Chapter 637 Don’t waste this brush (2)

Poor Wen Ye, he was shot again while lying down.

Gu Qingning lowered his eyebrows and lowered the smile in his eyes, "I've asked for leave."

Mr. Wen calmed down his face and asked for leave.

His tone became much gentler, "I heard from Wen Ye that you have good academic performance."

"good."

"Can you write calligraphy?"

“…”

Gu Qingning's lips twitched, and she felt inexplicably as if she had seen relatives and elders want to perform their talents during the Chinese New Year.

She responded very simply, "No."

Mr. Wen seemed to be waiting for her words and immediately took the sentence, "Then I will teach you."

Gu Qingning, “…”

Can she say she doesn't want to learn?

"Anyway, you have asked for leave, and I happen to be free. I also teach Wen Ye's calligraphy." Old Master Wen stood up, as if he wanted to show his skills.

"Let's go, go to the study."

Gu Qingning looked at his expectant eyes and could not say anything to refuse for the moment.

Unable to disturb the old man's interest, she stood up with her fate and followed him upstairs.

Mr. Wen’s study is very big, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of ink.

Gu Qingning visited and found a lot of antique collections.

"What are you doing when standing there?" Mr. Wen picked up a brush, looked up at her, "Come here."

Gu Qingning walked over and took the brush he handed over with his bullet.

Mr. Wen stood beside her, picked up another brush, and his eyes fell on her hand, "To hold the pen like this, put your fingers here."

Gu Qingning glanced at his pen holding posture and soon learned to behave well.

Mr. Wen smiled with satisfaction, "Yes, that's it, it's good."

It seems that he has inherited his excellent genes.

This understanding is better than Wen Ye.

Gu Qingning's eyes flashed, looking at the rice paper on the table, hoping that the old man would faint from her later.

Mr. Wen continued, "I'll write a word first, you can watch it carefully."

Gu Qingning nodded helplessly, and his hands holding the pen tightened.

Mr. Wen took a brush and dipped it ink in the inkstone, and wrote it in one go.

Gu Qingning looked at the word "Wen" on the paper and had to admire the old man. This handwriting cannot be practiced overnight.

And she...

Let it go.

Don't waste this brush.

Before she could find a reason to leave, Mr. Wen urged him, "It's your turn."

He paused and comforted him a few more words, "It's okay, there's no need to be stressed. It's normal for him to write well at the beginning. When Wen Ye practiced, he didn't write well."

Just then, Wen Ye walked in, drinking with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“What’s not well written?”

He saw Mr. Wen teaching Gu Qingning to write calligraphy, and his handsome face showed a little surprised.

He walked to the table and said amused and laughed, "Dad, why do you catch anyone and practice calligraphy?"

Thinking of the experience of being pressed by an old man when he was a child, he was a bloody and tears story.

Mr. Wen glared at him, "You are here just right, come and practice, and see if you have regressed."

He said, turning around and picking him a brush and forcibly stuffed it into Wen Ye's hand.

Wen Ye's expression twitched and said helplessly, "Dad, I haven't finished my coffee yet."

"If you can't write well, you are not allowed to drink it." Old Master Wen shot him with a knife, moved a step to the side, and gave him the position, "Hurry up."

Wen Ye, “…”

How could he be so domineering?

If I had known that he wouldn't have come in.

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