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

Wang Jinyi thought, isn't this just an advertising wall? It's like a ray of hope after a dark period. Thinking back, I, who came from the media bombardment in my previous life, actually forgot about advertising! ?

Just as I was thinking about hearing Zheng Yan excitedly say:

"Oh, your book is a collector's edition, are you really giving it to me?"

Wang Jinyi smiled sincerely and nodded. The book the bookstore gave her had a gold-printed cover and several woodcut illustrations inside.

I used to think it was just the bookseller’s ingenuity, but now I realize that this ingenuity has even more clever uses.

Over there, my father Wang Shuli and Doctor Zheng were discussing health preservation and disease prevention.

Seeing that Wang Jinyi and Zheng Yan were chatting in a good atmosphere, he smiled and said:

"Thank you for your wrong love."

This was meant to be modest, but when Zheng Langzhong heard it, he really felt like he had mistaken the author. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that such a little girl could really write such a complicated story. He was a little skeptical.

Zheng Yan requested:

"Please sign my name for me."

"Oh, yes, you asked me to sign for you."

Wang Jinyi thought about her own handwriting which was not very presentable.

"Well, leave it here for now. Come pick it up in a few days. I'll think about writing something for you. Is there anything you want me to write?"

Zheng Yan shook his head. He didn't dare to have any delusions. How could he dare to ask his idol to write something for him alone? This was too greedy. Just getting an autograph was enough! That was enough.

Doctor Zheng left two dietary therapy prescriptions, and Zheng Yan, feeling extremely happy, left with two collectible edition books.

The father stroked his daughter's hairy head and asked with a smile:

"What did you promise that kid from the Zheng family? Look how you got cheated by him. He left all his things with you and left happily."

Wang Jinyi was a little at a loss for explanation. The debt he owed in his previous life must be repaid double in this life. He should hurry up and practice calligraphy!

However, Wang Jinyi suddenly had an idea:

"Daddy, how can I write quickly?"

Wang Shuli looked down at his clever and eccentric daughter.

The father took Wang Jinyi's hand and returned to the study. He placed the child in front of the desk and asked:

"Did you enjoy your stay?"

"Yeah!" Wang Jinyi nodded deeply.

"Do you like the smell of the study?"

"like."

"What do you think when you see so many books to read in the study?"

Wang Jinyi thought about it, what tone should he use to make it clear? Okay, just like this:

"Dad, if someone showed you a lot of ingredients you've never eaten, but you didn't know what they tasted like, what would you think?"

My father smiled and said, "Reading is different from eating."

"Just like Daddy, you see, eating is necessary for living, and reading is necessary to make life better."

"Okay, let's discuss this later. Is there any difference between eating and reading?"

The father picked up his daughter again, placed her on the heavy armchair in front of the desk, and said:

“Writing is like reading. You have to like it and have an idea of ​​what you want to do. It’s not okay to be in a hurry to write well now.

No matter what you learn, you have to work hard and not rush for success. Your handwriting still needs some real effort to improve. I'm afraid you're still a long way from being good at writing."

The father looked at his little daughter and paused, wondering if he had said something too harsh, and worried that he was too objective and the child would not be able to accept it.

Seeing her daughter biting her lower lip, pursing her lips, and looking at her intently, she took back the words.

"How much time do you spend practicing calligraphy every day?"

"An hour."

Wang Jinyi raised a finger guiltily. In fact, he usually practiced calligraphy for less than an hour. There were always some trivial matters that would affect him, so he often compressed the time for practicing calligraphy into a very short period of time.

Oh! My arms get sore after using a pen for a long time, and I can’t hold on for too long.

The father looked at his daughter and smiled, as if he could see through her thoughts.

“You can combine all the things you like with calligraphy.

For example: if the birds sing beautifully this morning, you can write two pages; if your mother praises you, you can also write two pages; if you are in a good mood today, you can also write two pages.

Just connect everything that makes you happy, that you like, and that makes you joyful with your writing, and you will write with a relaxed mood.

You will also progress faster, do you want to try it?"

"Okay, Daddy, I'll just write one page here, okay?"

In fact, the application for the autumn examination has already begun, and his father’s time is very precious. Wang Jinyi just wants to try his father’s method with his current mood.

The father brought a high stool from the desk, put Wang Jinyi on it, tried the height, adjusted the distance of the brush, helped his daughter write the beginning of the characters, and watched his daughter begin to copy them in earnest with the smallest and thinnest brush.

My father casually opened the book with a note on it on the desk and quickly immersed himself in it.

After Wang Jinyi finished copying a page with all her heart, she saw her father was studying very hard. The stool was too high for her to get down, so she turned over another page and continued writing, page by page...

It was getting dark. Wang Jin, my father's servant, walked into the study, closed the window, lit the oil lamp, lowered the bamboo curtain, half-opened the door, and seeing that the young lady was there too, he quickly retreated.

After a while, two figures appeared outside the bamboo curtain. Through the bamboo curtain, the mother and son both had indescribable relief on their faces. Wang Jinyi recovered from her illness, and the mother and son felt indescribably relieved.

My younger sister studied with my father, but Wang Wendong, the eldest son, did not receive such treatment.

But after copying the scriptures, Wang Wendong's mentality really became much calmer.

Isn't it good that my sister is outstanding? Yes, it's good for my sister, for my parents, for the whole family of the second house, and even for the people in the Wang residence of Xunyang Mansion. So why shouldn't I be happy?

Maybe I am just being stingy. That is why I am jealous of my sister!

The mother lifted the curtain and let her son enter the room first, then followed him in.

Wang Jinyi's writing was quite smooth today. Each character was cheerful and relaxed, unlike before when he could not keep regularity. The more he wrote, the better his mood became. The better his mood, the smoother his writing became, and this cycle repeated itself.

Wang Jinyi thinks that writing when one is in a good mood is a great idea.

Until her mother and brother appeared beside the desk, Wang Jinyi smiled comfortably.

"Mother, brother, what do you think of what I wrote today?"

As expected, I received double praise. Although I know that my family members look at me through filters, I think everything is fine no matter how they look at me, but I feel happy when I hear it.

My father stopped writing and looked over.

I read the five major essays written by Wang Jinyi separately, circled the good ones, wrote over the poor ones next to them, and explained them again.

My brother pushed my mother aside, stood next to my father, listened carefully, and kept gesturing back and forth with his fingers on the desk.

The father dipped the pen he had used into ink, wiped off the excess ink on the inkstone, and handed the pen to his son.

Holding the child's hand, I talked and wrote stroke by stroke.

Wang Jinyi leaned over the table, tilting her head to look at the words written by the father and son.

I felt so much emotion in my heart, I don’t want this last place!