Reborn as a widow in the 70s

In order to verify that what he said was true, Chang Lao took Zhao Xuewen into Professor Jin's study.

Song Xiuxiu and others also followed closely behind.

Professor Jin’s study is very large, and the walls are covered with paintings. Of course, they are basically Chinese paintings.

There are two pots of golden chrysanthemums placed in the corner of the room. The chrysanthemums are in full bloom at the moment, and each one is as dazzling as a hydrangea against the dark green leaves.

There is a set of sandalwood tables and chairs on one side of the room, with intricate patterns carved on them.

The simple white porcelain tureen was placed quietly on the small table.

In the middle of the small table is a lotus-shaped cyan ceramic incense burner. The light fragrance drifts in the room with the curls of smoke, lingering in the air, making people feel comfortable and pleasant.

A large warm yellow carved wooden table is placed on the westernmost side of the study, with the four treasures of the study on it.

Behind the desk, against the wall, is an old-fashioned bookshelf. There are not many books on it anymore, so Professor Jin placed some bottles and cans to prevent the bookshelf from becoming unused.

Chang Lao brought Zhao Xuewen to the desk and asked Zhao Xuewen: "Which font do you usually practice?"

Zhao Xuewen replied calmly: "I have dabbled in running script, cursive script and regular script, but I usually practice regular script the most."

Hearing this, Chang Lao found a familiar leaflet on his desk, pressed it down with a paperweight, and then said to Zhao Xuewen: "Then write in regular script and use the characters you practice best and are most familiar with."

After hearing what he said, Zhao Xuewen stopped being polite and rolled up his sleeves directly and started grinding.

Usually, Song Xiuxiu bought him ink, which he could use directly, but when he was in the compound, Teacher Xu still taught him how to grind it.

Today, Zhao Xuewen saw that there was no ink sold outside on the table, so he started grinding it himself.

After grinding the ink, he started to pick up the brush and start writing seriously.

Regular script pays attention to the square shape and straight strokes, but Zhao Xuewen writes in small regular script, which must be neat and uniform.

When he was halfway through writing, Chang Lao stopped.

"That's enough, put away the pen!"

Hearing this, Zhao Xuewen stopped writing, put down his brush, and then stood aside politely, waiting for Chang Lao to comment.

"My wrist strength is not enough, my pen grip is unstable, and my pen tip is not smooth!"

Chang Lao looked at the words on the desk and commented seriously.

Then Chang Lao looked at Zhao Xuewen again, and then asked: "Were your hands shaking just now?"

"Shake!" Zhao Xuewen lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and replied softly.

Zhao Xuewen didn't notice it when he was writing before. When Chang Lao said it just now, he paid attention while writing and found that he really couldn't hold the small brush in his hand firmly.

Seeing that he admitted it, Chang Lao continued: "Calligraphy is not something that can be achieved overnight. It requires persistent and diligent practice."

"Don't be anxious. As long as you use the right method, you will develop your wrist strength sooner or later."

"But I am obviously very strong!" Zhao Xuewen asked in confusion.

After hearing his doubts, Chang Lao laughed directly.

"You brat, what makes a pen powerful is not brute force. Brute force means tightness on the outside and looseness on the inside. If you hold the pen unsteadily and have trouble turning your wrist, of course you won't be able to write well."

"You need to use skillful energy when writing, and the focus of each stroke is very particular."

"Your foundation is still good. If you can use your strength reasonably, it will naturally fall into place!"

"Then is there any way to practice wrist strength?"

Zhao Xuewen is a perfectionist and he doesn't like to settle for anything, especially studying.

Seeing how impatient he was, Chang Lao secretly laughed in his heart. After all, he was too young and was a little eager to get things done!

"Didn't I just say that you should practice diligently and consistently?"

"but!"

Chang Lao's change of topic made Zhao Xuewen's heart immediately lift.

"There is a way to practice wrist strength, but it requires some hardship. Most people can't stand it!"

When he heard that there was a way, Zhao Xuewen immediately said: "I'm not afraid of hardship!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, Chang Lao admired it very much, but he didn't know if it was just a whim and whether he could stick to it.

But it's better to try than to back down.

Thinking of this, Chang Lao stopped beating around the bush and spoke directly.

"I have a pair of sandbags there, specially designed to be tied to my wrists."

"When I was young, I practiced calligraphy with a sandbag tied on it. If I persisted like this, I would naturally be faster than those who practice calligraphy normally."

Hearing this, Zhao Xuewen immediately raised his hands and saluted: "Thank you, Grandpa Chang, for teaching me. I will follow suit and practice."

"Since you're learning from me, don't call me Grandpa Chang anymore, call me teacher!"

Professor Jin and Song Xiuxiu were shocked when they heard that they could call teacher.

I originally thought that Chang Lao was reluctant to give Zhao Xuewen some advice because of Professor Jin's favor.

If you call me grandpa, then there is no master-disciple relationship, it is just the elder giving guidance to the younger one.

But now Chang Lao actually opened his mouth and asked Zhao Xuewen to call him "teacher". Although he did not accept him as a disciple, it was still a teacher-student relationship.

This means that Chang Lao will be responsible for Zhao Xuewen's calligraphy in the future.

In the future, Zhao Xuewen can also say that his teacher is Chang Tianyi Changlao.

Although Zhao Xuewen on the side didn't understand this, since Chang Lao asked him to shout, he naturally wouldn't hesitate.

"Thank you, teacher, for your teaching!"

Zhao Xuewen bowed respectfully again.

"I will send you the sandbags tomorrow, and I will come over every Sunday to teach you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Jin immediately retorted.

"I disagree!"

Chang Lao asked pretending to be puzzled: "Senior sister, you can't be so stingy, you don't even want to borrow a desk!"

Professor Jin glanced at him displeased and said, "The place at your home is much bigger than mine, so let's go to your home!"

Does this old guy think he doesn't know what he has in mind?

When Professor Jin thought of this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at him again.

Although he was clearly rejected, Chang Lao still said shamelessly: "My home is not close to here, and one of his children has to run back and forth every week. I really can't worry about it. For the sake of the flowers of the motherland, I decided to do it myself." come on!"

Seeing that Chang Lao had a good reason and Professor Jin was not stupid, he immediately said: "My humble apartment is small and there is really no extra space for you to attend classes. You should choose another place!"

After saying that, he pointed at Song Xiuxiu: "Her family lives in the front yard, so it's a good time to go to her house!"

Song Xiuxiu, who was watching the show, was suddenly called upon. Before she could answer, Chang Lao said impatiently.

"Her home is not good. I heard a lot of noise in front of me just now. It's really not suitable for quiet teaching!"

After saying that, he turned his back to Professor Jin and winked at Song Xiuxiu.

Anyone who didn't know the inside story would definitely not understand what Chang Lao meant, but Song Xiuxiu eavesdropped on their chat and naturally understood Chang Lao's intentions.

I originally wanted to help him, but then I thought that Professor Jin was not only his landlord, but also promised to help Yaya find a painting teacher.

After weighing the pros and cons, Song Xiuxiu chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb, adhering to the principle that doing more is worse than doing less.

Although Song Xiuxiu didn't speak, there was a "bang" in front of her at this moment, followed by the noise of several grown men.

Chang Lao quickly pointed outside and said as if grasping a life-saving straw.

"Do you hear me, schoolgirl? It's too noisy in front of you and it's really not suitable for class. I can only shamelessly borrow a desk from you."