Steady hands?
Yan Funing thought to herself, this is easy.
Just think of the pen as a scalpel.
In just a moment, her hand steadied.
Fu Ciyi nodded with satisfaction: "Put pen to paper."
Yan Funing looked at him and asked, "Do you want to start from here by writing a horizontal stroke and a vertical stroke?"
"That's fine. I'll write your name tonight. Feel free to follow along." He said in a gentle voice, "We'll start studying systematically tomorrow."
The only difference between the traditional and simplified versions of the three characters Yan Funing is the character "颜", and the difference is not big.
She can actually write very quickly.
Since I don't know how to write with a brush, the strokes on my writing are not clear, but the shapes are still there.
Fu Ciyi was surprised and asked, "You knew how to write your own name, right?"
Yan Funing smiled and said, "You have to know how to write your own name, right?"
Fu Ciyi nodded slightly: "In that case, you can write the horizontal strokes first, and write them at least five hundred times a day."
Yan Funing's lips twitched: "Five hundred times?"
"Not enough? Then a thousand times."
"no."
"Too much, huh?"
"Not really, it's just a waste of paper." She smiled playfully, "I just need to know how to read and write. I don't want to be a calligrapher."
"You are the first person I have taught, and it is my duty to teach you well."
"ah?"
Yan Funing frowned. Was he forced to become a calligrapher?
Fu Ciyi didn't continue the topic and just said, "It's getting late, go to bed."
Yan Funing put away the unfinished clothes and whispered, "But the sheets are not dry yet, so I can't separate the beds."
"Yan Funing, what do you think I can do to you in your current situation?"
His voice was thin and faint in the night.
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