Chapter 74 Holding it in the palm of the hand
After making too many shredded radish cakes, Yan Funing picked up two more and put them on the piece of oil paper in Ali's hand.
Ali thanked him again with tears in his eyes.
Fu Nanyao looked at his appearance and wrinkled her nose: "Your family is poor, but that doesn't mean you don't like to be clean. You should wash your clothes."
A Looking at the Fu family, they are indeed clean. Not only their skin is fair, but their clothes are also very clean and tidy.
Especially Bei Mo's brother, there is not a single wrinkle on his clothes.
“I know.”
Ali held the cake and ran away.
When he ran away, there was a slight sob, and Wan Niang heard it.
This boy is a few months older than Funing, but he does not have the ability to live alone.
Thinking of this, Wan Niang felt even more sorry for her daughter-in-law.
My daughter-in-law earns money to support the family and also takes care of her blind mother-in-law. I will never find such a good daughter in the world!
Then he said to his eldest son: "Ciyi, treat Funing well!"
Fu Ciyi was startled, what he was talking about just now was about Ali, why did he suddenly say such a sentence? ?
However, I immediately agreed to what my mother said, and nodded in agreement.
Wan Niang sighed after hearing that her son deserved the perfunctory treatment.
Fu Ciyi noticed that his mother was dissatisfied, so he looked at Yan Funing: "It's time to write."
"Okay." Yan Funing said happily, "Mom, my husband is going to teach me how to write."
Wanniang then nodded: "Go."
When the young couple returned to the room, Wanniang also asked her daughter to help them back to the east wing.
"I think your brother is lukewarm towards your sister-in-law. The young man next to you can't wait to stick to his wife all the time. He, on the other hand, can't wait to be two miles away from your sister-in-law."
Fu Nanyao didn't dare. He said that he had asked his brother and he said he would not like Yan Funing.
Now that she knows about their two-year agreement, she understands the reason why her brother and sister-in-law keep a distance.
And for this reason, she did not dare to tell her mother.
Just said: "Mom, you also discovered it, and I also discovered it."
Wan Niang sat on the edge of the bed: "Tell me, how can we make a match?"
"Mom, I don't think we can do it openly. It's not like you don't know my brother's temper. He is too opinionated. "
Wan Niang nodded: "You are right."
The west wing at this moment.
Fu Ciyi freed up one side of the desk, took a brand new writing brush, and asked her: "Can you write?"
Yan Funing: "Start writing?"
Looking at her expression, Fu Ciyi knew she didn't know how, so he said quietly: "You see, I'll start."
"Yes." Yan Funing nodded.
I saw his slender fingers gently twisting the pen from the tip to the root.
Then remove the floating hair on the pen tip, hang the pen on the pen holder, just hang the pen tip in the pen wash, and soak it in water.
After Fu Ciyi reached this step, he said again: "You can soak a new pen in cold or warm water, never boiling water."
"Okay, I understand."
"Soaking Then remove the glue from the bristles with your hands, squeeze out the water, and smooth the tip, then you can write with ink. "
Yan Funing reached out and said, "I'll remove the glue."
She is already very good at doing Mao Shunmao's things.
It's not even a question of stroking the hair of the brush now.
Fu Ciyi handed her the new pen and sat back on the chair to eat shredded radish cake.
While Yan Funing was stroking her hair, she glanced at him secretly.
He actually ate the two shredded radish cakes so gracefully and slowly, inexplicably like a noble man from a noble family.
No wonder the book said that the noble girl in the capital was eager to marry him.
Fu Ciyi's eyebrows didn't move, but the way she looked at him, she had already caught his eye.
This woman is used to observing words and emotions.
After a while, Yan Funing showed him the opened pen. Fu Ciyi said lightly: "You can write with ink."
Knowing that the cake was delicious, he stood up and laid out the rice paper for her: "Five hundred horizontal lines, if there is no outstanding one, Add another five hundred.”
After saying that, he took the plate and chopsticks and left the west wing.
Yan Funing thought he couldn't hear and muttered: "My wife is so strict when I teach her. Tomorrow I go to the village school to teach students. I wonder how strict it will be? I will definitely scare away the schoolchildren!"
She really just wants to know traditional Chinese characters and be able to write them.
I never thought of asking someone to teach her and force her to practice calligraphy well.
No, he went out and didn’t teach Yihengde how to write.
Then he stepped out of the room, but to his surprise, he was standing at the window with a plate and chopsticks, his handsome face expressionless.
She was in the room just now and couldn't see him.
You can see it now when you step out of the door.
It is very similar to the modern school days when you complained behind the back of the class teacher and got caught on the spot.
Yan Funing tugged at the corners of her lips in embarrassment and smiled stiffly: "Husband, Master, Fu Ciyi, I didn't mean that. What I meant was that it's better to be strict. Strict masters make good disciples."
Just when Yan Funing thought he would be angry and punish her, she didn't expect that he just smiled lightly and turned around to go to the kitchen.
Are you going to let her go?
Fu Ciyi will be back soon.
Tucking up her robe and sitting down, she tapped the rice paper at one end of the writing desk with her slender fingers, and said lazily: "Write a thousand horizontal strokes."
Wow, wow, I'm really punished.
Yan Funing sat on the stool with a sad face and said aggrievedly: "But you haven't taught me how to write horizontal strokes yet."
How could she write brilliant horizontal strokes without teaching her?
Fu Ciyi slowly raised his eyelids to look at her: "Look at my hand gestures when I write."
Yan Funing blinked, the hand in front of her was slender and white, with clear joints, and was too beautiful.
“Your hands are so beautiful!”
"Yan Funing, flattery is useless, one thousand and one hundred times."
Hearing the sound, the corners of Yan Funing's lips lowered.
She regretted asking him to teach her, it was too harsh.
Afraid that he would punish me again, I pursed my lips, imitated his gesture of pinching the pen, and adjusted the pen in my hand.
Seeing that her handwriting was still irregular despite adjusting it, Fu Ciyi stood up, clasped her small hand with his big palm, and pushed her two fingers to where they should be placed.
Then he quickly withdrew his hand.
As expected, he could hold her hand in his palm.
Fu Ciyi put his hands behind his back, closed his palms unnaturally, and pinched them again.
Her hands were delicate and soft, so soft that they seemed to have no bones. Her fingertips were so soft that they could easily change shape if he pinched them.
Yan Funing didn't think much about it at all. She only knew that it was normal to teach writing and correct posture, and to be touched on the hand.
Then he raised his eyes and looked at him standing: "Then how do I write?"
Fu Ciyi clenched the hand behind his back and coughed lightly: "I hold your hand, you feel the strength, Especially the strength of starting, moving and closing the pen."
Yan Funing simply stood up and raised her hand: "You can hold it."
Fu Ciyi was startled.
Is she too naive, or is there some other reason?
Seeing the white and soft little hand right in front of him, he still held it. When he taught her to write horizontally, his heart skipped a beat.
He held her hand and wrote three horizontal strokes in succession.
Soon, Yan Funing said happily: "I know it."
Fu Ciyi then retracted his hand, sat back on the chair, stabilized his mind, and concentrated on copying.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Yan Funing whispered: "Fu Ciyi, can I write less? My hands hurt."
Her hands were shaking.
The correct posture for holding the pen when writing calligraphy is different from holding the scalpel.
(End of this chapter)