Princess Raising

Chapter 20: Chapter Twenty

Luo Xue blinked her eyes, and said sweetly: "Brother Zhao Qing has practiced for more than ten days to be able to write like this, which is already quite good. The grandfathers I watched on TV for more than ten years are no better than Zhao Qing." Brother Qing's writing is much better, I heard that practicing brush calligraphy is a gradual process, the most important thing is to avoid anxiety, brother Zhao Qing, don't be anxious, take a little bit, and you will always write well."

After hearing this, Zhao Qing seemed to have noticed something, and turned to look at her indifferently, "You still know the idiom of step by step, who taught you?"

She was stunned, and it took a few seconds to realize that children rarely understand the idiom of step by step, she was too careless...

She still doesn't know how to pretend.

"I read it myself..." She tried to speak calmly.

Zhao Qing knows that she occasionally reads books on weekdays. In fact, he is sometimes surprised. How can she, a child who did not go to school, basically recognize so many words? She, but she can learn so quickly, really proves that she is very smart and easy to learn.

And he likes smart and studious people, he pointed to the books on his bookshelf and said: "If you like reading, you can take all the books on my bookshelf for you to read."

Luo Xue turned around silently, looked at those extremely tall bookshelves, and suddenly felt that she was lifting a rock to hit her own foot.

Although she occasionally reads books, she has nothing to do with diligence. She reads books to get used to the life and writing here, and to learn more about this era from newspapers. Let her read so many thick books, she really feels... her head is so big.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao Qing." She wept silently in her heart, but she still wanted to say thank you. This feeling was really painful.

After Zhao Qing said it, he turned his attention back to practicing calligraphy, and didn't pay attention to what she was saying.

Luo Xue sat at the side, quietly watching him practice calligraphy, observing his brushwork and posture carefully. She is not too old or too young to be considered an expert in brush calligraphy. Although she hasn't written in a few years, she once Remember things, not easily forgotten.

Zhao Qing's posture for holding the pen is not very correct, and the pen movement is not smooth enough, and the time is short, so it is normal for the written characters to have defects.

Zhao Qing wrote a few more words, but still felt dissatisfied. Thinking that he would see his grandfather again in ten days or so, and he still couldn't write words that satisfied him, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Although he himself knows that there is no rush to practice calligraphy, but he is too young to hold his breath, and he is eager to get rid of his shame, so he is a little anxious.

Sitting behind him, Luo Xue seemed to sigh when she saw him. Although she knew she was going to hide her clumsiness, but after thinking about it, she decided to go forward and try her best to help him without any trace. Zhao Qing was very kind to her. If she wanted to hide her clumsiness and turned a blind eye to his difficulties, she would be in vain listening to her father's teachings.

She stood up and walked in front of Zhao Qing, seeing him holding a writing brush with a gloomy face, she gritted her teeth and comforted herself as if she was touching her brother's hand, she stretched out her hand to hold Zhao Qing's hand, and corrected him He held the brush, and said while doing it: "Brother Zhao Qing, last time I watched the calligrapher on TV, everyone seemed to hold the brush like this. Brother Zhao Qing can try this method..."

As she spoke, she raised her head and smiled sweetly, "I'll go first, so I won't bother brother Zhao Qing. Brother Zhao Qing is so talented, if he practices hard, he will definitely become a master of calligraphy." She said, turned and left.

Zhao Qing watched her leaving back silently, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything in the end, he just felt in his heart that with her by his side, he would not feel troubled, but felt a little relieved...

He was silent for two seconds, then he focused on practicing calligraphy again, and tried the posture that Luo Xue helped him adjust. It seemed that holding the pen was really much easier, and the writing became a little smoother.

A TV show she accidentally watched seemed to do him a favor.

Zhao Xiaozheng was obviously not used to being in debt to others, so he was thinking hard about how to "repay" Luo Xue.

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So after lunch at noon on the weekend, Zhao Qing stopped Luo Xue who was about to leave, reached out and handed her a paper bag, with a little unnatural look between his brows, and a little dodge in his eyes.

Luo Xue accepted it inexplicably, and asked curiously: "Brother Zhao Qing, what is this?"

"For you." Zhao Qing's tone was very flat, as if he had done an ordinary thing, but it was a pity that his slightly flushed face betrayed him, "Thank you for your help yesterday. Should like it."

Although Zhao Qing thinks girls are troublesome, he is not completely ignorant of some girls' preferences. At least he knows a lot about what little girls like. He didn't prepare those things for Luo Xue this time. Books and the like, but gave her a set of beautiful hairpins, necklaces and bracelets.

Luo Xue took out the exquisite jewelry from the paper bag, and fell in love with it at the first sight. There is no girl who doesn't like jewelry. In the past, she piled up a lot of jewelry in the room, but she doesn't have the condition to like it in this life. Regardless of Zhou's mother asking for it, Zhang Dingyue seemed to ignore it because she didn't like wearing jewelry. The first set of jewelry in her life was actually given by Zhao Qing...

It seems that somewhere, there is a kind of predestined fate.

Holding the jewelry, she said to Zhao Qing with a smile on her face, "Thank you Brother Zhao Qing, I like it very much."

In her opinion, it is normal for a brother to give something to his sister, and it would be too hypocritical for her to refuse.

"Just like it." Zhao Qing said unnaturally, this was actually the first time he gave a girl something, unexpectedly, he gave it to a girl who was only four years old...

Although it felt a bit out of harmony, Zhao Qing was very considerate when choosing things.

He also thought that Luoxue didn't have any beautiful hairpins on weekdays, and now the phenomenon of comparison among elementary school students is very serious.

(End of this chapter)