Traveling into the era: I messed with Dr. Xie and got turned on

"When I was in high school, I loved sketching and practiced drawing straight lines."

Xie Yan explained, went to the drawer to find a pencil, and wrote a "one" in the grid, speaking as he wrote.

"The Chinese character '一' is not actually a straight line. First, you need to find a starting point above the horizontal center line, write a pause at a 45-degree angle, then write lightly upwards, and write a pause to the lower right when you are about to finish."

Zhou Yonglin was confused by what he heard: "There are so many details about a 'one'."

"What else? Hold the pen tightly, I will teach you how to write first." Xie Yan stood up and walked behind Zhou Yonglin, handed him the pencil, and started teaching him how to hold the pen. Just now, when Zhou Yonglin was writing by himself, Xie Yan found that even Zhou Yonglin's pen-holding posture was wrong.

After teaching Zhou Yonglin how to hold a pen, Xie Yan grabbed Zhou Yonglin's hand and led him to write on the paper.

Seeing the written words, Zhou Yonglin said excitedly, "Yeah! What I wrote looks like the real thing."

Tang Man curled her lips. She really wanted to tell Zhou Yonglin that the '一' he wrote looked real because Xie Yan was holding his hand. If he wrote it himself, it would probably turn into an earthworm again.

Tang Man was still watching the fun when Xie Yan tapped her head gently, "Don't be distracted, continue reciting the poem."

After Xie Yan's reminder, Tang Man quickly focused her attention on the poem she was reciting. She was not very proficient in it yet and needed to continue reciting.

Xie Yan drew Zhou Yonglin's hand and wrote a row of 'ones', then let go of his hand and said, "Try to write a row yourself."

As Zhou Yonglin wrote this, he felt like he was about to collapse. He had written it fairly well just now, but as soon as Xie Yan let go of his hand and let him write it himself, it turned into a bunch of crooked earthworms again. He looked up at Xie Yan with helplessness on his face, "Teacher Xie, '一' is too difficult to write."

Xie Yan changed his usual easygoing demeanor, and said sternly with a sullen face, "If you can't even write '一' properly, you can forget about writing other characters properly. Keep practicing."

Zhou Yonglin was also determined to learn how to write well. He wrote for more than an hour, and during that time he hardly stopped to rest except when Xie Yan gave him guidance.

Tang Man and Xie Yan had already memorized both poems in "Two Poems of the Chairman's Poems with Joy" and also memorized an article in classical Chinese. Of course, only Xie Yan memorized the article word for word correctly, while Tang Man was not very familiar with it.

After Zhou Yonglin went back, Tang Man took a shower, then sat on the bed with the book in her arms and continued to recite it. She seemed determined to memorize the classical Chinese text before going to bed.

Xie Yanan accompanied her quietly. When she was about to recite, he listened to her carefully and reminded her when she made mistakes.

The two of them took a break only after Tang Man had recited it fluently.

The room was a bit stuffy tonight, so Tang Man took a fan and fanned it slowly.

As she moved, waves of floral scent unscrupulously penetrated into Xie Yan's nose.

Now, he doesn't need to look at her, as she has already attracted his attention.

"Let me fan." Xie Yan turned around, took the fan from Tang Man's hand, and fanned slowly. Because of the angle, the wind no longer blew towards him, and without the scent of the flowers to disturb him, he finally came back to his senses.

*

The next day, after dinner Zhou Yonglin came again with the notebook. Today he brought another person with him, his elder brother Zhou Yongqiang and Zhou Yongqiang's son Zhou Xiaoshun.

"Teacher Xie, I heard that Yonglin is learning calligraphy from you. Can my Xiaoshun learn with him?"

Speaking of his own son, Zhou Yongqiang raised his hand and slapped Zhou Xiaoshun on the head.

"This brat's handwriting is like a chicken's. No one can recognize his handwriting except himself. His teacher has told me many times that this kid's grades are okay, but his handwriting is too ugly. He asked us to find a way to help him practice writing. However, his mother can write her own name. I can't even write my own name, let alone teach my child to write."

Xie Yan did not agree immediately, but smiled and rubbed Zhou Xiaoshun's head. "Xiaoshun, are you willing to learn to write with me?"

Zhou Xiaoshun glanced at Xie Yan and then at Zhou Yongqiang.

Zhou Yongqiang glared at Zhou Xiaoshun and said, "Why are you looking at me? Your Uncle Xie is asking you a question!"

"I'll learn." Zhou Xiaoshun didn't dare to say he didn't want to learn. With his father's temper, if he dared to say no, he would definitely be beaten when he got home.

"If you are sure you want to learn, I can teach you, but I have to be frank with you. Since I teach you, I will be strict with you. If you don't study hard, I might..."

Before Xie Yan could finish his words, Zhou Yongqiang interrupted him and said, "Beat him, Doctor Xie. If he doesn't study hard, just beat him hard. Don't worry, if he gets hurt, you won't be held responsible."

Xie Yan smiled and patted Zhou Xiaoshun. "No need to punish me. At most I'll punish you to write a few more words. Okay, if you want to learn, sit over there and take out your notebook and pen."

"Okay, thank you uncle." Zhou Xiaoshun was quite well-behaved and immediately walked over and sat down.

"Doctor Xie, thank you for your help. I won't bother you anymore and will go back first." After Zhou Yongqiang thanked him, he left.

Zhou Yonglin has also taken out his own notebook. Today he brought a pencil and a pinyin book. He specially asked someone to help him bring these back from the commune this morning. Only when people saw him buying these things would they know that he was learning to write from Xie Yan.

Last night, Xie Yan asked Zhou Yonglin to go back and write an article "One". Zhou Yonglin has already written it in a new notebook. Although there are still some parts that are not well written, it is still good overall.

Xie Yan circled the few "一"s that were not written correctly with a pencil, asked Zhou Yonglin to correct the mistakes, and then write another "一". After giving the instructions, he went to the side and taught Zhou Xiaoshun how to write "一" step by step.

Xie Yan was still teaching Zhou Xiaoshun how to write. Li Dong and Li Yao walked into the hall with notebooks in their hands, smiling, "Doctor Xie, can we learn to write from you?"

Before Xie Yan could say anything, Zhou Yonglin asked, "Why are you learning to write?"

Li Dong said as a matter of course, "Didn't we agree to follow your steps and make progress? You are learning, so we must keep up too!"

Well, Xie Yan now has two more students.

Fortunately, these four students were sensible and didn't make any noise, so it was easy for him to teach them. But because of them, he didn't even have time to stare at his wife.

After he finished teaching a few people how to write and let them practice on their own, Xie Yan had time to look at Tang Man. Because there were four more students at home, Tang Man gave up the table to them. She lit another oil lamp and sat in front of the diagnosis table where he usually treated patients, holding a pen in her hand, writing a test paper.

I don't know if he was stumped by some questions. At this moment, he was frowning, biting the pen, and looking at the test paper with a look of frustration.

Xie Yan walked over and stood next to Tang Man.

She was taking a political exam today, and the question that stumped her was a fill-in-the-blank question. Tang Man had never encountered this type of question in the real world. She frowned, read the question over and over again, and tried hard to recall the knowledge points she had read recently, but she couldn't write out the answer.