Literary Girls Nurturing Program

Dashan felt that he had said something that shouldn't be said, and the little girl looked really sad.But that sadness did not reach a very deep place, it seemed shallow and faint, and it made people feel lingering, but the heart was tightening along with it.

Da Shan looked at Yuan Jia, unable to take his eyes away: the girl is not because of her delicate facial features, nor is it because her sadness makes people feel pity for me, but because she has a special quiet appeal.

This kind of contagious power is not shared by all kinds of people. The so-called quietness is not a temperament that can be had without talking.

There is a kind of strength and softness in her body, if one does not savor it carefully, perhaps no one will be able to appreciate it.She's a very interesting little girl, and she may have some "special abilities" - like forming an army of poultry or something?

Yuan Jia looked at the time, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, which meant that Dad probably wouldn't come back for lunch.But it was a waste to leave it like this, and she had no intention of starving herself.So instead of continuing to worry about whether he could find his father's words, Yuan Jia asked, "Uncle, have you eaten yet? If not, let's eat together."

"Hey, that's really what I wish for. Thank you in advance." Dashan felt hungry after walking all the way. He originally planned to chat for a while before leaving, but the little girl invited him to dinner. .

Yuan Jia shook his head, put the bowls and chopsticks that were originally intended for Wang Yiping in front of Da Shan, scooped a bowl of rice for Da Shan, and then scooped it up for himself, and then ate quietly.

What about eating? No one talks about that kind of topic anymore.Dashan always felt that he could ask any family-related questions casually.It is possible to poke the little girl's sore feet, but I don't feel that the little girl is very sad for her family.Yuan Jia gave him a wonderful feeling, indescribably strange - few people could give him such a contradictory feeling.

And Yuan Jia's sense of contradiction is so strangely strong, which makes him feel that he wants to explore and dig deeper.

Maybe I stayed here for more than ten days just to wait for this little girl?

Inexplicably, Da Shan came up with such an idea, and after he said more and more irrelevant things to Yuan Jia, this idea became more and more obvious.

The rural people here are somewhat relaxed and comfortable. After the agricultural reform, most farmers don't worry about their income at all.Most people are lazy when they don't have livelihood problems.

In conversations with these people, although I feel relaxed, I always feel that something is missing.As for this little girl, Yuan Jia, she has the aura of books, and also has the unique innocence of rural people, as well as a sense of distance that cannot be ignored.

This sense of distance is not because the two of them are strangers. She smiled sincerely at him, and it was natural to invite him to dinner. It is not surprising that he has a kind of defense against strangers. It's as if they were born with it.

Very good temperament, very suitable for a literati.

Whether it is quietness or this sense of distance, they all belong to the qualities that an excellent literati should possess. The dialogue between them has not yet involved insight, but her gentleness and the various things reflected in her communication with others can be seen It can be seen that her three views are very positive... The little girl is a very interesting person, like a rare good book, worth reading again and again.

"Buzz"

Yuan Jia picked up the phone, smiled shyly at Da Shan, then went out with the phone and started talking in the yard.

I don't know who called, which made her look more cheerful, and the sense of distance suddenly dissipated.

Such a vivid expression showed that the person who called her was very important to her.

When Yuan Jia came back after talking on the phone, Da Shan was already full.

"Thank you for your hospitality, little girl." Dashan thanked him sincerely, but this time he did not give any money in return.He stood up, ready to help clear the table together.

"Eh? Are you full?" Yuan Jia herself was full, but she was not sure about Da Shan.But it would be too embarrassing if you didn't get enough to eat after staying at home, so it's better to ask.

Da Shan said: "Of course it's good, your cooking skills are very good."

"That's good. Then I'll clean up first." Seeing Da Shan standing up, Yuan Jia thought he was in a hurry to leave, and asked again, "Are you in a hurry to leave now? If not, I can give you a ride. "Yuan Jia saw that he was not very young, and the road outside was very slippery, so he was afraid that he would have an accident on the road.

Da Shan waved his hand and said, "I'm not in a hurry. Is there anything I can do to help?" Actually, he seldom does housework, and he was a little curious after watching Yuan Jia clear the dining table.

"How can I let the guests do things? Uncle, just sit down, I'll finish it in a while." Yuan Jia carried the bowl and went to the kitchen.Two sets of bowls and chopsticks can be cleaned in two or three minutes.When she came back, she saw Dashan playing with ducks in the yard, but the duck pecked her hand.

Da Shan withdrew his hand in resentment, and then faced Shang Yuanjia's crescent eyes, he spread his hands helplessly and said: "There is no way, you and I are here today, but these little things really don't buy my account."

"Well," Yuan Jia laughed, "it's just a duck, you must be very respected."

Da Shan shook his hand and said, "This is not the same thing. But, can you accompany me to see the degraded forest over there later?"

"Okay." Yuan Jia didn't have any objections, and she was fine in the afternoon, so maybe she won't be able to see her father until evening.If you can't see him tonight, then you can only ask someone you know well.

Thinking that Dashan was here to travel, Yuan Jia also brought a digital camera himself, so he could take a few more photos of his parents and bring them to Wang Jia.When Wang Jia called first, he finally asked about her whereabouts, and Wang Jia seemed surprised by her answer.

But she seemed to have forgotten to tell Wang Jia that she came here to visit her father, and it would not be too late to tell her when she went back.But when Wang Jianeng called, he not only asked about her whereabouts, but also told her some good news.What made Yuan Jia most happy was the publication of "The Brave".

Among the books written by Wang Jia, Yuan Jia probably likes this one the most. It is full of fun, the unfamiliar European world, an ideal of dragon slaying, and heroism that is finally shattered... Whether it is the growth of a small person or the ultimate The tragicomic development of the film, or the seemingly happy ending, are worth thinking about.

On the contrary, those scripts and stream of consciousness that were changed again and again did not make Yuan Jia feel so deeply touched.Perhaps because of the final version of these things, there are too many other people's thoughts in it.

Wang Jia himself was unwilling, but he did not refuse.Under Liu Mei's marketing, these things also received a great response.Especially the way of writing the stream of consciousness has attracted a lot of attention.

Yuan Jia was very happy for Wang Jia, but Wang Jia's tone on the phone was quite cold - maybe something happened that made her unhappy.

Everything has to wait for her to go back before I can share it with Wang Jia...

The ink smudges on the rice paper, and one ink color is rendered layer by layer on the rice paper, superimposing various colors, and this is the benefit of Xuan Xuan.

Cooked Xuan is used for meticulous painting, half-cooked paper is suitable for beginners to write and draw, and raw Xuan is used for freehand brushwork. All kinds of paper have different uses.

The choice of raw or cooked rice paper is the same as how well done the steak is. According to your own needs, you can see how well done you need.

For more than three years, she herself can barely tell whether the rice paper is raw or not, but it is rough.She is always laughed at by Weng Shu, but she has to do it, after all, Weng Shu can't always prepare these things for her.If you can't exercise your eyesight, you will suffer sooner or later.

"These few thin bamboos are so interesting." Weng Shu walked over holding his own purple sand pot, saw the two unsupported bamboos on the rice paper, and was quite satisfied with their structure and shape.The branches and leaves are sparse and luxuriant, which shows that Wang Jia has practiced enough recently, and his comprehension is not bad.

When Wang Jia heard this adjective, he felt powerless for a while.Take a closer look at the bamboo I painted, it seems that it is really a bit skinny and lacks tenacity.

"Aren't you going to show me your new book?" Wang Jia originally wanted to write and revise his own drawing, but heard Weng Shu mention this.

As for the publication of "The Brave", Wang Jia didn't tell Weng Shu that it was because Weng Shu looked through the publication catalog of the new school of the Writers Publishing House that he saw his student's new book.

Wang Jia thought of his stream of consciousness and those scripts, which were once criticized by Weng Shu. He never thought of showing Weng Shu this game work.But it seems that every word is meticulously crafted, but it is not as high as this play.

Liu Mei said that this problem is very serious.However, Wang Jia still hasn't found a point to balance his thoughts and writing, so he can only explore slowly, think more, absorb the excellent things in other people's works, and then make himself better and better.

Seeing Wang Jia's hesitation, Weng Shu said: "I am not capable of giving you much advice on writing matters, but from the perspective of a reader, I can give you some suggestions. However, if you don't want to, I will If there is no other way, then continue to draw.”

"That book is rough, so I don't have the courage to show it to you..." Wang Jia is not afraid of being criticized, but for such a rough work, he always feels that he needs more courage to read it for someone like Weng Shu.

"You can't do this," Weng Shu took a sip of tea, "It's the best idea for you to have what I wrote. You can accept criticism from others with an open mind and correct it later, but when it comes to selling yourself, you should have More courage. No matter whether the work is a work of painstaking efforts or a game, it is written by you with all your thoughts. Since it can be published by the new cutting-edge faction, and it is placed in such an important top position, you have no doubts about yourself. Can the positioning be more accurate, and you value and be more confident in your own works?"

Having been taught another lesson, Wang Jia had no choice but to run to the entrance, took out the sample booklet he had brought to read from his pocket, and gave it to Weng Shu who moved to the bench and said, "Teacher, please read."

Weng Shu nodded, took the book and flipped through two or three pages, and found that Wang Jia was still standing there, so he hurriedly asked Wang Jia to continue drawing and practicing calligraphy by himself.

He deeply felt that Weng Shu had the taste of crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, but Wang Jia didn't object.

After practicing calligraphy for three years, the skill of nourishing Qi is getting better and better. After Wang Jia knelt down again and returned to his brush, he completely forgot that Weng Shu was looking at his black history.

The ink bamboo on the rice paper gradually took shape, Wang Jia held his breath, and completed the picture of the strange stone growing ink bamboo in one go.Turning to look at the time, most of the afternoon has passed, and the sun is about to set.

"The meaning of this picture is good." Weng Shu also read most of "The Brave". Seeing that Wang Jia had stopped writing, he came to look at her painting again, "Do you write poems?"

"No, this painting is half-finished, and if it is inscribed with everyone's poem, it will inevitably not match it." Wang Jia was thinking about "Bamboo and Stone", but her painting is not comparable to the bamboo in the poem.It's just a matter of practice, so he doesn't want to do it anymore.

Weng Shu didn't pursue it this time, but asked Wang Jia if he wanted to stay for dinner. Wang Jia declined because he thought about Chen Shangfei's training in the evening.

When Weng Shu was alone, he held "The Brave" and thought about it a few times, and then called his old friend.