Literary Girls Nurturing Program

Li Xuecheng's home looks very warm, but it is not as deserted as he himself looks.The layout of the home is warm, without any cumbersomeness, and every detail is exquisite and grand.

On the wall, there are many calligraphy and paintings. Yuan Jia originally thought that with Li Xuecheng's financial resources, he would buy calligraphy and paintings of ancient masters to decorate his house, but most of the calligraphy and paintings on it were left by Li Xuecheng's own family. .

Li Xuecheng's handwriting is clear, meaningful, elegant, unique, and has strong traces of European style; Du Ying's handwriting is more delicate and smooth, and most of his paintings look like clusters of flowers; Li Boyue's handwriting is close to Li Xuecheng, but in it Added some rigidity and edges; as for Li Bowang, he copied many famous posters and some original calligraphy and paintings of his own, but they are much more childish and unkempt.

"There are still a lot of vacant walls in the house. You can write more in the future, and I will hang them on it. I think it must be very beautiful." Seeing Yuan Jia's stagnation, Du Ying smiled, Said softly in Yuan Jia's ear.

Yuan Jia didn't expect to be discovered when he was distracted. He looked at Du Ying with a flushed face, and said in a voice like a mosquito gnat: "I haven't practiced calligraphy much yet." Wang Jia took her to practice, and she also knew Weng Shu. It's just that she thinks it's not good to go to class all the time, so it's just that Wang Jia will teach her more.She has achieved some results in calligraphy practice, but she has not been able to create independently until now.

"Don't worry, it's all improving slowly. You don't know that Bo Yue and Bo Wang's handwriting at the beginning is also horrible." Du Ying smiled and led Yuan Jia into the dining room.

Holding Du Ying's warm hand, Yuan Jia felt a lot more at ease.The unfamiliar environment made her feel insecure. Although Li Xuecheng was her teacher and this place could be said to be her home, Li Xuecheng was the only person she knew well. Facing other scrutiny, Yuan Jia always felt awkward.

Leading Yuan Jia to sit down next to her, Du Ying called Li Xuecheng to go to the kitchen with her.

After the two adults left, Li Boyue and Li Bowang didn't hide their curiosity about Yuan Jia at all. They stared at Yuan Jia with four eager eyes, which made Yuan Jia feel a little hairy.

"Your name is Yuan Jia, right? What's your character? What character did Dad choose for you?" Li Bowang asked first.

Li Boyue rubbed Li Bowang's head and said to Yuan Jia, "I'm Li Boyue, and my name is Hengshou. You can call me Boyue or Ah Heng; as for this kid, it's Li Bowang, my younger brother. His name is Zizhan. Although he has the same name as Su Dongpo, he is not as talented as Su Dongpo."

Yuan Jia replied: "Well, I am Yuan Jia, and the teacher named me Le'an. You can call me by my name or by my name." Introducing myself, it seems that the sense of strangeness is not so strong.

"As expected, it should come from the Book of Songs." Li Bowang shook his head in disappointment. "Swallows and swallows are flying, but they are not as good as their feathers. The son returns home, but is sent away to the wild. Looking forward, weeping like rain... To be honest, I am a boy, and my father chose this poem to name me, which is really a little... not as good as the conscript poem "Zhiao"."

"Be content, three hundred poems, thinking innocently. Dad is looking forward to your well-being. If you don't tell others, who would know where your words come from?" Li Boyue gave Li Bowang an angry look.

Li Bowang shrank his neck, not daring to say any more.

Yuan Jia said with a smile: "It's the Book of Songs, that's right, it's taken from "Deer Ming", but it seems that it's not just the words of this poem." Because when explaining the name, it's not a poem.

Li Boyue thought of her own characters, and it seemed that Li Xuecheng had expanded the scope of the books she picked up characters from.Finally, it is no longer the lonely "Book of Songs".Li Xuecheng really likes "The Book of Songs", and of course Li Boyue himself likes it too, but it hasn't reached the point where Li Xuecheng can memorize it fluently.

"It sounds like a very gentle name, Le'an. Mom has prepared a room for you early in the morning, and I'll take you around after dinner. Don't be reserved here, this will be your home from now on." Li Boyue Naturally sending out friendly signals to Yuan Jia, it was easier for the two girls to talk to each other than Li Bowang's occasional disconnection.

Yuan Jia nodded reservedly, and smiled shyly at Li Boyue.

Li Bowang saw Li Boyue and Yuan Jia getting acquainted so quickly, and was very jealous.In fact, he really wanted to get close to Yuan Jia. First of all, Yuan Jia was Li Xuecheng's first formal disciple and also the last. Jiada is one year old.

At home, Li Bowang had enough of being the youngest one and being taken care of everywhere, so he wanted to try taking care of others a long time ago.But Yuan Jia looked very introverted, it seemed that he shouldn't have rushed over in such a hurry.But this younger sister, Li Bowang really liked it.

It's a pity that it's a girl. Although the current situation is that men and women are equal, there is no rule that men and women cannot sit together at the age of seven, but they can't be too much when getting along.

So Li Bowang, who could only watch from the other side, really wanted to jump up and down, scratched his head and let Yuan Jia see him more.After being anxious for a long time, a flash of inspiration suddenly dawned on Li Bowang, "I can practice calligraphy with you in the future. You see, our house is covered with these things. How about the two of us hanging our works on the walls?"

Yuan Jia didn't expect Li Bowang to be so enthusiastic, and she didn't need to refuse: "Well, I'll ask brother Zizhan for advice from now on."

Li Bowang, who was called the elder brother, felt a little flustered, and nodded quickly, saying that he was not giving advice, but just practicing together.

When Du Ying walked in with the soup, it was not surprising that the three children talked in a heated atmosphere, and said to Yuan Jia: "Today is your welcome banquet, you should eat more when the dishes are ready. .”

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you. I'll serve the dishes with you." Yuan Jia didn't have the habit of sitting and watching the elders go about their business, so she stood up immediately and wanted to go to the kitchen by herself.

Du Ying took Yuan Jia's hand with a broken smile, and said, "Today is your first day at home, and you were tired along the way. Xuecheng and I can't bear to see you working with us anymore. In the future When you are too busy to stop, feel free to sit and chat with Bo Yue and Bo Wang."

Yuan Jia was pushed on the chair by Du Ying and sat down again, but she was a little restless watching Du Ying and Li Xuecheng busily busy.Li Boyue and Li Bowang looked at Yuan Jia's performance, and felt uncomfortable sitting still.

But before the three children got up to help, the dishes were already served.

"Okay, dinner is ready." Du Ying smiled and sat beside Yuan Jia, with Li Xuecheng on her right.

This dining table is not a square, but a round one, so that there is actually no "distinction between superiority and inferiority" and it looks closer.It was also chosen by Li Xuecheng at the very beginning.

Originally, Li Xuecheng, who doesn't show his temperament very much, wants to have no sense of distance from his family, which is reflected in all aspects of life.It can be said that, apart from his lack of tolerance towards the media, Li Xuecheng is actually an unexpectedly easy-talking person.

"Well, today is the day when our family member Yuan Jia returns home. For Yuan Jia's sake, let's have a toast together?" Du Ying raised his fruit wine and suggested to his family.

Li Xuecheng nodded and raised his wine glass.Naturally, the three children also raised their own juices, and the five people's glasses collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Yuan Jia sipped the juice in his mouth, and completely understood that they really treated themselves as family members.The tense strings on my body have also relaxed a lot—the holiday of the Double Ninth Festival will become very special...

He Xiu touched this set of "Brave" books. There are seven volumes in total, each of which is a volume of "Brave". There are only seven volumes in total.But these seven volumes of stories are very harmonious. Among them, the young man whose dreams were ridiculed by people all over the world has successfully left his small village and become a dragon knight and dragon slaying warrior respected by thousands of people. His deeds were written into an epic for the world to sing, and his dream came true.

But this story is not as perfect as imagined. In the process of going through hardships and success, the protagonist has experienced betrayal, was "roasted on the fire", lost his relatives, lovers, and friends in the war, until the end Alone, even with all his success, he was somewhat of a failure.

The successful ascent of the warriors is like those emperors in history. Whether it is success or failure, the final outcome is emotional.

Turning to the first page, it was written on the title page that Green Pepper Pork Shredded thanked and blessed her, but He Xiu was still dissatisfied.Even after writing all seven books, she is still not satisfied.

Anyone who finds out that his beloved wife has to temporarily close the pen after writing such a beautiful novel will be very upset.

In the early days of Internet literature, there were not many books like "The Brave".It is even more difficult to find a long novel that can make He Xiu, who only loves short stories, fall in love with it.

I turned to the author page of Green Pepper Pork Shredded, and the two lonely books on it looked particularly connected.He Xiu refreshed the webpage unwillingly, refreshing the webpage, but she didn't know how to find shredded pork with green peppers.

The communication with shredded pork with green pepper is through private messages, and now there is no news about the shredded pork with green pepper for a long time.

The mouse was creaked and creaked by He Xiu, and the webpage was refreshed again and again, but it still looked familiar, so familiar that He Xiu could draw it without looking at it.

However, after unremittingly refreshing more than ten or twenty times, a new book quietly appeared on the left side of "The Brave"...