired!" Yu Qiuping saw his son, and was more kind than anything else. He smiled and stretched, "Tell me, You'er, what's wrong?"
When Yu Qiuyou saw that he attracted Yu Qiuping's attention, he smiled proudly: "Dad, guess?" He tilted his head and looked at Yu Qiuping.
"You'er has something delicious?" Yu Qiuping asked pretending to be confused.
"No." Yu Qiuyou shook his head mischievously, "Dad, guess again?"
"That's... Mom bought You'er a good-looking toy?" Yu Qiuping asked with a smile again.
"Not!" Yu Qiuyou saw that Yu Qiuping seemed to be unable to guess, and the smile on her face became stronger.
"Dad can't guess it, then Yu'er tells dad if it's okay?" Yu Qiuping asked in a very childish tone, amusing Imagawa Kaede beside him.
Yu Qiuyou raised his eyebrows proudly and pulled out his hand that had been hiding behind him.
"Dangdangdangdang!" Yu Qiuyou hummed a little tune, and excitedly raised the piece of rice paper hidden behind his back with both hands, facing Yu Qiuping. "Dad, look, am I awesome!"
Yu Qiuping and Imakawa Kaede glanced at the paper, looked at each other again, and smiled at each other.
"How is it! Dad! Mom!" Yu Qiuyou asked anxiously when he saw that the two of them did not comment immediately.
"You'er," Yu Qiuping waved his hand with a smile and cry, "Do you want to show your words on rice paper to your parents?"
"Yes!" Yu Qiuyou nodded his little head as expected.
"Then you lift the paper backward!" Yu Qiuping pointed at the paper in Yu Qiuyu's hand and laughed with Imakawa Kaede, "Where can your parents see the words you have written on?"
After Yu Qiuping reminded him, Yu Qiuyou hurriedly looked down and realized that he had faced him with the words written. He blushed and turned the paper around in a hurry and faced Yu Qiuping with the words written.
I saw three words written in a black brush on the white rice paper: Yu Qiuyou. Although the strokes are thick and thin, the structure is very unreasonable, the word "Yu" is written like a painting. However, this is a word written by a child who is only four years old! It is already very good! Yu Qiuping remembers that before he went to Xiaomushan, Yu Qiuyou had not started to learn to write!
"You'er is great!" Yu Qiuping smiled and clapped his hands and encouraged, "Is this what Uncle Jingde taught you today?"
"Yes!" Yu Qiuyou was praised by Yu Qiuping and said excitedly: "This morning, Aunt Zhihu taught me and my brother to learn simple sword knowledge, and we started to learn to write in the afternoon! I learned it in one afternoon!"
"At the beginning, I can't write it..." Just when Yu Qiuyou was still in the mood and wanted to tell Yu Qiuping about his twists and turns of learning to write a name, Yu Qiuping suddenly said, "You'er, did you say your brother also learn to write with you?"
"Uh... well, right!" Yu Qiuyou stumbled for a moment, and had to pause his story and answer his father's question. "My master and Lord Zhuzhong teach us two of them to practice calligraphy. By the way! Dad! When I was learning to write "Rain" today..."
"Then where is your brother practicing calligraphy?" Yu Qiuping said as he walked to the door and changed into shoes. "Your brother doesn't have a right hand, so writing must be very inconvenient. I'll go see him."
Yu Qiuyou was stunned for a moment after hearing this, swallowing back the story he wanted to tell his father, and his eyes could not hide his loss. However, he nodded sensibly and whispered: "In the study on the second floor."
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Yu Qiuping walked along the stairs to the second floor and saw lights flashing in the study. The sky was already dark, and the smoke outside the Kuroda City began to gradually become sparse.
Yu Qiu relaxed his steps and walked slowly to the edge of the study room. Through the hollow window, he looked carefully into the room. He saw a weak figure, sitting in front of a table, with the empty sleeves on his right hand feeling particularly distressed. Yu Qiu Shang seemed to have been kneeling for a long time, his body was exhausted, slightly trembling, but he still knelt straight with meticulousness. He held a brush in a standard position with his left hand, carefully dipped in some ink, and clumsyly tried to write his name on rice paper again.
The first word "Rain" is easy to write in these words. Although Yu Qiushang has tried very hard and carefully trying to copy the sample that Zhu Nakachi Shigeji helped him write on another piece of paper, he will always write it wrong due to various problems. Either the "points" cannot get the place, or the first and second horizontal lines always overlap. Every time he writes the wrong words, he will have a very annoyed expression on his face, so he has to move the paper a little and start writing the second one.
Yu Qiuping glanced at him and had a small thick stack of rice paper stacked with unwritten words "Rain". He worked so hard every stroke, but he could never find the right place.
Takenaka Shigeji sat next to Yu Qiushang, feeling distressed and looked at the child in front of him helplessly. He always wrote with his right hand, and he couldn't write well with his left hand, so it was difficult to give Yu Qiushang any substantial suggestions. He had to watch him try again and again, fail again and again. Yu Qiuyou had practiced it before and went to have supper, but Yu Qiushang has been practicing until now. The word left hand is really much more difficult to control than the right hand, and even the shape of a man's characters is designed for the right hand.
"Young master, let's practice later," Takenaka Shigeji whispered in distress: "I'll have supper first, and take a rest before practicing."
However, Yu Qiushang, who was still a little annoyed, heard Takenaka Shigeji speak like this, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears were almost shedding from grievance.
"Teacher, let me practice for a while." The child tried hard to hold back the crying voice in the child's voice and whispered: "Ayou will practice so quickly... I can do it too."
"Young Master..." Takenaka Shigeji sighed and gently patted Yu Qiushang on the shoulder, "Sometimes, don't force yourself too much, just take a rest first. You are not in good health and can't sit for so long." As soon as Takenaka Shigeji finished speaking, he did cough twice first.
"No, teacher." Yu Qiushang blinked and shook his head vigorously, "I'm not willing to give up."
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Yu Qiushang knelt quietly in the house to practice calligraphy, while Zhuzhong Shigezhi was silently accompanied him. Yu Qiuping leaned silently outside the door, watching his miserable child through the house, fighting against his unfortunate fate over and over again. However, he did not notice that Yu Qiuyou's small figure was often at the stairs in the distance, looking at his father.
He practiced again and again until the sun was completely submerged in the mountains, until the moon gradually rose, until the sound of the new sound began to echo in the city, Yu Qiushang finally began to practice the most difficult word "shang". Even when Yu Qiuping passed through the door, he could hear the sound of his stomach gushing, but this child had no intention of giving up.
Takenaka Shigeji sat next to him and coughed a few times, his face a little bad. Isn't Yu Qiushang the same? However, none of the master and apprentice asked for a break again, but they just kept insisting on it. There were many strokes of "Shang" and when writing with a heavy brush, if you don't grasp it well, the strokes will overlap. Yu Qiushang then un bothered to unpack "Shang" into separate parts, practiced repeatedly, and then tried to combine them together.
Finally, after failing countless times, Yu Qiushang seemed to have found some feeling. Behind the words "Yu" and "Qiu" that were already well written, he finally wrote a "Shang" in a twisted manner! In order to prevent the strokes from overlapping, the characters are as big as "Yu" and "Qiu". However, he succeeded after all!
Tears of joy suddenly overflowed from his eyes, and Yu Qiushang's left brush slid weakly on the table. He wanted to get up excitedly, but he felt dizzy because he had been kneeling for too long and suddenly got up, and fell straight backwards.
The door suddenly opened, Yu Qiuping ran into the room quickly, squatted down and hugged Yu Qiushang. Seeing this, Yu Qiuyou hurried into the house and came to Yu Qiushang's side to check his condition. Yu Qiushang's face was pale, and he finally breathed evenly, and the scene in front of him no longer rotated.
"Shang'er! Do you have any trouble?" Yu Qiuping hugged the child in his arms with distress, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
However, Yu Qiushang did not answer directly.
He just tried hard to raise his little hand, pointed to the piece of rice paper on the table, and pointed to the three big words "Yu Qiushang" on the rice paper.
"Dad, look." Yu Qiushang whispered proudly in a faint voice: "I did it."
Yu Qiuping's tears suddenly surged out of his eyes, hugging the child in his arms tightly, stroked his back with his right hand over and over, and stroked his body, which was already shaking because he had been kneeling for the afternoon.
"Dad saw it, Shang'er is so awesome." Yu Qiuping said softly.
Chapter completed!