Princess Raising

Chapter 19: Chapter Nineteen: Calligraphy
The reason why Zhang Dingyue took Luo Xue to school in person was very simple. Naturally, she hoped to use her identity to pressure Luo Xue into less trouble at school and to be assigned to a good class.

Since he didn't want to go to Zhao Qing's school, Zhang Dingyue let Luo Xue go to No. [-] Primary School.

Although the No. [-] Elementary School is not as good as Zhao Qing's Noble Elementary School, it is still a top-ranked school in the city. Many people have various backgrounds. In order to prevent Luo Xue from being bullied, Zhang Dingyue personally took Walking with her and signing up for her is what we usually call, supporting the scene.

Seeing that Zhang Dingyue came in person, the principal naturally helped Luo Xue arrange things, and just waited until September to enroll.

So in a few months, Luo Xue will become a primary school student, starting the ancient princess's journey of studying in modern times.

After life entered the track of going to school, Zhao Qing also arranged things on Saturday morning for the simple reason that he was going to the Children's Palace to learn calligraphy.

In fact, Zhao Qing has never paid attention to such things as calligraphy. After all, he thinks this skill is very weak, and it can't add luster to his life at all. It's not as good as he learns saxophone.But he thinks it's useless, and he can't help Mr. Zhao like it. Mr. Zhao suddenly fell in love with calligraphy in the past two years. When Zhao Qing went to visit the New Year during the Spring Festival, Mr. Zhao asked Zhao Qing to pick up a brush and write a few words. It turned out that Zhao Xiaozheng was too rare. The 囧囧 has a god.

Let him write with a pen, he can definitely write a very beautiful italic script, it doesn't look like a child's writing at all, but holding a brush...

In Zhao Qing's memory, things like writing brushes only occasionally appeared in the classrooms of the first and second grades of elementary school, just for entertainment, and had nothing to do with him other than that.

So, Zhao Qing, who is almost a decathlon, got tangled up, looked at Mr. Zhao's eagerly looking eyes, and took a brush to write a few words. That word——

To put it mildly, it is called pictographic art.

To put it bluntly, it is crooked.

So Zhao Qing seemed to be ashamed in front of everyone for the first time in his life.

Mr. Zhao sighed on the spot and asked Zhao Qing to learn brush calligraphy. At the end, he smiled and said, "Well, my genius grandson is finally not a genius."

Zhao Qing is a very face-saving young lady, how could she be indifferent to this kind of thing.

According to his personality, it is absolutely necessary to make a decision before acting!

Showing that he is calm in person, it is rare to put away his indifference and arrogance, and humbly and cautiously say that he will definitely study hard.

Afterwards, I went back to study calligraphy resolutely and quickly, and I will definitely avenge my shame in the future and amaze others.

So at the dinner table on Saturday morning, Zhang Dingyue asked, "Zhao Qing, are you planning to go to the Children's Palace later?"

Zhao Qing nodded, "Leave at eight o'clock."

Zhang Dingyue was just about to say something, when she suddenly remembered something, she looked down at Luo Xue, and suddenly asked: "Xiaoxue, do you want to learn some skills too?"

In fact, think about it, it’s not easy to be a child now, if you don’t go to school, you have to learn a good talent, otherwise you won’t get along with the children after you go to school, and you will be looked down upon by others.

Alas, why do you say this kid is so tired. ,

Although Zhang Dingyue thought so, he couldn't change the situation. Looking at Luo Xue who didn't understand, he continued to explain: "Xiaoxue, look, Pei Min has learned piano at such a young age, it's not as good as you Go learn something too, or how about learning the piano too? I think little girls learn from that very temperamental one."

piano……

Luo Xue now knows what the piano is. In fact, she likes the zither more than the piano. In her previous life, as a princess, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were indispensable professional skills. Although her zither skills are not outstanding, they are also Beautiful and beautiful.

What she shot the most was actually her own handwriting.

Her mother's queen attracted her father's attention because she wrote a good calligraphy, so after she became sensible, her father also asked her to practice calligraphy. Perhaps because of her mother's inheritance, her calligraphy is really good , so that the father is very satisfied.

If it is talent, she feels that she should have no shortage of talent.

He felt that she really didn't need to learn, so he smiled and said to Zhang Dingyue: "Aunt Zhang, let's read about this after I go to primary school. I don't understand anything now."

"Okay." Zhang Dingyue nodded with a smile. In fact, she didn't want children to be immersed in learning so early. Children should look like children, and it's better to play more.

"I'm leaving." Zhao Qing wiped the corners of his lips, stood up, his expression was as indifferent as ever, but the unsmooth movements seemed to reveal his heart, he said to Luo Xue: "Actually, you go to learn calligraphy Not bad."

He dropped this sentence and left like a normal person.

After being surprised for about half a minute, Zhang Dingyue laughed out loud. He really thought Zhao Qing was too funny. He obviously hoped that Luo Xue would go to class with him, but he didn't say anything clearly. You said that a four-year-old child could Can you understand your beating around the bush? !
Luo Xue blinked her eyes. In fact, she understood what Zhao Qing meant. Is this the rhythm for her to attend class with him?
But calligraphy is really nothing new to her...

Now that the son had spoken, Zhang Dingyue, the mother, still asked, "Xiaoxue, do you want to take a calligraphy class?"

Luo Xue shook her head slightly, "Auntie, I haven't even learned calligraphy yet, so I won't be able to take calligraphy classes."

Zhang Dingyue thought that this was true, so he simply gave up.

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After the kid Zhao Qing came back to eat lunch at noon, he plunged into the room and didn't come out for a long time.

Just at this time, the servant at home came back with newly bought fruit, so Zhang Dingyue simply asked her to deliver it to Zhao Qing.

She came to the door of Zhao Qing's room with a degree of education that was not important, and after knocking on the door, she heard the person in the room ask: "Who?"

"Luo Xue, I'm here to deliver some fruit."

After a while, the door opened, and Zhao Qing stood at the door with a grim expression, with ink stains on his face.

It was the first time for Luo Xue to see Zhao Qing, who cared about his image and was clean and tidy, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Brother Zhao Qing, what's wrong with you, is there anything bothering you?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Qing looked indifferent, took the tray in her hand and put it on the table by the door, "I still have something to do, you go first."

She was slightly taken aback when she heard this, it was the first time Zhao Qing spoke to her in this tone, impatient and indifferent.

I have to say that she felt a little disappointed, her big brother who had always been nice to her suddenly lost her temper with her.

But she was considerate and didn't say anything. She could tell that Zhao Qing was not in a good mood, and she couldn't blame him. In the past, when his father was in a bad mood occasionally, he wouldn't treat her too well.

She just smiled sweetly, "Brother Zhao Qing, the pears are very sweet, you will feel very good if you try them." After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

For some reason, Zhao Qing suddenly felt that her back was a little lonely and desolate. Although her steps were still graceful and ladylike, she always felt that something was wrong. He frowned slightly, and before he had time to stop himself, he had already said: "Do you want to stop?" Come in and take a look?"

Then she stopped in her tracks, turned her head, two small dimples appeared on her face, her eyelashes were flickering, and she was so cute and cute, "Okay."

Strictly speaking, this was the first time Luo Xue entered Zhao Qing's house.

In fact, if you look at it from a normal aesthetic point of view, Zhao Qing's house really doesn't look like a nine-year-old child's house, it's super like the house of someone in his 20s who can be called an uncle by Luo Xue.

There are no popular CDs and DVDs in his room, and there are no posters of football stars or basketball stars. There are only a few large bookshelves with countless books. When people walk in, they will definitely ask, is this guy really a child over nine years old?

But Luo Xue knew too little about the present, and she had never been to any other children's room before. In her opinion, such a room was normal, because her brother's room was full of books when he was very young.

At this time, there was rice paper in front of Zhao Qing's large desk, and brush and ink beside it. It seemed that he was practicing brush calligraphy just now.

She moved closer to the table and looked at Zhao Qing's handwriting. Frankly speaking, the writing is not bad, but there are many small points that need attention.

"Brother Zhao Qing is practicing calligraphy?" She asked with a smile.

Zhao Qing nodded, not intending to chat, picked up the brush and continued writing.

Seeing this, Luo Xue couldn't help asking curiously: "Brother Zhao Qing, how long have you been learning calligraphy?"

"More than ten days." Zhao Qing said lightly.

It's rare for her to grow her mouth so unladylike, and she looked at him in surprise, and she could do it in more than ten days...

There are only two words in her mind now, child prodigy.

You must know that it took her more than a month to practice to Zhao Qing's level.

"Brother Zhao Qing is so powerful." She admired sincerely.

Zhao Qing frowned slightly, he really didn't think how good he was, the handwriting he had written after more than ten days of practice was still far from perfect.

Hey, hey, you're really demanding too much of yourself, Mrs. Zheng.

"This word is not pretty at all." Zhao Qing said lightly.

(End of this chapter)