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　　"oh oh……"

　　The child is very reasonable. After returning the pen to his sister, he continued to use his imagination with the pen, while Wu Mingyue continued to write the word "Yong" like no one else.

　　Until Wu Shaobai and Wu Zhenyu walked in quietly.

　　Seeing the attentive appearance of the two children, Wu Shaobai smiled slightly, but Wu Zhenyu came up with an idea...

　　or……

　　Send FEYNMAN to the mainland to study? .

Chapter 1108

　　"Dad, look quickly."

　　Sensing the footsteps, Feynman Wu looked up and saw the two of them.

　　Then, he couldn't wait to show his "writing" to his father.

　　A bunch of crooked ~ twisted black and white lines on the rice paper.

　　A total of five people.

　　Two children, three adults.

　　"This is dad, this is me, this is mom, this is Mingyue, this is Uncle Wu-Uncle..."

　　Wu Zhenyu didn't complain that his son drew himself like a bastard... but walked over curiously, and then saw a whole row of square-right small letters...

　　Looking at Wu Mingyue, who was still attentive, he looked down in surprise and said to Feiman Wu:

　　"Do you know that word?"

　　Feynman Wu glanced and shook his head.

　　Wu Zhenyu asked again:

　　"Didn't you ask my sister what the word was?"

　　"Sister won't let me talk. Say I have to concentrate~"

　　"Then do you want to learn?"

　　"Ok!"

　　Nodding his head heavily, the child looked at the word "Yong" with some envy, and said:

　　"Want to learn."

　　"Then go back to Dad to find a calligraphy teacher for you to learn?"

　　"Can I learn from my sister?"

　　"Then you can ask if you can~"

　　Hearing this, Feiman Wu leaned over beside Wu Mingyue:

　　"Sister, can you teach me?"

　　"what?"

　　Wu Mingyue finally came back to her senses. When she looked up, she looked at her father who was smiling at her. The first sentence was:

　　"Dad, I still have [-] to finish~"

　　"Well, then write slowly."

　　Hearing this, Wu Zhenyu couldn't help but ask:

　　"Is there a specified number of characters?"

　　"One hundred and five."

　　Wu Shaobai said:

　　"In this way, she can practice calligraphy and counting, which is prescribed by the child's godmother."

　　With that said, he stepped forward, picked up a piece of rice paper from the side, and picked up Jianmao, which left a long ink mark on the desk:

　　"Is it okay for your uncle to teach you?"

　　"Okay~"

　　"Well, then come here."

　　Wu Shaobai sat across from the desk, hugged Feynman Wu in his arms, and began to show him how to hold a pen, and then began to learn from the most basic structures of ",", "一", and "丨".

　　He is very good at teaching children, and Wu Zhenyu watched with relief.

　　Then he quietly backed out.

　　After walking out of the house, he said to the camera:

　　"If I tell my wife that FEYNMAN is practicing calligraphy, she will be surprised. If this show makes him fall in love with our country's culture, then I will be very happy."

　　Saying that, he walked into the drunk fairy house.

　　The child is practicing calligraphy, and a father can only express his feelings by exhausting his cooking skills and rewarding him well.

　　……

　　Time seems to have quieted down in Hanmo Xuan.

　　After teaching Wu Feynman the most basic symbols, Wu Shaobai was not idle.

　　Hanmoxuan has a lot of bamboo slips, he doesn't know if the owner left it or if the show team put it up.

　　But he didn't write much on bamboo slips, so he was a little curious.

　　After checking around, he picked up a roll of bamboo slips, looked at the collection of books, chose a "Diamond Sutra", and walked to the desk with it.

　　The two children are on this end, he is on the other end.

　　Holding the pen, he opened the book, and he began to transcribe.

　　Anyway, before noon it was a rest time, the guests had not arrived yet, and the task could not be carried out yet.It was raining again outside, and the whole Xinye Village seemed to have returned to the misty rain of the [-]th Temple in the Southern Dynasties.

　　Time has also quieted down.

　　"Diamond Sutra"

　　After writing the beginning, Wu Shaobai fell in love with this kind of bamboo slip and the brush... how should I put it, a completely different feeling from rice paper.

　　This was his first time writing on bamboo slips, but he fell in love with it instantly.

　　"So I heard, at one time, the Buddha was in the lonely garden of the only tree in the country of Shewei, together with a thousand two hundred and fifty people of great monks..."

　　He began to transcribe on bamboo slips.

　　The crowd didn't speak either, just filming quietly on the side.

　　In fact, it feels quite strange... In everyone's eyes, Feiman Wu is a very lively and naughty child, but he didn't know what was going on. He took the pen and concentrated on writing stroke by stroke, although he wrote better than Wu Mingyue. It's a lot worse, but between the strokes of the pen, it's really like that.

　　Not to mention Wu Mingyue, the full length of the word "Yong" already means that this child has definitely put in a lot of effort on weekdays.

　　As for Mr. Wu...

　　Ok……

　　The camera is full of cursive writing.

　　There is charm.

　　There is energy.

　　But cursive is too difficult to understand.

　　Except for the words of "Diamond Sutra", non-professionals can only identify the other words roughly...

　　can't read.

　　And in this quiet time, Wu Mingyue, who was the first to complete the word "Yong", put down his pen.

　　While moving her wrist according to the method taught by her godmother, she glanced at her father...

　　After seeing her father copying the book, she thought about it and ran to the bedroom quickly.

　　As soon as she left... Feynman Wu was broken.

　　Like a little asshole, he followed the past.

　　"Sister, what are you doing?"

………………

　　"Shh, Dad is copying books."

　　With that, she opened her little yellow duck suitcase.

　　Then a few small cylinders were pulled out from it.

　　"what is this?"

　　Feynman Wu asked in a low voice.

　　"It's the incense made by the godmother. In the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, the climate is humid and there are many mosquitoes. The incense with mugwort is the best. The incense that the godmother prepared for me, and then I was afraid that I would not be used to sleeping, so I also prepared a goose pear tent. Zhongxiang. Let's order it, and then I'll draw shrimps for you, okay? I'm very good at drawing shrimps, and I have a painting by Grandpa Qi Baishi at home, and I copied it!"

　　As Wu Mingyue spoke, she walked out holding the bamboo tube.

　　Glancing at his father, who continued to transcribe the scriptures, he silently took down the incense stick from the bookshelf behind the desk, which, in the eyes of outsiders, was just a decoration.

　　At first, when she picked up the white porcelain incense stick of this sika deer, many people didn't know what it was for.

　　But when the girl inserted a fine incense into the antlers, everyone reacted... This thing seems to be used to light incense?

　　Did she know her?

　　Then, a click.

　　The girl ignited the incense stick made by Gao Yuanyuan herself, and professionally drew a few circles in front of her with her small hands. After sniffing the scent, she nodded like a little adult and put it on the desk.

　　Then, between a few breaths...

　　With the air flowing, everyone in the room smelled a refreshing smell...