In the afternoon, Qianmai still circulates outside the gate of the art palace of Chinese calligraphy, without any ink.
As soon as Qianjia Grandpa came in, he poured himself a cup of herbal tea, and sat on a stool to read the medicine book. Ren Qianmai continued to practice petrochemical skills on the sidelines, neither speaking nor giving directions.
Time seemed to stand still, and the room was quiet, Latent Wheat even felt that the oxygen in the air had become less, but he didn't dare to speak first. Even she felt strange. This Qianjia grandpa didn't look fierce. Although his face was a little serious, he was a retired teacher and scholar, and his temper was mild. I saw him in my previous life and this life, but I was trembling like a mouse and a cat.
After Grandpa Qianjia turned five or six pages of the book, there was still nothing. Qianmai couldn't help sighing inwardly: "Grandpa, grandpa, you are a full man and you don't know how hungry you are, and you don't know if you are hungry when you sit. I have cramps in my calves when I stand, and my arms are numb when I raise my hands. I haven't spoken yet." I looked at the outside room and couldn't help secretly feeling lucky: "Fortunately, it's the inside room. Otherwise, people have seen this appearance, and they thought it was a fool."
Grandpa Qianjia seemed to smell the restlessness of Qianmai, and he swept over: "Stand up straight, my little finger is turned into an orchid."
"Oh." Qianmai quickly lowered his head and looked at it. It was true. The little finger was raised up somehow, and he didn't even feel it at all. No wonder the teacher always catches his classmates before he is killed. The teacher's eyes are bright and clear.
Then, there was silence again, and the rustle of turning over the book was heard again.
It wasn't until the sunlight in the courtyard outside the window disappeared that Qianjia's grandfather stood up and walked over to take the pen in Qianmai's hand. Hidden Wheat was relieved of the heavy duty, and he took a long sigh. The pen is so powerful, but that's it. Girl, I finally survived the dual torment of body and soul.
Grandpa Qianjia spoke: "Your elbows are not flat enough, and you tremble slightly. You have to continue practicing when you go back."
"Yes." No objection!
Grandpa Qianjia: "Your feet are still not stable enough.'Strong hands and waist, the roots are on the feet', give me a firm foothold. From now on, you will all write while standing."
"Yes." Absolutely obey!
Grandpa Qianjia: "Now, I will teach you how to use the pen. I'm optimistic, it mainly depends on the coordinated movement of the wrist, arm and fingers. Among them, the wrist is the most active..."
Qian Mai's eyes stared like a big eye bubble goldfish, staring at Qian's grandfather's hand and pen without blinking. I saw his fingers and wrists move flexibly, holding a pen in the air and making virtual gestures. It was very simple, as natural as holding chopsticks.
Next, it's time for Qianmai to draw a gourd in the same way. Frozen was the brush that had just been pasted in the hands of Qianjia's grandfather like chopsticks, and when it was in Qianmai's hands, it changed again and became a stubborn stubborn. Several fingers are working on their own, and they are not obedient and coordinated. Transporting a wrist, it turned ninety degrees, one hundred and eighty degrees. It made Qianmai sweat profusely and embarrassed, and he wished his left hand would step forward to help.
In the end, the Qianjia Grandpa rescued her and told her to go back to eat first and find her own kung fu to practice. He also took out two small things from his pocket and handed them to Qian Wheat.
Qianmai took it and took a look. It turned out to be two wrinkled walnuts. The frustration in his heart disappeared immediately, Qian Mai grinned with joy. Is this an award for yourself? This is the first prize she has received from Qianjia Grandpa in two lifetimes. Although she didn't like walnuts, the round shell was engraved with weather-beaten wrinkles, and it was smashed open with great effort. The nucleolus inside was like a brain full of grooves, and she got goose bumps when she thought about it. But at any rate, this thing is said to be very nutritious, and it is an out-and-out tonic. Now that grandpa has rewarded it, and I am tired from playing Bansu today, we can bear to close my eyes and eat, just to make up for it.
In this room, the grandfather Qianjia saw the smiling face of his granddaughter, and his heart was soft, but the child was simple and easy to satisfy. Then he spoke slowly: "This is not for you to eat. You take it back and rub it in your hands. Your hands are too stiff, you have to move around."
God, why my understanding is always not in line with others. Latent Wheat’s face was full of black lines, and his heart wailed: "Grandpa, can you not be so creative. Kneading walnuts can stimulate acupuncture points, keep your brain vigorous, and prevent Alzheimer’s. But it seems that I will still use it in another 30 years. No way."