"Xiao Yue, did you recite the general tips of your European style brushwork yesterday?

"Dad, our teacher said that we would take a fish to school tomorrow and observe the fish's living habits. Is it good to accompany me to the county to buy a goldfish?"

"There are so many things going to kindergarten? Goldfish, I'll go to the river pond to catch a big crucian carp for you later. You can recite the general tips of brushwork first."

The middle-aged woman was washing clothes on the side shook her head, "Dad, the teacher is talking about goldfish. Why do you bring a crucian carp for? Or steam it? Really, Xiaoyue, my mother will buy it for you later."

"Then you memorize the general tips of brushwork first."

"What general tips for memorizing brushwork? Nowadays, children have learned English since childhood, and bilingual teaching is popular. What's the use of learning these broken calligraphy? Do you want Xiaoyue to be as unreliable as you, stay in the valley for the rest of your life and be a farmer? You have to learn English from childhood. When you get older, if you can't keep up, you will become a lame subject and it will be difficult to get into college! You are a person who has no culture at all! Xiaoyue, go to the house to listen to the English story tape that your mother bought for you."

Zhong Yue glanced at the middle-aged man.

"Go and go, listen to your fuck."

"Who are you scolding?"

"I said, listen to you!"

"Are you intentionally looking for trouble? If you ask you to buy a goldfish for your child, you will feel unhappy. You can't make money and you will have to suffer grievances from your child. How do you become a father?"

"Why did I treat Xiaoyue badly? If you said you wanted to go to this kindergarten, I signed him up. If we were young, it would be good to go to elementary school. Really, every day, what's the use of this goldfish? I bought it as my ancestors to serve it, but I can't slaughter it for eating it. It's better than a crucian carp."

"You are so elm-headed!"

Zhong Yue sat down on the small stool, and the old recorder at home was playing a simple English story.

"Every time I have to write a complete and upright pen, with a high and low strength, and meditation and meditation.

When you examine the power of the characters, you should stop at all sides and prepare them on all sides;

The length and length are combined, the thickness and fine are folded;

The mind is accurate, and the density is correct.

The most important thing is not to be busy, if you are busy, you will lose power; the second priority should not be slow, if you are slow, you will be foolish;

You should not be thin, you should be dry, and you should not be fat, as fat will become turbid.

Detailed and slow, and naturally prepare the body, this is the most wonderful thing."

Ouyang Xun's general formula for brushwork, Zhong Yue listened to the English story and recited it slowly.

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The peach blossoms outside the courtyard are all gone, looking at the Little Lotus Mountain from afar, the peach blossoms have not yet withered.

On an Eight Immortals table, the middle-aged man held Zhong Yue’s hand who was already in elementary school and picked up his pen to form the characters.

"The Eight Eight Trigrams of the Ou Style that you practiced more diligently a year ago is to lay the foundation for today. You always complain that I don't teach you how to write, it's boring to practice the strokes just by practicing the strokes, but you don't understand. If you can't learn the Eight Trigrams of the Ou Style well, you can't figure out the way. What I'm calling you now is the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Paddling" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by the word "Padding" by

"Dad, I understand."

"Well, practice slowly. I will practice each of the few words you just wrote ten times." Zhong's father let go of his hand and stood aside and looked at Zhong Yue's running script who could already hold his pen and hang his wrist to write.

"Stop your breath."

"The strokes must be completed in one go. Look, how many times have you said? Let you be more at ease when practicing the Eight Tricks. Now the problem is immediately exposed. I am teaching you this vertical transformation? Daou uses ink, and the vertical paintings are like ten thousand years old vines. Have you ever seen a more pointed rattan?"

"I'm wrong, I should write this!"

"Yes, this time it's right, I'll have a better memory next time!"

Zhong Yue held the pen and practiced writing with his wrist hanging down, and his forehead was already sweating.

"What's going on? I've said that Xiaoyue is in the fourth grade now, and her studies are important. She is not allowed to practice calligraphy every day. Except for weekends, she has to do homework and make up for the Olympiad. You also take up Xiaoyue's homework. Do you have any brains?"

"How can you fish for three days and dry the net for two days? Learning is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. I know that academic matters, so I told Xiaoyue that I usually practice for an hour, and every weekend is one hour every day in the afternoon."

"No! It doesn't work for ten minutes. You have to do it until seven or eight o'clock in the evening without watching your child do your homework? The child is still making up for the Olympiad mathematics. What about you? What is the use of calligraphy? Can it help Xiaoyue get into a key high school? Can he get into college? It should have burned these broken pens and papers long ago. I am so kind and ruthless. I discussed with you with a good voice. Do you have to joke about your child's future with such a stubborn temper?"

"What crazy words are you saying? Calligraphy was passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors of the Zhong family. When I was a child, my family was really poor. I just went to be a carpenter and used as an apprentice to others. I had to practice calligraphy under the oil lamp every day. Because I could finish my studies, I could not pass on the Wei stele like my father, presenting the style of calligraphy in the north and south of the Wei and Jin dynasties. Xiao Yue was talented and could not abandon calligraphy. There was no discussion on this matter."

Pan Yuefeng bit her lips and said with tears in her eyes: "Zhong Dingrui! I am really fed up with your stubborn temper! I want to divorce you! We both live our own lives, so you can make your calligraphy dream of spring and autumn!"

The spring rain is hazy.

That year, Zhong Yue cried loudly in Pan Yuefeng's arms, shouting that his mother would not leave, but the couple had become strangers.

"It's useless that mom is useless. Mom can't take you away. Xiaoyue, you have to be good and you must get into college. Only by going to college can you have a future."

"Mom, don't leave, I will study hard."

Pan Yuefeng's face was covered in rain and her eyes were rosy and wiped away Zhong Yue's snot, "I'm sorry, Xiaoyue. Mom has had enough of this kind of life."

The spring rain has never fallen so heavily.

The family was dismantled from then on. On this day, Zhong Dingrui looked at the mother and mother in the peach forest and drank a large bottle of Erguotou.

From then on, I never forced Zhong Yue to write calligraphy again.

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The past scene after scene repeats itself in Zhong Yue’s mind. These childhood memories often only appear similar scenes in Zhong Yue’s dreams at the fifth day of the night.

Whenever I think of this, I can’t help but burst into tears when I wake up from my dreams.

Is this era wrong, or who did it wrong?

It's a little cold, where am I?

Am I dead?

Why do I recall these things? Am I under the judgment of fate?

Or are these just hallucinations?

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"I can't die...and there are still people waiting for me to go back..."

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Zhong Yue slowly opened his eyes and felt a chill in his body. He raised his head and looked at his body, and hurriedly wrapped himself with a quilt on one side. Who is this bastard pulling out all of himself? He doesn't even leave a small piece of net, so doing things so amazingly?

Zhong Yue, who was still confused, could only hear a clear shout outside the house.

"Girls, work starts"

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Chapter completed!