Literary Girls Nurturing Program

He Xiu threw away the mouse, and the word "" on the last line on the webpage made her even more anxious.

Waiting for the [-]-word update every day made her a little scratchy.I can't wait to read the following, but I didn't see the words of the shredded pork with green pepper at all.

Occasionally I see his postscript, but most of them are about his own upgrade system, and I can't see him saying anything else.It was all kinds of coldness, and there was no other contact method, no interaction at all, He Xiu herself was almost depressed to death.

To be honest, He Xiu didn’t understand Qingjiaorousi after she wrote that short fan story, and then turned to write such a fantasy novel.

I haven't written enough about the oriental background when I write western fantasy, so why do I write western fantasy?Does anyone have a deeper understanding of Western culture other than science and technology?

But the shredded pork with green peppers was self-willed and wrote down, and He Xiu had to pinch her nose to test the poison after another literary shortage.

Unexpectedly, this Western Fantasy Brave is very good, the name is very earthy, although the names have a western style, but the names are very simple, and it will not make people feel particularly unreasonable and detached.And the charm of literature lies in this, even if it is something that you don't understand at all, you can use words to attract people, so that you can't stop it.

He Xiu doesn't like to read long stories, one is because a long story will take a long time, and the other is because long stories tend to have more logical loopholes.Especially for things like web articles, which are posted chapter by chapter, with such a small number of words, and only such a little update every day, she is extremely worried that she will forget the previous article after reading the latter.

In other words, what He Xiu is more worried about is that the author has dug the hole himself and doesn’t know how to fill it in. Even if the master’s long story has no logical errors, he knows that the hole is filled perfectly, but sometimes it’s not so perfect. The author of the pit.

A long story will leave a lot of regrets. The more characters appear on the stage, the more difficult it is to explain everyone's coming and going.He Xiu didn't like this feeling the most.

So He Xiu never thought that one day she would follow a long-form web series, or a web series as short as one chapter.

A chapter of only [-] words is not the market situation at all, but I feel that the shredded pork with green peppers has already explained one thing clearly within [-] words, leaving a foreshadowing for the next chapter or even later, so There is nothing wrong with such a score.

He Xiu thought about a small person like the protagonist, always thinking about slaying dragons, and worked hard every day to train himself, but in just a few days, he left his village, and he went through so many things not long after he came out. Only when you go to the big world will you see how vast the world is.

And the background of the Western mythology constructed by the brave man has already fascinated He Xiu, and the values ​​displayed by the protagonist are different from those of the East, which also made He Xiu want to understand what foreign people are thinking.

From the theft incident of the little thief to the appearance of the people in the temple, all kinds of characters appear on the stage, making people dizzy. He Xiu has no way of predicting what the protagonist will encounter next.Moreover, it was also the first time He Xiu came into contact with the routine of upgrading Shuangwen. Every time he saw what treasure the protagonist got and quickly slapped someone in the face, he also felt disgusted.

It was of course one of the reasons why He Xiu was able to continue to read this article. It was more because of her solid writing skills and the impact of the unfamiliar world on He Xiu, which aroused her curiosity.

The only regret now is that the shredded pork with green peppers has never come forward to answer questions, and there are more and more words in the book review area, but no one can manage it well.

He Xiu also sent a request to become the administrator of the "Brave" book review area last time, but unfortunately, the shredded pork with green peppers did not respond.

It is updated every day, which means that the author should have read their text messages, right?But there is no response at all. Does this mean rejection?

After reading the book, he was hooked by the fact that the protagonist went to the World of Warcraft Forest to perform the task at the end of this chapter, and He Xiu thought of her tragic rejection, and couldn't help feeling depressed.

He Xiu, who had a rich inner world, turned off the computer angrily, took out her notebook and started writing.

Wang Jia covered his nose and sneezed. The teacher who was writing silently looked up at Wang Jia.

Facing Teacher Shang's gaze, Wang Jia smirked and fooled around.The teacher bowed his head and continued his calligraphy.

Wang Jia dabbed the ink carefully, and slowly drew up the post.Calligraphy is something that must be done calmly and slowly when writing a post.After all, it is not easy to pay attention to the works of masters, then imitate them and write them down, and then gradually form your own style.

I can't see any improvement in calligraphy practice recently, but the teacher said that it is good to practice seriously.In the teacher's opinion, Wang Jia is indeed very talented in practicing calligraphy. It is not easy for him to write decently when he comes into contact with a brush for the first time.

Every master of calligraphy, which one has not practiced hard since childhood?It is not easy for Wang Jia to be able to write like this in a short period of time.

After Wang Jia finished writing a page on the rice paper, he cleaned the brush in the brush washer, gently slid out the excess water in the brush, put the brush on the pen holder, and took a few deep breaths.

It is quite tiring to finish the posts with concentration and concentration, and Wang Jia is still sweating now.

"Wang Jia, come here." Seeing that Wang Jia had already written a large page of rice paper, the teacher told Wang Jia to go over.

I originally thought that the teacher was also making a post, but I didn't expect that the teacher was just drawing.

The semi-finished bluegrass looks like its branches and leaves are stretched, and it does not have a lazy beauty.There are only two or three strange stone clusters, and it seems that they are indeed unfinished paintings.

"Teacher, you asked me to taste the painting? But it seems that you haven't finished it yet." Mr. Wang Jia couldn't help being respectful to his calligraphy teacher. After all, this teacher looked very old, with white beard and hair, and everything Slowly.

It's just that the old man still looks very energetic, and his body is also tough.It also looks rosy, and there is nothing wrong with it.

I don't know where Liu Yun found the teacher. Anyway, every time he attends class, Wang Jia catches the bus to the teacher's house to study.Liu Yun said that it was very difficult for her to find old man Weng Shu and let him agree to accept her as a student. Wang Jia didn't ask the old man's identity, but it's always right to show some respect to someone whose mother cares about him so much.

It is no big deal for Wang Jia to come to study, not to mention that Mr. Weng Shu's house is also very elegant, which makes Wang Jia almost unable to think about leaving.

When he knocked on the door for the first time and came in, Wang Jia knew that his teacher should be a person of great taste.

Weng Shu shook his head with a smile, and said, "You little girl, you don't even know how ink painting skills are, how can you still paint? At most, you only know how dense the leaves are, and you don't even know how to apply the calligraphy skills I taught you." Go in, how to taste the painting?"

Wang Jia scratched her head, thinking that Weng Shu was right, she really couldn't understand paintings. "Teacher, I don't know how to paint, so you can't teach me?"

"That's why I asked you to come up here. Seeing that you have reached a bottleneck in calligraphy, I wanted to teach you how to paint." Weng Shu said, "You also know that rice paper is divided into raw rice paper and cooked rice paper. Levels from one to ten. You are just getting started, and I have prepared familiar announcements for you."

Wang Jia asked a little strangely: "Teacher, you really want to teach me ink painting?" It was true that she wanted to learn, but Liu Yun should only pay for calligraphy, right?If she read it correctly, the teacher should draw very well... Can you be so casual?

Weng Shu ignored her and asked her to pick up a pen prepared for her, saying: "Calligraphy and painting have not been separated since ancient times. I see that your handwriting is already decent. You must start learning Chinese painting. In case you go out in the future I don’t even know, it’s still my face that was lost.”

"Yes, yes, of course it can't be like this. Teacher, please tell me how to draw this." Wang Jia's fingers touched the rice paper, and the paper under her hand was so delicate that she wanted to touch it even after touching it.

Seeing her unsteady movements, Weng Shu just shook his head helplessly, and said, "Try to move on the paper first, don't just touch how good the paper is."

Wang Jia rubbed his nose, but he didn't dare to touch the rice paper anymore. He flattened the rice paper with a paperweight, Wang Jia dipped his hand in ink, and drew some messy lines with the tip of the pen on the rice paper.Shuxuan really won't let the ink smudge, and when you write, you feel that the paper under the pen is moist and easy to fill.

"You are careful," Weng Shu looked at the way she wrote the pen. It seemed that she had been frightened by the last time she used Shengxuan, and she was careful when she wrote it. Painting is also done with different rice papers. Just like when we write calligraphy, the wild grass must be fast, and if it is wild enough, we use raw rice, write quickly, start quickly, and stop quickly.”

Wang Jia listened carefully, carefully holding the brush in his hand.

"Chuxuan does not absorb ink, so it doesn't need to be so fast. It can be used for fine carving and moving slowly. And the half-cooked rice paper you use is more suitable for practicing calligraphy. After practicing the speed, it will Just use Shengxuan to train yourself. Whether it is calligraphy or painting skills, it is the same." Weng Shu speaks slowly, and if Wang Jia is not full of sleep, he will feel sleepy when he hears it.

Weng Shu is methodical in everything he does, and he has never seen him flustered.Although there is a reason why the old man is old, his skill in nourishing Qi is indeed extraordinary.

Listening to Weng Shu's speech is actually a very enjoyable thing. Wang Jia feels that the old man speaks slowly, but with a peculiar charm, which makes people relax wholeheartedly.

"What I use for living propaganda is mainly freehand brushwork. If you use proficient calligraphy, I will teach you fine brushwork first, let's talk about basic painting techniques first." Weng Shu actually seldom teaches students, but Liu Yun heard that he would I came here to live for a long time, so I agreed to teach Wang Jia about it.

Left and right are just a pastime, so it would be difficult for him to teach people systematically.Weng Shu just teaches wherever he thinks of. Compared with other professional teachers, it is naturally completely different.

It's just that Wang Jia didn't study elsewhere at all, so she listened to everything Weng Shu taught her.As for how Weng Shu taught, she just assumed that she had learned it by herself, and she didn't think much about it at all.

We didn't talk about the basic skills. Weng Shu first explained how to use those pens, and today's teaching time is over.Weng Shu looked at the time, stroked his beard, and threw Wang Jia's unfinished painting to Wang Jia. He asked Wang Jia to go back and analyze several painting techniques he had used. Jia went back and practiced several basic painting techniques by himself.

Wang Jia could only take these things and go home carefully.

Although she still doesn't know how to identify the good and bad of the Four Treasures of the Study, she still knows that the things in the old man's place are not cheap.If the old man breaks it, will the old man ask her to pay for it? The most important thing is that if she breaks these things, she won't be able to finish her homework.

Wang Jia himself knew that Weng Shu would not be happy if he couldn't finish his homework.

Although Weng Shu seems to have a good temper, in fact he has extremely strict requirements on his students.Wang Jia didn't dare to be perfunctory.

After returning home from the old man, Wang Jia took a look at Yuan Jia and it seemed that Yuan Jia hadn't come yet.

Carrying this bag of things into the door, Liu Yun is not at home now, Wang Jia went back to the bedroom by himself, turned on the computer, found the video of the master chanting that he saw yesterday, clicked on it, and while listening to the ancient poems, he spread out his things and began to practice that A little bit of painting skills.

She planned to take a closer look at Weng Shu's paintings tomorrow. After all, it was the opening ceremony of the Poetry Award tonight, and she would read it then.In order to avoid being affected by yourself, I'd better watch it tomorrow when I'm quiet.

After picking up a pen and copying the copybook given by the teacher for a while, Wang Jia saw that he could stabilize the writing on a horizontal line now, which is not bad.

But the size of the characters is still not consistent. Although it does not mean that every character must be of the same size, the most important thing is the harmony of the whole text.And she hasn't done well yet.

But this kind of thing just needs hard work and practice, and Wang Jia never thought that he could become a calligraphy master casually.As long as I don't lose face when I write in front of people, how can I ask others to praise my handwriting?

After writing a large sheet of rice paper, Wang Jia carefully compared his own words with those on the copybook, summed up some problems, circled his mistakes, and memorized them carefully.Then he put away his piece of paper, and spread it on the familiar Xuan Xuan to practice basic drawing techniques.

The chanting work played outside the computer has reached "Long Gan Xing", and Wang Jia chanted it in his heart while drawing.After practicing the painting methods taught today two or three times, Wang Jia tried to draw two stones by himself...

Silently looking at the poop he drew, Wang Jia couldn't bear to look at it any more.

After putting away the rice paper, Wang Jia washed and put away the inkstone and brushes, and then concentrated on reciting poems following the master in the video.

Wang Jia stopped when he felt his mouth was dry, turned off the app, and went to the living room to pour water for himself.By chance, I heard a knock on the door.

"You came so late, why did you go?" Wang Jia leaned against the door frame and asked with a smile.

Yuan Jia pulled his pocket, took out a barbecue box from it, and said, "Just now I saw that barbecue shop on the road, and I thought you like roasted chicken legs, so I brought you one."

Wang Jia took the box, and he couldn't tell what it was like. One must know that Yuan Jia didn't have a lot of pocket money, so if he could think of her eating roasted chicken legs, he probably would have to save money for a while.Even if he knew, Wang Jia didn't say anything, stepped aside and let Yuan Jia in.

"Next time, come earlier. No one listened to the poems I chanted just now. I don't know if it's good or not."

"I know..." Yuan Jia came in and looked around, "Auntie isn't here?"

"Maybe I went shopping with my friends...?" Wang Jia himself didn't know very well, "Hurry up, we've got the electronic files ready to hand in the manuscript. Maybe we can catch up with the opening ceremony of the Poetry Awards. "

Yuan Jia nodded and followed into the bedroom.The tip of his nose twitched twice, and the fragrance of ink still remained in Wang Jia's room, which made people feel very comfortable.

"I'll be able to take you to practice calligraphy with me earlier," Wang Jia pointed to the Four Treasures of the Study on the shelf, "Look, it hasn't been long since it was put there."

Yuan Jia frowned, and said, "I won't buy you food next time. I'll type the file first."

Wang Jia waved his hand, signaling casually.

Yuan Jia gritted his teeth, saw that she had opened the bag, grabbed the chicken legs and started eating, feeling dissatisfied in every way.

When Wang Jia and Yuan Jia were busy eating and climbing the grid, Shaoxing was welcoming the busiest and most crowded time of the year.