"Practice my name first, and then practice yours." Wei Zhiqian said.
"Why don't you practice mine first? Mine is just two words, simpler." Tan Mo asked again.
Wei Zhiqian: "..."
Who said this little girl is well-behaved
Not obedient at all!
"No matter what you do, you can't give up just because it's difficult. Choosing the easy one is equivalent to admitting defeat. It's just because my name is difficult. Once you have practiced it, you can practice other things and it will be much easier." Wei Zhiqian put the pen into Tan Mo's hand. Here, "Don't talk nonsense, practice quickly!"
Tan Mo: "..."
I believe your ghost.
Helpless, Tan Mo had no choice but to practice obediently.
Wei Zhiqian looked at it with satisfaction and wanted to go back and wait for Tan Mo to write it. The Tan brothers discovered that the best character Tan Mo wrote was his name, and they stomped their feet in anger
As I continued practicing Tan Mo, I felt a little bored and tired, and my wrists and fingers ached.
She quietly put down the pen, shook her hands, and rubbed her face again.
Turning around to see Wei Zhiqian engrossed in his studies, Tan Mo realized that he had not observed Wei Zhiqian particularly carefully.
The skin of young people is really good, so fine that you can’t even see the pores.
When he lowered his head to read, his eyes were slightly lowered, and his eyelashes were lightly covered, long and dense.
Tan Mo thought to himself, no wonder Qin Murong was so obsessed with Wei Zhiqian.
As the next head of the Wei family, Wei Zhiqian is a rare and outstanding person. The key is that he is so good-looking and unparalleled in handsomeness.
It is the best proof of the word "talent and appearance".
This young man has all the advantages in one body. I wonder what kind of style he will have when he grows up.
"What are you looking at?" Wei Zhiqian reached out and tapped her on the forehead.
It was so light that Tan Mo didn't feel any pain at all, but he still said "Ouch" and rubbed his forehead pretending to be hit in pain.
His fingers quietly used a little strength to rub the place where Wei Zhiqian had just hit it red.
The ones that were not red originally were all rubbed by her herself.
"Uncle, why are you knocking me?" Tan Mo's aggrieved eyes were watery, and she put down her hand, letting Wei Zhiqian see the red on her forehead.
"I didn't use any strength, so I just touched it. Why is it so red?" Wei Zhiqian frowned, walked around Tan Mo, and saw that Tan Mo's forehead was really red.
It's like a small piece of plum blossom juice smeared on the snow.
Wei Zhiqian thought to himself, is a child's skin so tender
Tan Mo pouted, let's see if you dare to knock me again in the future.
No matter how hard you try!
She used this method to make her master carefully touch her petals every day, but he didn't dare to use any strength.
"Is it very red?" Tan Mo raised his hand to touch it.
Wei Zhiqian stopped him: "Stop touching."
I'm afraid it will hurt if she touches it.
Seeing Tan Mo's watery eyes, Wei Zhiqian regretted it. He would have stopped knocking if he had known better.
Unexpectedly, Tan Mo not only looks like a porcelain doll, but also looks like a porcelain doll and cannot be touched.
"Push for me." Tan Mo pointed to his red forehead, "Every time I knock, my parents and brothers take turns to purr me."
Wei Zhiqian: "..."
He simply had no time to think about this scene.
What kind of pampered life did Tan Mo live at home
"Hurry up." Tan Mo urged.
Wei Zhiqian had no choice but to lower his head and blow gently on the red area of her forehead.
"Blow gently." Tan Mo narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.
One of the tea arts of the ancestors of green tea, you will hold me in your hands from now on and never dare to make mistakes again!
Wei Zhiqian: "..."
Wei Zhiqian was tired from playing, and seeing that her forehead was no longer red, he began to settle accounts: "You didn't practice calligraphy just now, why were you so dazed?"
Tan Mo: "..."
"My wrist is sore." Tan Mo raised his right hand again and showed it to Wei Zhiqian, "Look, the place where you hold the pen is sore."
Wei Zhiqian looked at the side of the first knuckle of her middle finger. It was indeed red from the pen rub, and the skin was even a little wrinkled, threatening to cause blisters.
"The more you write, the harder it will be and it won't wear out." Wei Zhiqian said, "Since I have decided to skip a grade, how can I not withstand even this little difficulty?"
"I can stand it." Tan Mo said immediately, "But my wrist is sore, uncle, rub it."
Wei Zhiqian: "..."
Why is this little girl so squeamish
Moreover, she just practiced calligraphy, so why did she get all the ink on her hands
Her little hands are not big, white and tender, and now they look like little flower hands.
This area and that area above are all covered with ink.
"That's it for today. Let's wash our hands first." Wei Zhiqian carried Tan Mo to the bathroom in the study and washed all the ink on her hands.
On the way to Tan Mo's home, he rubbed the delicate little girl's wrist again.
On the way back from sending Tan Mo off, Wei Zhiqian sighed again.
How on earth did Tan Jia pamper Tan Mo and be so coquettish.
*
Because of the Qin Murong sisters' temporary "forbearance", this semester, except for some commotion on the first day of school, passed very peacefully.
It was time for the final exam of this semester. Whether she was a mule or a horse would depend on how well she and Wei Zhiqian studied.
Although he was very confident, it did not affect Tan Mo's emphasis on this exam.
Wei Zhiqian didn't let her skip too many levels at once.
I only jumped from first grade to third grade.
Therefore, the test papers are also for the third grade.
But because she didn't tell anyone that she was going to skip a grade, no one except Wei Zhiqian knew about it.
So Tan Mo is still in the current class, taking the exam with his classmates.
It’s just that the other students took the first-grade test papers, and only she took the third-grade test papers.
Tan Mo had already prepared his signature pen, mechanical pencil, eraser, and mechanical pencil lead.
In the first grade, she still used pencil to answer questions, but when she took the exam in the third grade, the Chinese test was changed to a signature pen.
Fortunately, she had practiced pen calligraphy with Wei Zhiqian for a semester. Although the writing was not beautiful, it was at least very neat.
Especially for a six-year-old child, it is already rare.
After all, most children are still writing with pencils at this time, and their writing is not very beautiful.
This shows the effect of Wei Zhiqian's usual insistence on letting Tan Mo practice calligraphy with a pen.
Writing with a fountain pen is much more difficult than using a rollerball pen.
After Tan Mo got used to writing with a pen, he switched to a signature pen during the exam, which immediately made him feel much more relaxed.
To be sure, Tan Mo came to school early.
When she arrived, there was no one in the classroom.
After a while, a few classmates came here and there.
At this time, a female classmate named Li Xingyun in the class came in with a schoolbag on her back and said to Tan Mo, "Tan Mo, I just met Qin Muye. She asked me to call you for help, and she won't come over."