No matter how tiring writing is, can it be as tiring as washing clothes with well water in the middle of winter?
No matter how hard it is, can it be more painful than kneeling on the ground and being whipped with a branch by the kind lady?
Seeing Qingtian's firm attitude, Mr. Wei began to explain to Qingtian the pens, ink, paper and inkstone and how to use them.
He taught Qingtian how to grind ink, dip the brush in ink, and lick the brush, and then led her to write the most basic strokes on paper.
"Let's practice these strokes today. Be sure to follow what I write, making sure the horizontal and vertical strokes are straight.
“Don’t think this is boring, this is giving you a foundation.
"Just like building a house, you have to lay the foundation first. If the foundation is not laid well..."
Before Mr. Wei finished speaking, Qingtian added, "He'll be like my elder brother, with handwriting that looks like a dog crawling."
"Ahem—" Mr. Wei coughed twice and nodded, "That's not wrong.
"Your eldest brother didn't lay a solid foundation when he first started learning, so his handwriting is crooked and has no bones."
Mr. Wei then asked casually, "Is he still practicing calligraphy recently?"
"Big brother practices calligraphy every day," Qingtian said. "Even during the two days we were in the capital, big brother brought his own things and took time to practice calligraphy!"
"Is your elder brother also in Beijing now?" asked Mr. Wei.
"Yes, my brother is at my cousin's house!" Qingtian said.
Mr. Wei said, "Then call him over. I'll see if he has made any progress in calligraphy practice and give him some pointers.
“If you practice in the wrong direction, the harder you work, the further you’ll go in the wrong direction.”
Qin Hexuan sent someone to the general's mansion to pick up Ye Changrui.
When Ye Changrui heard that it was Mr. Wei who asked him to come over to check the results of his calligraphy practice, he immediately became very nervous.
Ye Qingshan listened with envy.
Even a rough guy like him has heard of Mr. Wei's name.
I didn’t expect that Ye Changrui had already received guidance from Mr. Wei, and now he can go and listen to his teachings in person.
Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at his two stupid and useless sons.
Ye Changhan is only one year younger than Ye Changrui.
Others have already received guidance from famous teachers, but I am still just thinking about playing skates on the ice, and I don't even check whether the ice is solid before playing.
Oh, this matter really cannot be compared. The more I compare it, the more depressed I feel.
Forget it, Ye Qingshan thought in despair. He was not a student by any means, and he couldn't be too demanding on his sons.
But it doesn’t matter if you’re not good at studying, you still need to work harder on practicing martial arts.
I was so busy at the border before that I couldn't take care of my family. Now that I'm in the capital, I have nothing to do every day, so it's a good opportunity to focus on the basic skills of my two sons.
Ye Changhan and Ye Changkun were looking at Ye Changrui with sympathy as he packed his schoolbag to go to Qin's house, when they suddenly felt a chill.
But the house was as warm as spring, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and there was no wind blowing in at all.
Could it be that he really caught a cold after falling into the water yesterday?
The two brothers looked at each other and ran to Shao to ask for ginger sugar water.
Although this thing doesn't taste good, it's better than drinking bitter medicine when you catch a cold.
Ye Changrui was quickly taken to Qin's residence and followed Song Tao to the study.
Qingtian was now able to sit at the table and practice his strokes by himself, and he also received praise from Mr. Wei.
She used to work every day at the Shan family, so although she is very thin, she is still very strong.
Although her hands are still small, she is very steady when holding the pen. She is not like other children who have trouble holding the pen and writing at the beginning.
After Mr. Wei guided her to write a few strokes, he let her try it herself, and she was immediately amazed.
"That's right, that's how it's written." Mr. Wei was very happy looking at the strokes written by Qingtian. "First, write two more pages according to this. If your writing is good, I can teach you a few simple characters this afternoon."
When Qingtian heard this, he immediately became motivated and practiced even harder.
Ye Changrui saw this scene as soon as he entered the room. After seeing the handwriting left by Qingtian on the paper, he suddenly felt his scalp tingling.
Is it an illusion?
Why does he feel that his handwriting is not as good as his sister who has just started learning to write?
"Mr. Wei, Young Master Qin." Ye Changrui stepped forward to greet the two.
"Well, I heard from Qingtian that you've been practicing calligraphy every day since you returned?"
"Yes!" Ye Changrui swallowed nervously, "But I left the paper I used for calligraphy practice at home and didn't bring it with me."
"It's okay. Just write it down for me now." Mr. Wei pointed to the table next to him, where the four treasures of the study were already laid out. "Just write a few words and I'll see."
Ye Changrui thought about it, wrote down the poem he had practiced the most recently, and gave it to Mr. Wei for review.
Mr. Wei looked at Ye Changrui's handwriting and said nothing for a long time. Finally, he reluctantly circled two words with a red pen and said, "These two words are written very well, but the others still need more practice!
"Look at your horizontal writing. Didn't I tell you before how to write horizontally?"
"Yes!" Ye Changrui was annoyed. "I usually pay attention when I write. I was too nervous just now, so..."
"Being nervous is not an excuse. Won't you be nervous when you take the exam?
“If you have the opportunity to take part in the palace examination in the future, you will be even more nervous about writing an essay in front of the emperor.
“If I can’t write well when I’m nervous, what’s the point?
"You just haven't practiced enough. If you practice enough, writing will become second nature. You won't have to think about it at all, and you can write anytime, anywhere without any problems."
"Yes." Ye Changrui lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wei. I shouldn't have made excuses for my poor handwriting. I will definitely work harder on my calligraphy when I get back."
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