Ye Xusheng couldn't help but laugh: "Er Ni, that's not the case. You have to start from the upper right corner and then write from top to bottom. This is what you read in the book."
He Xiner then remembered that the writing format in ancient times was indeed like this. She had just read the book and didn't even remember it.
He smiled flatteringly at Ye Xusheng, then looked worried at his "masterpiece".
Ye Xusheng said: "Practice calligraphy also in a step-by-step manner. In this way, you can write two pages every night."
He Xiner nodded silently, took out another piece of paper and tried to write from the upper right corner from top to bottom. She was a little uncomfortable, but this can be easily overcome. It's not a big problem, but the words are really hard to describe.
Alas, I don’t expect to become a talented woman, as long as I can read and write, don’t let others sell me without knowing.
He Xiner's mentality is still good.
After writing, I had nothing to do, and I was curious about how to sharpen ink. Seeing that my cousin had just polished it very easily, he pointed at the inkstone to indicate that he wanted to try it.
Ye Xusheng naturally followed her, looked at her gently, and said: "The ink grinding should be gentle and heavy, at a moderate speed, the ink grinding posture should be correct, the ink stick should be kept vertical and straight, and the inkstone should be circled vertically.
Grind at an angle or push straight, and don’t grind at will.”
He Xiner stuck out her tongue naughtily. Seemingly simple things actually have so much elaboration.
I took the ink stick from Ye Xusheng's hand and tried it. I felt pretty good about myself. I couldn't help but feel a little proud, but I ended up being too proud. I didn't have enough strength to hold the ink stick in my hand. When I tilted my hand holding the ink stick, my hand went down.
When I looked around, I felt anxious, thinking that I couldn't do any ink.
My brain twitched and I stopped moving my hands into the viewing platform, but my body also lost its center of gravity and fell onto the table. I suddenly panicked and tried to hold it up with my hands, but the inkstone was knocked over with such force that I almost died.
Yeah, I couldn't hold my body up, bang, my little face came into close contact with the desk.
Her face was a little wet, and He Xiner blushed and quickly got up and wiped it with her hands. Who knew that the more she wiped, the more ink she would smear all over her face.
Ye Xusheng, who had just picked up a book from the bookshelf, turned his head when he heard the voice and saw this scene. He was stunned...
Afraid that Erni would be annoyed, she didn't dare to laugh. She pressed hard on the upturned corners of her mouth and coughed lightly: "Don't wipe it with your hands. Wait until I get some water."
He quickly put down the book in his hand, picked up his wooden basin and hurriedly went to the backyard to fetch water.
Countryside people burn firewood to cook, and there are still sparks in the stove after cooking. In order not to waste the firepower, they always put a pot of water on the stove to warm it, so that they can be used for washing at night.
Ye Xusheng carried the wooden basin to the kitchen, opened the pot and saw that there was still warm water, poured half of the basin and carried it back to the room.
In the room, He Xiner lowered her head in annoyance, looking pitiful.
Ye Xusheng put the wooden basin on the washstand at the door, took his usual cotton towel and soaked it in water. He looked at the wilting Erni and smiled softly, "Come here and wipe it."
Like an erring primary school student who was caught red-handed by the teacher, He Xiner walked slowly towards the washstand.
The smile in Ye Xusheng's eyes could hardly be hidden. He took Erni's hand and gently wiped it clean. He washed the cotton towel and squeezed the water out, and gently wiped Erni's face. He Xiner was startled and looked at Ye Xusheng's gentleness.
His eyes gave him the illusion that he was a baby.
He Xiner is an only child. The children among her relatives are older than her, but she has no brothers or sisters to coax her.
When I grew up, I fell in love. My boyfriend was also an only child. How could he take care of me so carefully? The two of them were together because they could play together. After playing, they went back to their homes to find their own mothers.
He Xin'er often wandered in her thoughts. Seeing her dazed look, Ye Xusheng knew that her mind had wandered off to nowhere, so he didn't bother her. He went to change the water in the basin, scrubbed it again, and finally wiped it clean.
He Xiner came back from her fugue, smiled shyly and gratefully at Ye Xusheng, and stared at Ye Xusheng with bright and clear eyes, which made Ye Xusheng feel soft and touched her head: "Go back and rest early tonight.
Just enough not to be too tired.” This chapter has been completed!