Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

Why is this happening? Wang Jinyi was filled with questions.

Seeing that his father had already stood up to salute his grandfather, Wang Jinyi quickly interrupted:

"Grandfather, can Jin'er's story be published as a book?"

Grandfather nodded and asked:

"You mean to say that you don't want to work with your uncle anymore, but want to publish this story on your own, right?"

"Yes, Grandfather, is this okay?"

"We can give it a try. Has Jin'er ever been to the bookstore?"

"No, Grandfather, Jin'er hasn't been to the market yet."

"Shuli, you can take the children to the market and take the two children to the bookstore to have a look."

Wang Shuli heard what his father said and replied, "Yes, father."

Grandfather just paused for a moment and said, "Shuli will stay here. You guys can go back first."

Does this mean that the mother and her two children should go back and prepare to move out?

After saying goodbye, Wang Wendong held his sister's hand and murmured to himself as if he had realized something.

"Jin'er is just smarter than me. It seems that grandfather thinks so too."

The voice became quieter and quieter until it could no longer be heard.

Wang Jinyi thought: My good fortune should come to an end, so I should leave some chance for my brother to survive, so I shook Wang Wendong's hand.

"Brother, brother, can you teach me to write?"

At first, Wang Wendong was still trapped in a state of vague inferiority, but after hearing his sister's request, he suddenly regained consciousness.

Just like a fire that was about to go out, it suddenly encountered a breeze and the ashes began to burn fiercely. The flame in Wang Wendong's heart suddenly jumped up.

Yes, my sister can’t write!

This was the step that Wang Jinyi gave to her brother, and Wang Wendong quickly took it.

"Okay, I'll teach Jin'er calligraphy."

Wang Wendong was jumping for joy all the way back to the second room. Seeing Wang Wendong's jumping steps, Wang Jinyi felt less guilty.

Learning calligraphy was destined to be a chore that Wang Jinyi had brought upon herself!

In my past life, I often heard people say that it takes 10 years to learn painting and 20 years to write a calligraphy. This means that if you learn painting, you can see results after practicing for 10 years. But if you practice calligraphy, you need to practice for at least 20 years to see results.

During these 20 years, I also need to have a fixed time to meditate every day and write repeatedly. As for those who think they can create their own school of calligraphy after writing for a few years, Wang Jinyi has always believed that those people are "fairies from the sky" and dare not comment!

Now, Wang Jinyi took the initiative to ask to learn calligraphy because she had seen Wang Wendong's handwriting in her brother's study. Although it looked immature, it already had some momentum.

From the immature calligraphy, we can tell that the writer has had several years of practice. The brother's strengths are exactly Wang Jinyi's shortcomings, which can be used to boost the brother's confidence.

In this way, when I publish books and write stories quickly in the future, it won’t be too discouraging to my brother.

Wang Jinyi was determined to do it. After entering the main room of the second courtyard, he hurriedly informed his mother.

"Mother, I want to learn to write from my brother."

"Okay! Jin'er, let me tell you something."

The mother sat down, looked at the child and said:

"Your arms are weak now, and your hands are too small, so it's difficult for you to hold a pen. I was worried that you might be hurt if you can't write well."

The mother took her daughter's little hand, lifted it up to let her daughter see her little fleshy hand, and continued.

"I originally wanted to wait until you were a little older before starting to learn calligraphy."

The mother picked up Wang Jinyi again, placed her on her lap, and said:

"Jin'er is learning to read and memorize words every day to prepare for calligraphy."

The mother spoke meaningfully, her tone slowing down:

“If you are a sharp sword, hiding it in a scabbard will not reduce its sharpness. In other words, our preparation for learning calligraphy now will not affect our ability to write well in the future!

Mother, do you understand what I am saying?"

Wang Jinyi understood and thanked the heaven from the bottom of her heart for giving her such a far-sighted mother.

It seemed like I had seen a report in my previous life that a certain organization once assessed that there is a certain type of mother who is more likely to raise a genius.

It can be seen how important mothers are. There is a causal relationship between mothers and geniuses, which can lead to the birth of geniuses!

Fortunately, I not only have a good mother in this life, but also a goal!

In order to balance her brother's self-esteem, Wang Jinyi rolled her eyes, slid from her mother's arms to the ground, reached out and pulled her brother, who didn't say a word, out.

Wang Wendong stepped over the threshold, turned around, supported his sister, slowly walked over the threshold and went out.

When they got to the corridor, the brother and sister whispered to each other for a while, then ran to Wang Wendong's study in the east wing. The shadowless nurse followed the young lady closely.

In the east wing.

Wang Jinyi held the tiny, thinnest brush in her little hand, with her head resting on the table for a while.

Brother Wang Wendong patted his sister's back tenderly.

"Jinyi, let's not rush. You are still too young. It's already very good to write like this!"

Then he listed various examples of how he was not as good as his sister when he first started learning calligraphy. Hey! In order to persuade himself, the little brother really tried his best and even started to criticize himself.

Wang Jinyi raised her head, her two big dark eyes filled with tears. This was not an act. Wang Jinyi was really frustrated and now she wanted to beat herself up.

How can you be so stupid?!

First, the pen doesn't work, and then I can't control the depth of the ink on the pen.

My brother told me to start from the strokes, and he himself started from the gestures, or to be more precise, from each ink dot.

Each stroke is a dot of ink. Half of the paper has been written, but there is no change.

Wang Jinyi's old heart couldn't stand the blow anymore. She buried her head on the table and silently shed tears of "self-movement".

I'm so stupid that I even moved myself to tears!

Before the ink spots had finished ruining the white rice paper, the parents pushed the door open and came in. Seeing their daughter writing with tears streaming down her face, they were a little confused.

As soon as Wang Wendong saw his parents come in, he found his savior and ran over to grab his father.

"Daddy, look at Jin'er writing. Don't you think Jin'er's writing is good? Better than what I wrote before?!"

"Daddy, do you think so? Is that right?"

At first the father thought that his child had suffered some injustice, but when he saw the ink spots on the snow-white top-grade paper, he understood his son's anxiety and his daughter's tears.

However, his father's authority did not allow him to lie.

"Jin'er, everyone has their weaknesses. Either work hard or give up. What do you want to do?"

"No! I want to write!"

The father comforted:

"You are too young now, your hands and arms cannot control the pen freely, don't be too anxious..."

The mother came over, looked at the ink spots on the fine white paper, took the pen from her daughter's hand, and handed it to Wang Wendong.

While the elder brother was washing his pen in the pen washer, he did not forget to praise his younger sister.

"Jin'er, you're already great. You wrote well, very well, really!"

The mother picked up her daughter and walked to the main room in silence. She felt her daughter lying on her neck, which was a little wet. The mother knew that the child was crying because of the shock.

The mother gently stroked her daughter's back repeatedly and silently, hugging her tightly. The mother's care and comfort were the most effective force, soothing Wang Jinyi's injured heart.