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Chapter 637 Don’t Ruin This Brush (2)

Poor Onno, he got shot again while lying down.

Gu Qingning drooped her eyebrows and suppressed the smile in her eyes, "I'm asking for leave."

Mr. Wen's expression eased, and it's fine to ask for leave.

His tone was much gentler, "I heard from Wen Ye that your academic performance is good."

"good."

"Can you write calligraphy?"

"..."

The corners of Gu Qingning's lips twitched, inexplicably feeling like seeing relatives and elders performing their talents during the Chinese New Year.

She replied simply, "No."

Mr. Wen seemed to be waiting for her words, and immediately answered, "Then, I'll teach you."

Gu Qingning, "..."

Can she say she doesn't want to learn?
"Anyway, you are on leave, and I happen to be free, and I also taught Wen Ye's brush calligraphy." Old Man Wen stood up, as if he was about to show off his skills.

"Let's go to the study."

Gu Qingning looked at him with expectant eyes, unable to utter the words of rejection for a moment.

Not wanting to disturb the old man's interest, she stood up resignedly and followed him upstairs.

Mr. Wen's study room is large, and the air is filled with the faint fragrance of ink.

Gu Qingning walked around and found a lot of antique treasures.

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

Gu Qingning walked over, and bravely took the writing brush he handed over.

Mr. Wen stood beside her, picked up another brush, and looked at her hand, "If you want to hold the brush like this, you should put your fingers here."

Gu Qingning glanced at his pen-holding posture, and quickly learned it well.

Mr. Wen smiled with satisfaction, "Yes, that's it, not bad."

It seems that he still has inherited his excellent genes.

This comprehension is better than Onno's.

Gu Qingning's eyes flickered, looking at the rice paper on the table, she only hoped that the old man would not faint from her anger later.

Mr. Wen continued, "I'll write something first, and you should watch carefully."

Gu Qingning nodded helplessly, her hand holding the pen tightened.

Mr. Wen took a brush and dipped the ink into the inkstone, writing freely and smoothly.

Looking at the word "Wen" on the paper, Gu Qingning couldn't help but admire the old man. This brush calligraphy can't be mastered overnight.

And she...

just forget it.

Don't spoil this brush.

Before she could think of a reason to leave, Mr. Wen's urging voice came, "It's your turn."

He paused, and then said a few words of comfort, "It's okay, don't feel pressured, it's normal to write poorly at the beginning, and Wen Ye didn't write well before when he practiced."

At this moment, Wen Ye walked in, drinking a cup of coffee.

"What's badly written?"

He saw that old man Wen was teaching Gu Qingning calligraphy, and his handsome face showed a little surprise.

He walked to the table and said dumbfoundedly, "Dad, why did you catch everyone to practice brush calligraphy?"

Recalling the experience of being forced to learn calligraphy by the old man when he was a child, it was a history of blood and tears for him.

Mr. Wen glared at him, "You came just in time, you should also practice and see if you have regressed."

As he spoke, he turned around and picked out a brush for him, and forced it into Wen Ye's hand.

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

"You can't write well, don't drink." Mr. Wen shot him with a knife, moved a step to the side, and gave him the seat, "Hurry up."

Onno, "..."

How can he be so domineering and authoritarian.

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

　And ha...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)