"My husband wants to teach Lian'er how to write?" the little girl looked at Huang Tinghui with her eyes wide open, she covered her little mouth and said.

Although the little girl also wants to learn writing from Huang Tinghui.

But in this era where "a woman's lack of talent is a virtue", the little girl still hesitated and struggled a little.

Huang Tinghui didn't care about this. He picked up the branch placed aside. He looked at the little girl and said, "I'll start with the most commonly used ones!"

"Lian'er has seen it clearly!" Huang Tinghui finished speaking, and the branch in his hand fell on the river sand.

Soon, Huang Tinghui wrote three words on the thin river sand, "Wu Feilian!"

"Husband, what are you writing?" The little girl is illiterate, so she doesn't know what words Huang Tinghui wrote on the river sand.

Huang Tinghui smiled slightly when he heard this, and handed the piece of wood in his hand to the little girl.

"This character is pronounced Wu!" Huang Tinghui said softly.

"Wu!" the little girl whispered after Huang Tinghui.

"This word is read as Fei!"

"Phi!"

"This word reads lotus!"

"lotus!"

"Read it together!" Huang Tinghui looked at the little girl and said.

"Feilian Wu!"

"It's my name!" The little girl said to Huang Tinghui excitedly, as if she had discovered a new world.

"so smart!"

"That's your name!"

"Wu Feilian!" Huang Tinghui smiled and stretched out his hand, scratching the tip of the little girl's nose lovingly.

"Since you want to practice calligraphy, let's start with your name and learn it!"

Huang Tinghui said to the little girl in an extremely gentle tone.

"Yeah!" The little girl made a very clear voice.

She stared closely at the three words written by Huang Tinghui, as if she thought that as long as she stared at these three words, she could write them.

Seeing such a dull look, Huang Tinghui burst into laughter.

"Lian'er, the key to practicing calligraphy is practicing!"

"It's not about watching!"

"If you just read it, you will never be able to write it!" Huang Tinghui smiled and rubbed the little girl's head.

The little girl nodded blankly, clenched her fists and said to Huang Tinghui, "Husband, I think I can do it!"

Huang Tinghui was stunned when he heard what the little girl said.

Then he laughed.

The little girl is quite confident!

"You write here, imitate my husband's handwriting!"

Huang Tinghui wanted the little girl to start learning from copying, but the conditions did not allow it.

Huang Tinghui doesn't even have paper now, so how can he ask the little girl to copy it?

The little girl looked nervously at the words "Wu Feilian" written on the river sand.

She imitated the three words written by Huang Tinghui, writing them next to each other one stroke at a time.

But the little girl is a beginner after all, so how can she master the trick?

Huang Tinghui learned to write calligraphy back then, but it took a lot of effort.

When the little girl wrote the word "武", the strokes were curved and not straight at all, just like a child scribbling.

Look at the words written by yourself, and then look at the words written by your husband.

The little girl lowered her head in shame.

Just now she said that she seemed to have learned it, but it turned out that her brain had learned it, but her hands had not.

"Husband..."

"Yes...I'm sorry..." The little girl looked down and said to Huang Tinghui like a child who had made a mistake.

"Sorry for what?"

"You write very well. When your husband first learned to write, his writing was much uglier than yours."

"Lian'er is really talented at writing!" Huang Tinghui said with a smile as he touched the little girl's head lovingly.

Although the little girl's handwriting is indeed not very good now, Huang Tinghui still discovered the little girl's talent for writing.

"Really?" The little girl raised her head unconfidently and looked at Huang Tinghui.

"of course it's true!"

"When my husband was writing in the past, he was scolded countless times."

"I don't know how ugly it is compared to what Lian'er wrote."

"My husband said something to me at that time." At this point, Huang Tinghui couldn't help but laugh.

The little girl didn't know why. She looked at Huang Tinghui and asked: "Husband, what did you say?"

"He said that your husband cannot be carved out of rotten wood, nor can he hold up a wall out of mud!"

After saying that, Huang Tinghui couldn't help laughing.

It's not that this thing is funny, but Huang Tinghui couldn't help laughing when he thought of the angry look of the teacher who taught him how to write.

"That gentleman is so strict!"

"My husband's handwriting is obviously so good, much better than Lian'er's handwriting!"

The little girl glanced at Huang Tinghui's writing on the river sand, and then looked at her own writing on the river sand.

She couldn't help but speak.

"Little fool!" Huang Tinghui flicked the little girl's forehead with his finger. He continued to say to the little girl: "As long as you work hard, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle."

“Everything requires hard work, nothing can be accomplished overnight.”

"Just like the word husband, it took me a long time to get what it looks like now."

"Little girl, you need to practice often, and your handwriting will naturally become better and better."

Huang Tinghui comforted the little girl.

After hearing Huang Tinghui's encouragement, the little girl slowly regained her confidence.

"Um!"

"Lian'er should also learn to write well and learn to write many, many words!"

The little girl clenched her fists and said firmly.

Looking at the little girl's serious expression, Huang Tinghui was a little curious.

He could see that the little girl was very interested in practicing writing.

It can even be said to be a bit obsessed.

"Why does Lian'er have to learn to write many, many words when her husband is here?" Huang Tinghui asked a little strangely.

"My husband will definitely go out to study in the future, and he won't be with Lian'er by then!"

"Lian'er can't hold her husband back, but at that time Lian'er will miss her husband very much."

"If Lian'er learns to write, then Lian'er can write all her thoughts about her husband in a letter!"

"My husband just needs to open the letter and see the words written by Lian'er!"

"You will know that Lian'er really misses her husband!"

Wu Feilian stood there so cutely, and she said these words extremely seriously.

At this time, Huang Tinghui understood why the little girl was so obsessed with learning to write.

So that’s it!

Inexplicably moved, Huang Tinghui just wanted to hold this cute, heart-wrenching little girl into his arms.

"What a silly girl!" At this moment, Huang Tinghui no longer suppressed his inner emotions.

He pulled the little girl over and held her tightly in his arms.

"Silly girl!"

"My husband will teach you how to write!"
To be continued...