strictlysupreme Chapter 208: Ghostly Characters 1
Chapter 208: Ghostly Characters 1
"Dad, can I write something too?" Erhua asked with envy as she looked at the last two pieces of red paper used to write "Fu".
Wen Wuyan didn't even need to say anything, Dahua took the initiative and said, "Every time Grandpa Yang teaches you how to read, you run the fastest. Tell me, how many words do you know now?"
Erhua didn't care at all that her past was exposed. Instead, she smiled and stretched out her hands to show Dahua, "Sister, I know so many words that I can't even count them on my two hands."
Erhua said this with a smug expression on her face.
Dahua ignored her pride and helped Daxin spread out the couplets written by his father on the table to dry. At the same time, she said, "It's a waste of paper to let you write."
When Erhua saw that her elder sister wouldn't let her write, she turned around and hugged Wen Wuyan's thighs, looked at his little face pitifully and said, "Dad, I want to write too."
"Okay, I'll write it for you well. Then tell Dad what words you want to write?" Wen Wuyan put away the brush, looked down at Erhua and asked.
This stumped Erhua. She only knew a few characters, and she didn't know what to write. She didn't recognize any of the characters her father had just written.
When one is worried, his eyebrows will be gathered together.
Dahua walked forward and imitated her mother's way of pressing her forehead, and pressed her thumb between her eyebrows to prevent her from frowning.
"I told you not to study hard with Grandpa Yang on weekdays, but now you won't do that, right?"
"Sister, stop scolding me all the time." Erhua leaned on her father's legs and said sullenly.
Dahua glared at her unhappily, then changed the thumb that was originally pressing on her forehead to a finger that tapped her forehead, "You were lazy and didn't study hard, and now you are not allowed to speak. You can't write other characters, but you should be able to write your own name."
When Erhua heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up and her whole face became energetic.
He let go of his father's thigh and hugged his sister instead, "Sister, you are amazing. Why didn't I think of writing my own name? How did you come up with that?"
As he said this, he kept rubbing his head against Dahua's chest to express his inner joy and happiness.
Dahua let Erhua rub against her until she was satisfied before pushing her away, "Go write quickly, mom said she wants to give us a bath."
Erhua happily turned around and looked at Wen Wuyan, "Dad, I want to write my name. I want to write a flower."
"Okay. I'll write for you!" Wen Wuyan said as he handed her the brush.
When Erhua reached out to take the brush, she encountered difficulties again. In the past, when Old Yang taught them to recognize words, he always wrote them on the ground with charcoal and never let them touch a brush.
So Erhua doesn’t even know how to hold a brush, let alone write with it?
Among the three children, only Daxin can hold a brush. The reason why Daxin can hold a brush is that he has nothing to do on weekdays and has to act as Wen Wuyan's book boy.
Erhua fiddled with the brush for a few times, and finally returned it to her father, "Dad, I don't want to write with a brush, I want to write with my fingers. Dad, please help me cut this paper into four small pieces, I want to write with my sister and brother Daxin."
Since Erhua has been asked to write, I don’t care how many pieces the paper is divided into.
Seeing that Wen Wuyan really tore the paper into four small pieces, Daxin said nervously, "Uncle, I can't write well."
Wen Wuyan chuckled, looked at Daxin with encouraging eyes and said, "It's okay, it's just for fun during the New Year. You don't think you can't write as well as Erhua, right?"
"Brother Daxin's calligraphy is better than Erhua's. At least Brother Daxin can hold a brush." Dahua echoed from the side.
On normal days, Daxin would not be moved after hearing this sentence, but today was different. Why did he feel that after Dahua said this, even if he couldn't do it, he would want to write this character beautifully?
Then he nodded with determination, thinking in his heart that Dahua should believe in him, and he would write well and not let Dahua down.
When Gu Qingqing arrived at the study, she saw three children standing in front of the table, blowing the ink on red paper.
At first she didn't care what was going on, but when she got closer and looked at the crooked words on the paper, she was slightly surprised and asked, "You wrote this?"
"Mom, look at what I wrote. Is it beautiful? Do you know what this word is?" Erhua was the first to find Gu Qingqing to take credit.
Gu Qingqing looked at the increasingly thick ink on the red paper that looked like ghostly scribbles, and the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously. She didn't recognize it, she didn't recognize it at all.
But in order not to dampen her child's mysterious self-confidence, she closed her eyes and praised him for a while, and finally said with a sense of inferiority, "I don't know many words, tell me what you wrote?"
"Hehe, mom, you don't even know my name. This is Hua, Erhua." Erhua said with a happy smile.
After Erhua's reminder, Gu Qingqing could vaguely recognize the characters of two words, but what were they? Was it "Erhua"?
She didn’t dare to recognize him. She really didn’t dare to recognize him.
Especially after she saw Dahua and Daxin, she was even more certain that Erhua was not pleasing to the eye.
Daxin and Dahua both wrote the word "Fu". Although it was also crooked, as if a worm was crawling on it, she could recognize what the word was with her own eyes.
Gu Qingqing took a deep breath, touched Erhua's head, and said earnestly, "Erhua writes well, but you are not as good as Daxin and Sister. You need to learn more from them and practice well."
Erhua automatically ignored the question of whether or not to practice, she just heard her mother praising her for her good writing.
"Mom, my sister just told me not to put this on the wall in the house, so can I put it on your wall and Dad's wall?"
Gu Qingqing took a deep breath again and smiled sincerely, "Let's not do that. This can't be posted in the house. It can only be posted in the yard."
Just kidding, although this is the child’s first calligraphy, she is really afraid that looking at it day and night will hurt her eyes. What if it hurts her soul?
"Ah! Why?" Erhua felt unhappy when she saw that she couldn't live next to her mother's room.
"Because the red paper will be posted in the yard and shown to everyone when people come home during the New Year." Gu Qingqing lied.
"But Dad just said that he has already written everything in the yard and there is no place for me to post it." Erhua said this and suddenly said "Huh", "Dad, you didn't mention the small house in the backyard where chickens and rabbits are raised, so where can I post it?" Erhua asked happily.
"Yeah." Wen said without saying anything.
"You can only stick it outside, where the chickens and rabbits can't see it." Gu Qingqing followed up.
What Erhua wrote was really too magical. She was worried that chickens would not lay eggs and rabbits would not give birth to babies after reading it.