"Husband wants to teach Lian'er to write?" The little girl opened her eyes wide and looked at Huang Tinghui. She covered her little mouth and said.

Although the little girl also wants to learn to write with Huang Tinghui.

But in this era, "a woman without talent is virtue", the little girl is still hesitant and struggles a little.

Huang Tinghui didn't care about this. He picked up the branches placed on the side. He looked at the little girl and said, "I will start with the most common teaching!"

"Lian'er sees it clearly!" After Huang Tinghui finished speaking, the branches in his hand fell on the river sand.

Soon, Huang Tinghui wrote three words on the fine river sand, "Wu Feilian!"

"Husband, what are you writing?" The little girl was illiterate, so she didn't know what words Huang Tinghui wrote on the river sand.

Huang Tinghui smiled slightly when he heard this, and handed the wooden strip in his hand to the little girl.

"This word is pronounced as Wu!" Huang Tinghui said softly.

"Wu!" the little girl followed Huang Tinghui and said softly.

"This word is pronounced on Fei!"

"Philip!"

"This word is pronounced as a lotus!"

"lotus!"

"Read it together!" Huang Tinghui said to the little girl.

"Wu Feilian!"

"It's my name!" The little girl seemed to have discovered a new world, and she said excitedly to Huang Tinghui.

"So smart!"

"It's your name!"

"Wu Feilian!" Huang Tinghui smiled and stretched out his hand, scrambling the tip of the little girl's nose.

"Since you want to practice calligraphy, start with your name and learn it!"

Huang Tinghui said to the little girl in a very gentle tone.

"Yeah!" The little girl made an extremely crisp sound.

She stared at the three words written by Huang Tinghui, as if she thought that as long as she was watching these three words, she could write them out.

Huang Tinghui laughed in silence when he looked at such a dazed look.

"Lian'er, the key to practicing calligraphy is to practice!"

"It's not to see!"

"If you just read it, you will never be able to write it out!" Huang Tinghui smiled and rubbed the little girl's head.

The little girl nodded blankly, she clenched her fists and said to Huang Tinghui, "Husband, I think I can do it!"

Huang Tinghui was stunned when he heard the little girl say this.

Then he laughed loudly.

The little girl is quite confident!

"You wrote this piece, imitating the words written by your husband!"

Huang Tinghui wanted the little girl to start learning from copying, but the conditions did not allow it.

Huang Tinghui doesn’t even have paper now, so how can he let the little girl copy it?

The little girl looked nervously at the three words "Wu Feilian" written on the river sand.

She imitated the three words written by Huang Tinghui, and wrote them next to each stroke.

But the little girl is a beginner after all, so how can she master the tricks?

Huang Tinghui learned to write calligraphy back then, but he took a lot of effort.

The little girl wrote the word "Wu", with curved strokes and not straight at all, just like a child doing random graffiti.

Looking at the words you wrote, then the words you wrote by your husband.

The little girl lowered her head in shame.

She just said that she seemed to have learned it, but the result was that she learned it in her brain but her hands were not.

"Husband..."

"Yes... I'm sorry..." The little girl looked like a child who had made a mistake. She lowered her head and said to Huang Tinghui.

"I'm sorry?"

"You wrote very well. When your husband first started to learn to write, he wrote much less readily than you did."

"Lian'er is really talented in writing!" Huang Tinghui touched the little girl's head in a doting way, and he said with a smile.

Although the little girl's handwriting is not very good now, Huang Tinghui still discovered the little girl's talent for writing.

"Really?" The little girl raised her head unconfidently and looked at Huang Tinghui.

"Of course it's true!"

"I used to be scolded when my husband was writing, I didn't know how many times."

"I don't know how ugly it is."

"Mr. I said something to me at that time." At this point, Huang Tinghui couldn't help but laugh.

The little girl didn't understand why, she looked at Huang Tinghui and asked, "Husband, what did the sir say?"

"He said that the husband cannot be carved with rotten wood, and the mud cannot be supported on the wall!"

After saying that, Huang Tinghui couldn't help laughing.

It’s not that this incident is funny, but just thinking of the angry look of the teacher who taught me to write, Huang Tinghui couldn’t help laughing.

"That gentleman is so strict!"

"My husband's handwriting is clearly written so well, much better than Lian'er's!"

The little girl glanced at the words Huang Tinghui wrote on the river sand, and then looked at the words she wrote on the river sand.

She couldn't help but speak.

"Little idiot!" Huang Tinghui flicked his fingers on the little girl's forehead, and he continued to say to the little girl: "As long as you have a deep skill, the iron rod will be ground into a needle."

"Everything requires effort, no matter how you can accomplish it overnight."

"Just like the word husband, I have practiced it for a long time before I can see what I am now."

"The little girl needs to practice regularly, so the handwriting will naturally become better and better."

Huang Tinghui comforted the little girl.

Hearing Huang Tinghui's encouragement, the little girl gradually regained her confidence.

"Um!"

"Lian'er also needs to learn to write well, and also learn to write many words!"

The little girl clenched her fists and said firmly.

Looking at the little girl's serious expression, Huang Tinghui was a little curious.

He could see that the little girl was very interested in practicing writing.

It can even be said to be a bit obsessed.

"With your husband here, why did Lian'er learn to write a lot of words?" Huang Tinghui asked strangely.

"My husband must go out to study in the future, and he will not be by Lian'er's side at that time!"

"Lian'er can't hold your husband back, but at that time, Lian'er would miss her husband very much."

"If Lian'er learns to write, then Lian'er can write all her longing for her husband in the letter!"

"My husband just open the letter and see the words written by Lian'er!"

"You will know that Lian'er really misses her husband very much!"

Wu Feilian stood there so prettyly, and she said these words very seriously.

At this time, Huang Tinghui understood why the little girl was so obsessed with learning to write.

So that's it!

I was inexplicably moved. Huang Tinghui just wanted to embrace this cute and heartbreaking little girl into his arms.

"What a silly girl!" At this moment, Huang Tinghui no longer suppressed his inner fluctuations.

He pulled the little girl over and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Silly girl!"

"My husband will teach you how to write!"
To be continued...