Chapter 432

However, to Bai Wenjing's surprise, the three children did well, not to mention seeing how the brush was written, but this posture surprised Bai Wenjing. In particular, Xue Bonian, even if he was only five years old, could also learn from his brother and sister. He sat upright in front of the table, holding the brush straight in his hand, slightly lowered his head, carefully looked at the rough margin paper under his hand, and carefully wrote strokes one by one.

Although the strokes were not very good at the beginning, they became more and more smooth under the guidance of Xue Changan.

As for Xue Xiaohua and Xue Baijun, they have begun to practice writing. The strokes have been modeled, which makes Bai Wenjing's face a little hot.

"How did the lady write?"

Xue Chang'an asked softly. Bai Wenjing moved her body to block the woolen paper behind her. She smiled awkwardly and said, "it's not so good. You teach them a few first. I'm not in a hurry. I don't need to take the first place, and I don't need to marry a first place. Just focus on them carefully."

In fact, Xue Chang'an had already seen Bai Wenjing's move.

In Xue Chang'an's eyes, Bai Wenjing's temper was very cute. He pursed his lips and wanted to throw the pen, but it was not easy to attack. He had to put the pen aside, and finally had to maintain the demeanor that a mother should have. Every move made him feel cute.

"Their tasks have been assigned, three pages each. Madam, let me see what you wrote for my husband."

"No."

Bai Wenjing continued to step back, his voice was very low, took the opportunity to touch his hand on the rough edge paper on the table, and then carefully squeezed it into the palm of his hand.

When Xue Changan came back to see it, there was no paper on the felt.

"Why? I'm afraid I'll read the account books in the store. I've finished reading them these days. My wife's words..."

"Don't say, don't say."

Bai Wenjing's face had turned red. He hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover Xue Chang'an's mouth, and then said, "the three children are still there. Can't you save me some face?"

"Silly lady."

Xue Changan reached out and scraped the tip of Bai Wenjing's nose, then whispered: "It's good for my wife to write such words. She didn't go to school. Now she can know so many words. It's all the result of her daily accumulation. In my opinion, my wife is already the top smart. If she is a man and has a family to study, she won't be under me."

Bai Wenjing is still a little unconvinced. She is a top student in the 21st century. She can't write big characters in ancient times. It's really embarrassing, but compared with Xue Changan, she can swear to speak more than he knows.

Just writing brush is really not what she is good at.

So Bai Wenjing glanced at Xue Chang'an and said with a smile, "you know. Since I can't write, don't you hurry to teach me? When business gets bigger in the future, people will ask who wrote this account book. How ashamed you say it's your mother."

"But this Wanguan family property is also earned by my mother."

Bai Wenjing couldn't help laughing: "so, you're still the one who eats soft rice?"

"The lady's soft rice is delicious."

Xue Chang'an got close and put his hands around her waist dishonestly.

"The child is watching."

Bai Wenjing pushed him. Xue Chang'an said, "they can't see. Come on, I'll teach you to write."

Then he reached out and grabbed the brush. The other hand pulled her hand up and taught her the brush and the writing posture.

The broad hand covered the back of her hand. The thick cocoon was a little thick. It hurt a little, but it also made her miss it.

She knew that these hands were the hands of practicing martial arts, the hands of chopping firewood and holding axes at home, and a pair of warm hands belonging to men.

So when covered by this hand again, Bai Wenjing felt that the man wrapped the softest place in her heart so carefully, making her heart full of happiness.

Xue Chang'an bowed his head and attached himself. The softness in the palm of his hand was his mother's Petite Qianqian thin hand. He didn't dare to exert too much force for fear of hurting this small hand, but he was afraid that his strength was too light, so that she couldn't grasp the pen pole and write strong characters.

Being so close to her, Xue Changan could smell the faint fragrance of flowers from the woman's body and intoxicate him.

"Don't you want me to start with writing strokes?"

Bai Wenjing saw Xue Changan holding his hand for a long time and didn't write, so she couldn't help asking. However, the distance between her lips suddenly approached, which made Bai Wenjing's face hot. She quickly turned her head back and asked, "Sir, but you have to write a stroke first?"

"Well, start with the strokes."

Xue Chang'an took back his thoughts. He held the little hand in one hand and took the opportunity to hold her waist with the other hand. With one stroke, he taught the woman to write.

Gradually, Bai Wenjing can also understand how to use the brush in her hand, but the hand holding her hand to write brush words is reluctant to loosen.

After almost half a piece of paper, Bai Wenjing couldn't help whispering, "well, let me try it myself."

"Well, good."

Xue Chang'an let go and showed the look of a strict teacher. He seriously stared at the pen holder in Bai Wenjing's hand, and then taught her to practice.

After a piece of paper finished writing strokes, Bai Wenjing felt that the brush in her hand was smooth, and couldn't help sighing: "look carefully, it's not difficult to learn this brush."

Then he came to Xue Chang'an and asked, "Xianggong, do I write better than them?"

Xue Changan also carefully studied the words written by Xue Baijun, pointed to Xue Baijun's words and said, "compared with Bai Jun, you are far from good. Bai Jun has made great progress today, and Bai Nian has written very well."

Xue Xiaohua saw that her father didn't mention her and hurriedly asked, "what about me, dad?"

"You."

Xue Chang'an glanced at Xue Xiaohua and then at Bai Wenjing: "you are like your mother. Practice hard. Your handwriting will be better than mine."

Bai Wenjing knew that today's practice was not enough to satisfy Xue Chang'an, so she looked back. It was really not well written. She secretly determined to practice harder tomorrow.

"Well, that's all for today's homework. You guys hurry to wash and sleep."

Xue Changan said that the little guys were relieved and ran to wash. Xue Changan also opened the water for Bai Wenjing as usual. Just when they were ready to go back to their room to rest, they saw Xue Bonian running in from the outside, lifted the bedding and went in.

Seeing this, Bai Wenjing immediately asked, "Bai Nian, what are you doing?"