"...So, that's it. I really don't know how to write it, so I summarized it briefly and wrote it a little."

After stubbing his fat fingers, Yan Ning secretly glanced at Wen Xiuting sitting opposite him.

Wen Xiuting:...

Wen Xiuting never expected that he had studied the post for a whole half of a day, and it turned out that this girl wrote it casually.

"An An." Wen Xiuting took a sip of tea before speaking, "No matter how short it is, you can't do it like this. This is not what the post you wrote. Do you know what the post you wrote looks like?"

"What do you think?" Yan Ning asked in confusion.

"Well, it's probably like a letter of help."

Yan Ning:!

A letter of help?!

Where does it look like it? Tell me where does it look like it?!

Yan Ning roared in his heart, and finally he could only admit his mistake, "Brother Wen, I know I was wrong. I will definitely not write like this in the future."

Wen Xiuting nodded with satisfaction, and then spoke carefully, "An An, you should practice your handwriting, otherwise you may not be able to understand it if you write a letter of help."

Yan Ning:...

A knowing blow!

It's heartbreaking, Wen Xiuting!

Yan Ning's face made a big smile and squeezed out a few words from his teeth, "Brother Wen, Dad has already invited me to my master."

"That's good. An An, you have to listen to the class carefully. If you don't know anything, you can ask me. Also, if you have nothing to do, you have to practice calligraphy more. Do you know?" Wen Xiuting looked sober, like an old father who was worried about his stupid daughter?

"An An knows."

"Well, be obedient, I will come to check if I have time."

Yan Ning:!

Why did I have to ask you to torture me,

Yan Ning, who was exhausted, had a vicissitudes of life and was holding the flower pot in her arms and was sad to the river.

After lunch, Yan Ning, who was repeatedly told by Wen Xiuting to practice calligraphy before leaving, lay on his bed and cried out loud.

I didn’t expect you to be like Wen Xiuting like this!

Where did you go for the gentleness, thoughtfulness and understanding of your past?

So from that day on, Yan's father and mother saw their daughter practicing calligraphy with a brush all day long, and vowed to practice all the fonts of the 9981 styles and pick them up at will.

Of course, this is all a story later. At this time, Yan Ning was still sighing and memorizing her disciple's rules. The Master will come to class tomorrow. Although she has already memorized this book well, in order to avoid trouble, Yan Ning still memorized the book all day except eating and sleeping.

When the Master checked Wanyan Ning's learning status during this period, he praised him with satisfaction. Yan Ning suddenly felt that he was still a little worthy.

For a while after that, Yan Ning practiced calligraphy in addition to class. During this period, Wen Xiuting actually came to check it several times. However, after seeing the effect of Yan Ning practicing calligraphy, she also praised her fiercely.

...

"Mom, is it okay for us to go to the lake today?" Yan Ning lay in Yan's mother's arms and acted coquettishly. She pouted, stretched out a little finger and shook it, and said with a stress, "I've just left the door once, really." So she took me to take me there.

Mrs. Yan rubbed her eyebrows with a headache. She finally stopped class today. This stinky girl came to pester her to go out early in the morning, which made her feel a headache.

But after thinking about it carefully, it was true that apart from the last time I went to Putuo Temple to enjoy incense, the little girl has been staying at home and attending classes and not going out.

"Okay OK, you go back and pack up first, let's go out."

"Really, mother?! Can we really go out?" Yan Ning jumped up excitedly, and shouted at the slightest ladylike manners.

"Really, An An, girls can't jump like this." Yan's mother whispered, and Yan Ning stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, turned around and ran away.

...
Chapter completed!