Chapter 612

"Yes, I practice calligraphy every day. I hope I can write down my name pretty early!" Noah nodded, suddenly turned around, and carefully handed the statement to the seventh day of the summer.

"Aunt Tang, do you have any problem with the name I signed..."

On the seventh day of the early summer, she took over the statement and read it. At the end of the statement, she saw that he wrote down Feng Heng in a correct way. Every stroke was strong, and the font was clean and beautiful. If she was not sure that it was written by Noah herself, she almost thought it was a good adult who was signing it.

Just a few days, little Noah had already practiced his signature so well, which surprised the seventh day of the summer, but also brought more surprise and praise.

"Little Noah, your name is beautifully signed!" At the beginning of the summer, he patted his head with admiration, and then picked up the signed declaration book to shine it on the light. Under the light, the upright signature was not rigid at all. It was strong and powerful, and at the same time, it was composed. It could not be seen that it could be written by a child who had just learned to write for a few days

"I didn't expect you to be so gifted in writing, little Noah. If my father saw it, he would be very happy!" Early summer seven said with a smile.

Noah blushed with praise and whispered, "I just hope that I can live up to the precious pen my grandfather gave me, and I can't make my aunt and uncle lose face!"

"You've done a good job..." with full encouragement in the eyes of the seventh day of the summer, Noah made up his mind. This is a good start. He will work harder and not let them down!

"This signature doesn't need to be changed. If you print your fingerprint directly, you can take it to Feng Xun..." on the seventh day of the summer, remembering that there is still a fingerprint not pressed on the signature, he smiles and reminds Noah.

"I'll get the inkpad!" Noah nodded, quickly got up, trotted back to his room, took out the red ink and ran back to the living room.

"Aunt Tang, what should I do?" Noah handed the inkpad to the seventh day of the summer and asked suspiciously.

Xia Chuqi smiles and helps him to open the lid of the inkpad, then holds his index finger, stains the red inkpad in the inkpad box, and then says to the place where he signs: "press your index finger on the place where you sign, which means that it is the document you confirm!"

Hearing this, Noah followed the instructions of the seventh day of the summer and saw that there was a red fingerprint on his signature. He was surprised and said, "so you can cover your fingerprint like this?"

"Yes, this is a safe and effective declaration agreement. If you want to go to court in the future, you can also give evidence!" At the beginning of summer, he nodded and explained with a smile.

Noah nodded his head as if he knew nothing about it, but he believed that what Auntie and uncle had done must be good

From the moment he signed his name, he had made up his mind not to recognize the father who had never raised him and questioned his existence with disdain!

"Well, that's it!" On the seventh day of the summer, he put the document away, and then picked up a wet paper towel to help him wipe the red ink marks on his fingers. It was only then that he found that his fingers were all cocooned, and the wiping action stopped instantly.

Although when she held his little hand before, she found that it was rough, but her fingers were not as cocooned as they are now.

Just because she had been punished for writing when she was naughty, she deeply understood that if she wrote more, her fingers would be like this, and her fingers would be covered with cocoons. At that time, she was still coquettish with her father, but her father said with disapproval: "do you think those famous calligraphers are all names that come out of thin air? Do you know how Wang Xizhi practiced calligraphy in those years? "

She was speechless. Fortunately, her father knew that she had no talent for writing, but he didn't force her to practice more. Now, in a few days, little Noah wrote her name so well. No doubt, she worked hard with a pen!

"Little Noah, tell Aunt Tang, what time do you practice every day these days?" The seventh day of the summer frowned and asked, looking rather serious.

"Also... It's not very late..." Noah subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was held by the wrist on the seventh day of the summer.

"Look at your fingers. They are all covered with cocoons. I'm sure you've been practicing calligraphy till midnight these days!" At the beginning of summer, he sighed and rubbed the cocoon of his fingers with a tissue. I don't know whether to blame or comfort!

She woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and got up to drink some wine, but this child didn't wake up from hunger at all. Instead, she practiced calligraphy until midnight!

When Noah saw her, he lowered his head and muttered, "I'm sorry, aunt Tang. I can't write. I can't even write my own name, so I want to practice here. At least I need to write my own name better in a short time!"

"It's important to practice calligraphy, but don't be too eager to achieve anything, let alone force yourself to achieve a certain goal..."

On the seventh day of the summer, he helped him clean the ink on his hands, rubbed his hair, and gently advised: "it's good to want to learn and make progress, but we always have to step by step, don't we?"

"Yes, aunt Tang!" Noah heard aunt Tang's admonishment, feeling a little depressed, nodded and whispered.

He thought that when he wrote his name, he would be praised and praised by his aunt, who did, but she didn't approve of his practice, even he was eager for success

On the seventh day of the summer, seeing that he was depressed with his head down, he also knew that his tone seemed too severe, and said softly, "little Noah, aunt Tang is not criticizing you. She just doesn't want to see you force yourself so much. You are still young and have a lot to learn. Don't be too anxious!"

She said with a pause and a smile, "and now you are growing up. If you don't get enough sleep at night, it will affect your growth. Don't you want to be as tall and strong as the bodyguard tiger? From now on, you should sleep well! "

Noah then raised his head and looked at the seventh day of last summer. Knowing that Aunt Tang's persuasion was for her own sake, he quickly nodded: "I know, aunt Tang, I'm wrong. I'll sleep well in the future!"

"Dear, go to bed quickly!" The seventh day of the summer touched his head and urged him with a smile.

Noah didn't delay, so he got up to say good night to her and trotted back to his room.

Looking at his little figure, he shook his head and sighed on the seventh day of the summer. He picked up the document he signed and went back to the bedroom.