It was already 2:15 PM when Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige returned to the Hua family's old house, just in time for lunch.
After dinner, Mu Lige went to Hua Qingcheng's room to teach her how to write.
"Write your name for me first!"
Mu Lige took out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone that Hua's mother had given him. He took out a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table, holding down the corners with clean stones. He then placed the inkstone on the upper right corner of the table and spoke to Hua Qingcheng while grinding ink.
“Paper is expensive!”
When Hua Qingcheng was holding the pen and preparing to write, Mu Lige hurriedly reminded her.
When Mu Lige saw Hua Qingcheng write the three words "Mu Lige" crookedly again, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
There is no way. Writing calligraphy is indeed Hua Qingcheng's weakness, and even she herself is helpless.
Mu Lige: "These words are not written like this."
Hua Qingcheng: "How do I write it?"
Mu Lige: "First of all, the way you sit is wrong!"
Upon hearing this, Hua Qingcheng immediately sat up straight and adjusted her posture.
Mu Lige: "This is Xu Luo!"
Hua Qingcheng hurriedly rewrote it.
Mu Lige: "You lifted the pen too hard!"
Hua Qingcheng then reduced the strength of her grip on the pen.
Mu Lige: "The pen's angle is too big!"
Upon hearing this, Hua Qingcheng immediately held the pen straighter.
Mu Lige: "You're holding the pen too tightly, relax a little!"
Hua Qingcheng quickly readjusted her pen-holding posture.
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“That’s enough!”
"Mu Lige!"
"This isn't right, and that isn't right either. So what's going on?"
Hua Qingcheng felt her head buzzing with Mu Lige's nagging. No matter how much she wrote, nothing was to his liking, and her patience was gradually running out.
Seeing the usually strong and capable woman suddenly lose her temper, Mu Lige felt inexplicably funny and secretly laughed in his heart.
Forcing down the corners of his mouth that were curled up, Mu Lige held Hua Qingcheng's hand from behind and taught her to write stroke by stroke.
The sudden closeness of distance and the slightly warm touch of her hand made Meng Hua Qingcheng's heart beat faster. This man's gentleness was truly irresistible. Hua Qingcheng felt a little regretful. Why couldn't she help but lose her temper with him just now? For the first time in her life, Hua Qingcheng's thick face actually flushed slightly.
Seeing the woman in his arms suddenly blush, Mu Lige's forced smile could no longer be suppressed. It was rare to see Hua Qingcheng display the shy demeanor of a young Zhaoyang woman, and Mu Lige's mood brightened immediately, so he devoted himself even more to teaching.
"Qingqing, you're a beginner now, so just practice small regular script first. Pay attention to your pen holding posture when writing. Also, the pen movements differ depending on the size of the characters. Small characters are better with your fingers, medium characters with your wrist, and large characters with your elbow..."
"Like this... and like this..."
With Mu Lige's patient and tireless teaching, Hua Qingcheng was able to write the three words "Mu Lige" to a satisfactory level.
In the evening, Han Yichen stopped cooking and Mu Lige went to help with cooking. Hua Qingcheng was forced to stay in the room and practice calligraphy alone.
"Xiaotian, come here!"
Yu Xiaotian, who was sweeping the yard, suddenly heard Hua Qingcheng calling him and hurried over.
"Wife, do you have any instructions?"
Yu Xiaotian held the broom in his hand, but he was thinking that there were still several places that had not been cleaned, so it would be better not to delay him too long.
Hua Qingcheng: "Do you know how to read?"
Yu Xiaotian: “I recognize some.”
Hua Qingcheng: "Can you write?"
Yu Xiaotian: "I can write, but my handwriting is ugly."
Hua Qingcheng: "Write your name for me to see."
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaotian wrote the three fresh and elegant regular script characters "Yu Xiaotian" on a blank piece of paper.
Hua Qingcheng: ...
Hua Qingcheng: "Go back and sweep the floor."
Then Hua Qingcheng found Situ Ye again.
Hua Qingcheng: "Can you write?"
Situ Ye: "I understand a little, but I can't write well."
Hua Qingcheng inexplicably felt as if history was repeating itself.
Sure enough, after seeing Situ Ye's beautiful running script, he sent him away again.
Unwilling to give up, Hua Qingcheng simply took a pen and paper to Han Yichen's room. When Han Yichen wrote a row of wild and imaginative cursive on the paper for her, Hua Qingcheng suddenly felt a little doubtful about her life.
Isn't it said that a man's virtue lies in his lack of talent? Why are these husbands in his family so much more capable than the last?
Looking back at the crooked, dog-scratched handwriting on the table, Hua Qingcheng truly realized her mistake and reflected on herself. It seemed that what Mu Lige said about her was right; her handwriting was indeed very bad.
So, before dinner, Hua Qingcheng practiced calligraphy seriously according to the method taught by Mu Lige, and also wrote the name of everyone in the family.
After dinner, except for Han Yichen who went back to his room to lock himself in, Situ Ye and Yu Xiaotian were all busy with their own things. When Mu Lige took the dishes to the kitchen to wash them, Hua Qingcheng stopped him.
"I'll do it!"
"No! There's no reason to ask a wife to do housework when she has a husband."
When Mu Lige saw Hua Qingcheng squatting down and putting her hand into the basin, he quickly spoke up to stop her.
Hua Qingcheng looked up at Mu Lige and said seriously:
"I am the head of the family, and I have the final say. In our family, there will be no saying that women cannot do housework. I am also a member of the family. Housework is not yours alone, but everyone has a share."
Seeing that she spoke sincerely, Mu Lige did not try to stop her.
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