"Brother, I practice calligraphy a lot, right? I feel that your calligraphy is getting better and better!" An outsider watches the excitement and an insider sees the tricks. Yang Yan was asked by his adoptive father since he was a child to practice calligraphy. Although he was just entering the school, he was barely considered an expert in appreciating this. He couldn't help but admire him as he looked at the handwriting written by He Xiaowen on red paper.

Before He Xiaowen could speak, He Guantong erected her thin chest and said proudly: "My father practices calligraphy every day now, and the school is planning to send him to participate in the competition on behalf of the school."

"Does Xiaoyan still practice calligraphy now?" He Xiaowen finished writing a couplet, then put the pen on the sea bowl aside, straightened up, and asked Yang Yan.

After writing one, He Xiaowen wanted to pick it up and put it aside to dry the ink.

At this time, Luo Luo, who was leaning on the table, saw the red paper dripping with ink, long, and was pulled by the adults. Whether it was the red and white paper, or the "very strange painting" written in ink (at least it looks like this in Luo Luo), they were very visually impactful and firmly attracted the attention of the girl.

So cool!

Yang Yan said to his brother with some shame: "No, in Yangcheng, we basically use computers now. Not to mention writing with a brush, there are very few opportunities to write with a pen."

"How can this work? You have been learning for more than ten years, and it's a pity to lose it." He Xiaowen shook his head and said regretfully, "Don't you have a pen now? Let's take a look at a few words if you write!"

He Xiaowenlun is nearly a generation older than Yang Yan, not to mention that his adoptive father has passed away, and that is the elder brother is like his father. Yang Yan dares not disobey the orders of his elder brother.

"It's really been a long time since I wrote it." Yang Yan smiled bitterly, then gently pulled the sleeve up and brought a medium-sized brush on the pen holder.

As usual, Yang Yan would hold the brush in his hand first, pinch the tip of the pen with his right hand, rub and press it gently to check the condition of the brush.

Of course, the brushes they used were of good quality and did not require inspection at all. Yang Yan did this because he learned the habit of adoptive father He Guoxing before, and before writing, he touched the tip of the pen.

He Guantong next to her became excited. She couldn't help but jump while putting one hand on Luo Luo's waist, and then smiled happily with Luo Luo: "Luoluo, it's time for your father to write!"

What is Dad going to do?

Before Luoluo could hear what her sister said clearly, she turned her little head in confusion and looked at her sister.

"Hey, you've stood too far and you can't see your father writing!" He Guantong realized it a little later. Now she realized that the chair where Luoluo was standing seemed a little far away from her father. So He Guantong actively bent down, stretched her hands through Luoluo's armpits from behind Luoluo, hugged her in front of Luoluo, and picked her up.

This hugging position was actually very uncomfortable. Luo Luo's clothes were pulled up, and they were squeezed upwards on her baby's fat cheeks, while her bare belly was exposed downwards.

"Hmm..." However, Luo Luo did not protest. She was still immersed in the enthusiasm brought by her sister's excitement, and always felt that it seemed very fun. Although the little girl's mouth was squeezed into an arc, she also hummed happily in a muffled manner.

Of course, if you hug it for a long time and feel uncomfortable when you are strangling your chest, Luo Luo will still cry!

Fortunately, He Guantong kicked the chair towards Yang Yan and quickly put Luo Luo down on the chair.

Yang Yan was still concerned about Luoluo. He had been distracted to take care of him. He saw the embarrassment of Luoluo being held by He Guantong just now, so he didn't care about writing. He handed the brush to his left hand first, stretched out his right hand, and pulled Luoluo's little clothes.

"Sister Tongtong wants to keep some clothes from her sister, so don't let her stomach be exposed, and it will catch a cold later." Yang Yan said to He Guantong with a smile while pulling Luo Luo's clothes.

"That's how..." He Guantong scratched her head embarrassedly.

"Hehe!" Luo Luo was so confused by her sister that she was so excited that she had recovered. She raised her head and became silly with her father.

However, she was soon attracted by the brush in her father's hand.

It seemed like this thing just now, with magical magic!

The little girl pressed one hand on her father's thigh and stretched out one hand, trying to grab the brush held by her father in the other hand.

But my father moved the hand behind him away, and was empty, and was supported back to the chair by my father.

"Um, um..." The little girl stomped her feet on the chair unhappily and hummed anxiously, "Yes, dad, I want to give, give, Luoluo wants..."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" He Guantong looked at her sister curiously and muttered. She didn't hear it clearly, and Luo Luo's pronunciation was vague. Sometimes Xia Yu was very difficult to understand, and Yang Yan, the father who was used to listening, had to translate it.

Yang Yan smiled and rubbed Luo Luo's little head, and said softly: "I can't do this! This is not for you to play with! Do you want to read your father's writing?"

There was no need for Luoluo to answer, he picked up Luoluo and let her sit on the dining table.

Yang Yan knew that his daughter could not see clearly, so for her to see clearly, Yang Yan asked her to sit "higher". Anyway, the dining table in the yard was big and strong enough, and there was also a thick newspaper, so there was no need to worry about Luo Luo's butt being frozen.

Luo Luo sat up in a daze. The change in the "environment" made her forget about quarrel with her father for a brush. The little girl sat on it with a puzzled look on her face. While thinking about what her father asked her to do, she couldn't help but be curious and looked down at the objects on the table.

Finally, the little girl saw that her father took the pen he had just made dip in a big sea bowl, and then wrote it on a piece of scrap red paper.

"The family and business are prosperous, and the country is prosperous and the people are safe!" He Guantong leaned over to his uncle, helping to help his sister while seeing what words his uncle had written, and she also started reading them.

Luo Luo didn't know him, and didn't care what words his father wrote. The little girl opened her round eyes in surprise and watched her father hold the pen in a strange posture, and then there were so many strange patterns popping out under his pen!

So awesome!

The little girl felt that her father could make tricks, and she immediately admired, was happy, and grinned with pride.

As if she had painted these "patterns" herself, the girl became more and more excited as she looked at them. She suddenly giggled happily, and her little feet were still kicking up on the table.

Unpredictable, with a "slip" sound, the newspaper on the table was broken by the fallen shoes, and fortunately, there were two layers of layers below.

He Xiaowen looked down at Yang Yan writing small calligraphy, and was amazed: "Not bad, Xiaoyan, you told me that I haven't practiced it for several years, but I don't think this word has been written in a regression. Judging from the word "he", the momentum is stable, the horizontal hook is powerful, and the whole word is full of energy and bright!"

Before Yang Yan could reply, the small situation that had happened beside Luo Luo, broke into their ears. Yang Yan and He Xiaowen looked over in surprise.

He Guantong was afraid that Luoluo would be blamed by the adults, so she had an idea and said, "Oh, uncle, look, Luoluo can't wait, and she also wants your brush to write."

When Yang Yan heard this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Where can Luo Luo write? She likes to draw. You can play with her brush. Later, your clothes and the walls of the whole family will be messed up by her!"
Chapter completed!