Chapter 910 Be good and let me hug you (29)
Dad’s handwriting is neat and tidy, and the lines are as elegant as Jiangnan poetry and painting, like a copybook that can be copied at any time.
Mom's writing is sharp and sharp, each stroke is like a knife in the hands of a soldier on the battlefield. The back of the paper is not strong enough, and she has to make a graceful hook in the last stroke, which is wild and uninhibited.
Gu Chao, Jiang Tang.
There are two names, one on the left and one on the right, one is gentle and the other is wild, but both are pleasing to the eye.
Gu Si has believed in a truth since he was a child, which is that seeing words is like seeing people.
A person's character can be revealed in his handwriting.
It was precisely because of the word "mother" that he firmly believed in his heart that his mother was a disobedient person at heart. She was a strong woman who had seen the big world, and she was definitely very different from his father's rigorous and subtle attitude.
He likes his mother.
Even if you have never seen it.
He also firmly believes that she is the most powerful woman in the world.
Gu Si is meticulous and rigorous, just like his father.
Although he doesn't have a photographic memory, he is very familiar with his mother's handwriting.
The two words on the blackboard were opened and swapped, and they were exactly the same as the two words on the marriage certificate.
Gu Sizai looked at it carefully, taking it apart stroke by stroke, not missing any detail.
Five minutes before class, Gu Si stared at the two words on the blackboard, unable to take his eyes away.
Jiang Tang stood on the podium and told them the history of the development of art in the seventeenth century. It was very boring. After talking for a while, Jiang Tang was too lazy to read.
"Okay, you all know these great painters in the history of art, and I won't talk nonsense. In addition to improving your art literacy in art classes, it is also important that everyone at least understands some painting techniques. Who in the class learns Have you ever painted? Either sketch or painting. ”
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole class pointed at Gu Nian in the second to last row.
"Teacher, Gu Nian is good at painting. He is also the champion of this year's National Youth Traditional Chinese Painting Competition!"
Jiang Tang looked around and saw that Gu Nian was a little embarrassed by her look, and her fair earlobes were a little red.
"Gu Nian, can you be our art class representative?"
Gu Nian scratched his head, then looked down at Gu Si. Just as he was about to agree, he suddenly thought that Gu Si didn't seem to like the new art teacher. There is no other way.
There is more than one beautiful teacher, but my brother only has this one.
What if Gu Si doesn't like it if he becomes the class representative?
Thinking of this, Gu Nian looked at Jiang Tang reluctantly, and finally felt heartbroken.
"I'm sorry, teacher, I sprained my arm playing basketball, so I can't be the class representative."
It was really twisted, but it wasn't a basketball twist. Yesterday, I had a fight with the Big Mac from the next class and my elbow was kicked. Although it wasn't serious, it still hurts a bit.
Jiang Tang heard this and looked at his arm.
"Is it serious? Do I need to go to the infirmary?"
Gu Nian shook his head hurriedly.
"No, no, no, just take a couple of days' rest and you'll be fine."
Seeing that he was in good spirits, Jiang Tang felt relieved.
"Then sit down. Who else wants to be a class representative?"
Gu Nian resisted the curling of the corners of her mouth and looked at Gu Si as if asking for credit, with a clear meaning in her dark eyes.
Look, I am interesting enough.
As a result, the other party didn't even look at her, and his handsome and fair face became tense.
Jiang Tang just finished speaking.
Gu Siteng stood up with a loud voice, his expression serious.
"Teacher, I volunteer to be the art class representative!"
Every word is sonorous and powerful.
Gu Nian: "..."
I, day.
(End of chapter)