The Grand Secretary’s Pampered Wife

Gu Jiao never imagined that in her previous life, she had passed the college entrance examination, postgraduate entrance examination, and postgraduate entrance examination, and finally hatched from the high pressure of high school tyrants, but she had to start her life from a primary school chicken, and it was the field she was least good at - writing brushes. .

Gu Jiao was flabbergasted, and the whole person was not feeling well.

Although the beauty is on the side, the beauty is delicious, but she doesn't want to practice the brush, no no no no!

"Learn from your name first." Xiao Liulang said.

His voice is between the voice of a young man and a mature man. Instead of the unpleasant male duck throat, it shows a clean and low-pitched voice.

Gu Jiao resisted a little incompetence, widened her eyes and silently watched him write her name on the paper.

Unlike the earlier one signed on the consent form for surgery, this time it seems to be more neat.

But Gu Jiao still didn't understand.

Gu Jiao was opposite Xiao Liulang. From her point of view, the words were upside down, so Xiao Liulang turned the paper upside down and asked Gu Jiao to take a closer look.

Then, he wrote the strokes and stroke order on the paper one by one.

Gu Jiao's head grew big when she saw so many strokes.

This is neither traditional Chinese characters nor official script small seal script and large seal script, but a font she is completely unfamiliar with.

Xiao Liulang saw that Gu Jiao was clumsily holding the brush, with a bitter and bitter look, and said, "The posture of holding the brush is not right, the hand is a little higher, and the wrist should not be too stiff."

"Is that so?" Gu Jiao adjusted according to his explanation.

Gu Jiao's pen-holding posture was actually standard in her previous life, but in front of the ancient man Xiao Liulang, it was a bit unattractive.

"Forefinger." Xiao Liulang said.

"Huh?" Gu Jiao wondered.

Xiao Liulang hesitated for a while, then stuck out her slender, jade-like fingertips and gently pushed her index finger upwards.

If he did this on other occasions, Gu Jiao was sure, "He touched my fingertips, rounding it up is considered to be holding hands". But he was teaching her to read, and the rounding was the class. Gu Jiao was always very serious in class.

Gu Jiao took off her shoes, sat cross-legged opposite him, stroke by stroke, and practiced seriously.

Xue Ningxiang was waiting in the main room. She didn't understand how Gu Jiao went in for so long. The letter wasn't too long. Does it take so long to read?

How did Xue Ningxiang know that the two people in the room had completely forgotten the letter, one was reading and the other was practicing calligraphy.

Xiao Liulang occasionally corrected Gu Jiao's pen-holding posture. As for whether she wrote well or not, he did not force it. After all, this is the first time I hold a pen, and it is not bad to be able to write on the outside of the paper.

If Gu Jiao knew what he was thinking, she was afraid that she would jump up and go wild. How could she be the first time she was holding a writing brush!

Gu Jiao's memory is still very good. She can write those complicated stroke orders only once, but the writing is too ugly and a little horrible.

According to Xiao Liulang's standard, it is a primary school chicken who has just held a pen.

After all, when he was two years old, his handwriting was better than this.

The two of them stayed in the room for half an hour without knowing it, and finally, the old lady came to look for Gu Jiao when she was idle and bored, only to find that the two of them were writing in the room.

The old lady didn't come closer, but only glanced at the door, it was red paper.

She immediately made a judgment in her heart: "What about writing the Spring Festival couplets? Well, it's time to write them. If you don't write them, you won't be able to catch up. Call me when you're done."

She wants to post Spring Festival couplets!

This is really a beautiful misunderstanding, but Gu Jiao didn't think that Xiao Liulang didn't take these red papers to write the Spring Festival couplets, but just happened to learn to write by himself, delaying his progress.

Now that the old lady brings it up, then get back on track and start writing Spring Festival couplets!

"I'll cut the paper!" Gu Jiao put down the brush and went to the house to find scissors.

Thanks to my aunt for saving her from the fire! If you keep practicing like this, the claws will be useless!

Xiao Liulang looked at the red paper in front of him with a dazed expression.

But when Gu Jiao cut them neatly and placed them by his hand, he still picked up a pen and wrote a couple of couplets.

"Write a few copies for Xiao Xue," the old lady reminded.

The old lady likes Xue Ningxiang very much, and of course she likes Gu Jiao very much. She doesn't say it, but Gu Jiao can feel the kindness and malice of others towards her.

Xue Ningxiang had a strong sense of malice when she first met her, and now this malice has completely disappeared.

The old lady's liking for Xue Ningxiang is still different from her liking for Gu Jiao. Gu Jiao is liked by the family, but Xue Ningxiang is liked by the master.

To put it bluntly, she thinks Xue Ningxiang is a good guest, suitable for frequent exchanges.

After the old lady said this, the two finally remembered the matter of forgetting Xue Ningxiang and her letter, and there was a trace of embarrassment on their faces.

I don't know how Xue Ningxiang was waiting for them in the main room...

After half an hour, Gu Jiao brought Xue Ningxiang's letter and the Spring Festival couplets written by Xiao Liulang, plus a plate of hemp candy and chestnut cakes to Xue Ningxiang's house.

"Why so many?" Xue Ningxiang was stunned.

Of course Gu Jiao didn't say that she was here to express her apology, she said solemnly: "It's almost New Year's Eve, my aunt asked me to bring it, the Spring Festival couplets are for you, and the chestnut cake and sesame sugar are for your mother-in-law and your son. "

Xue Ningxiang quickly thanked.

"Just now..." Gu Jiao hesitated, but decided to explain.

Unexpectedly, Xue Ningxiang gave her a wicked smile and gave her a look that I understand.

Gu Jiao: You know what you know! ! !

Xue Ningxiang was here, and the little daughter-in-law entered the husband's house and didn't come out for a long time. What could she be doing?

How could she be angry about such a thing? The reason why he walked away silently was to avoid seeing what should not be seen and hearing what should not be heard.

"That's it..." She whispered to Gu Jiao, "Remember to close the door next time, my aunt is still at home."

Gu Jiao: I think you seem to have misunderstood something...

Xue Ningxiang's brother-in-law said in the letter that he made a small contribution at the border, became the corps leader, and was rewarded with 10 taels of silver. All the rewards were sent back to Xue Ningxiang. He asked Xue Ningxiang to take care of her mother-in-law and son while not treating herself harshly.

He will earn a lot of money in the future, let her not save it.

This uncle is not bad.

Gu Jiao asked Xue Ningxiang if she wanted to reply, Xue Ningxiang shook her head, everyone has gone back for the New Year these few days, and there is no one at the station, so they can't send it out.

After Gu Jiao handed the things over to Xue Ningxiang, she went home. Xue Ningxiang took the food and accepted them. She only wanted a pair of Spring Festival couplets, because the Spring Festival couplets were too expensive. Gu Jiao said that she didn't buy it from outside, but Xiao Liulang wrote it herself, and she added, "Paper is expensive."

The paper was sent by Feng Lin. After sending a lot, Gu Jiao didn't care about the price. After she asked Xiao Liulang, she found out that this kind of paper for writing Spring Festival couplets was several times more expensive than ordinary paper.

"Normally it's not that expensive, but the price will increase during the New Year." Xiao Liulang explained.

"Then...is Feng Lin's family well-off?" Gu Jiao asked.

Xiao Liulang thought for a while, then shook his head: "I haven't asked, but it should be... not very good."