Literary Girls Nurturing Program

Since Yuan Jia had just arrived, Li Bowang had brought Yuan Jia to familiarize himself with the environment from the very beginning. Most of the time, Du Ying and Li Xuecheng took turns to accompany Yuan Jia, conducting entertaining and educational activities with her. .

As for Li Boyue, after appearing at the family dinner welcoming Yuan Jia that day, he seemed to be invited to a foreign country for an academic seminar, and it seemed that he would not be able to return for about a month.

Even though Li Boyue left and there was no opportunity to communicate in detail, Yuan Jia still didn't feel that he was uncomfortable living here.I originally thought that it would be difficult for me to adapt to living in a strange family away from home for the first time in a strange city.But now I feel that time flies really fast.

After staying here for a day, Yuan Jia seemed to have been assimilated. Even if no one asked her to do anything, she could still find something she was interested in, and she could sit quietly and watch it for a while.When Li Bowang said that he wanted to take her to practice calligraphy together, it was not a joke, but he really took his tools and moved them to the low rectangular table outdoors for calligraphy practice. It happened that there were two such small tables, which was convenient. Yuan Jia used it.

Seeing that Yuan Jia was satisfied, Li Bowang was of course also happy.Turning around, he said to Yuan Jia: "You don't know, Le'an, actually, mom wants to install a new table for you, but my sister said that there are enough tables at home, and when a family of four can't use up two tables. , Placing another one will also destroy the pattern, and it is just right for you to come."

After all, it’s a small table in the courtyard, suitable for you to sit on a mat and practice calligraphy, and Li Xuecheng and the others don’t use this table very often. When they really need to use it, there are extra low tables in the warehouse, so they don’t need to put so many at any time. It also gets in the way outside.

Li Bowang first asked Yuan Jia whether he had no calligraphy skills or had practiced a little. Of course Yuan Jia had practiced with Wang Jia, so he honestly said that he had practiced calligraphy with his friends for a few days.

Li Bowang felt a little more relaxed when he heard it. In fact, he doesn't know how to teach calligraphy, and it's okay to practice calligraphy with others. If he was asked to say one, two, three, four, five, he could only say pills.

"How about Le'an write a few words for me first?" Li Bowang asked Yuan Jia to choose a side that he likes since both tables were laid out with the things that should be needed for calligraphy practice. What kind of font should I choose, so that I can find a suitable copybook for her to copy.

Of course Yuan Jia nodded and said yes. Although her handwriting was not pretty, it was definitely not ugly.

For a couple of minutes, Li Bowang watched Yuan Jia write. The handwriting looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.So touching his chin, he nodded meaningfully.

What he gave was plain rice paper without any grids, so it was not easy to write neatly and in regular sizes.Yuan Jia's handwriting was like flowers blooming all over the place. It could be seen that she was trying to control it, but she still couldn't control it, and some of the words were still crooked as expected.

Yuan Jia wrote "Gu Lang Yue Xing" which she had practiced for a while, and she only wrote the first four sentences, that's all, she was too embarrassed to keep writing it under Li Bowang's gaze, because it was really ugly.

Li Bowang didn't hit her, and said directly: "The writing is very good, you should not have practiced calligraphy for a long time. Who did you practice this font with? Has he taught you the basics?"

"It was taught by my good friend Wang Jia, and her font was taught by her teacher Mr. Weng Shu. Wang Jia taught me very carefully, including all the strokes. He also took me to practice calligraphy and taught me how to grasp the spatial pattern... It was my wife. You're so stupid, obviously Wang Jia hasn't studied for long, but the writing is really good..." Yuan Jia thought of Wang Jia's invitation to go climbing with him, but she refused without giving a plausible reason, and couldn't help feeling that he was This time I went too far.

Mostly because he knew that Wang Jia was kind to him, it was impossible for him to be really angry with Zi, so he concealed it from her and gave no reason.Sometimes people are arrogant because they are favored, and when facing people who treat them well, they always want to make more progress.

Sometimes Yuan Jia felt that he and Wang Jia talked too much. Although it was not something shameful, he would feel uncomfortable if he opened up all his secrets to one person, and there was nothing that belonged to him.

Wang Jia understood her mentality, so he didn't force her to tell him everything, but told her when she wanted to.For the rest, even if Yuan Jia didn't say anything, once something important happened, Yuan Jia couldn't hide it from Wang Jia.

Hearing Yuan Jia mention the name "Weng Shu", Li Bowang knew what copybook he should copy for Yuan Jia. "Wait, I'll go find the copybook, and I'll be back right away. If you want to write, just write, and you will improve if you practice more."

"Yeah." After Li Bowang entered, Yuan Jia gesticulated with a brush and wrote a lot of plausible things. Before Li Bowang came back, she put it aside again, so that Li Bowang would not see her random graffiti.

Li Bowang didn't care what Yuan Jia was doing, he gave Yuan Jia a "Weng Lingji Copybook", and then said that he could copy this copybook, and he went to the other side to compete with Yuan Jia who could write more words within two hours.

Practicing calligraphy is originally an activity to relax and cultivate oneself, but writing for two hours at a time can be regarded as exhausting for both of them.After writing these things, Li Bowang and Yuan Jia exchanged and looked at each other's words, and then picked out the best one, and Li Bowang posted it on the wall without saying a word.

Yuan Jia looked at his post-modernist painting, and felt the urge to hide his face and run away.But Li Bowang reassured her that she would be able to write very well soon, but she was leaving tomorrow, so I wanted to keep a small memory, so as not to miss him too much and not know what to read.Yuan Jia thought that what he said seemed to make sense, so he didn't want to tear up the ugly words.Just remembering that Li Xuecheng will entertain those reporters in the hotel tonight and introduce her to everyone, I feel very nervous.

Originally, I didn't feel uncomfortable when I was playing, writing and reading with Li Bowang, but now that I'm quiet, I feel more and more anxious.

But Li Bowang didn't forget his job, and comforted Yuan Jia, telling her to just listen to what Li Xuecheng and Du Ying had to say.This was just announcing a fact. According to Li Bowang's guess, it was very likely that Li Xuecheng would not let Yuan Jia deal with these reporters too much. At most, he would let her introduce herself and let him drink a cup of respecting teacher tea in person.

After listening to Li Bowang's comfort, Yuan Jia felt a little relieved.And at this time, it happened to be the time for him to have a heart-to-heart talk with Li Xuecheng.

Li Bowang said that it was time for him to do his homework, and now it was time for Yuan Jia to go to Li Xuecheng for extra lessons.Yuan Jia, who had no alliance, went to Li Xuecheng's study without any entanglement. Du Ying was going to bring tea in. Seeing Yuan Jia, he happily gave Yuan Jia all the tea trays and asked her to bring them in.

Knocking on the door lightly, Yuan Jia entered the study after getting the answer.Gently placing the saucer on the corner of the desk, Li Xuecheng nodded when he saw Yuan Jia.

Yuan Jia obediently poured a cup of tea for his teacher, Li Xuecheng took it nonchalantly, asked Yuan Jia to pour tea for himself, and then took a couple of sips, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Only then did Yuan Jia realize that Li Xuecheng was writing something like a reading note, and the book that was opened next to it was Ge Qing's new aesthetic theory published some time ago.

"Reading is something that can be said to be of interest. For us, reading is a regular career and our passion, so we have no way to throw away these books." Li Xuecheng smiled when Yuan Jia noticed his books Putting down his teacup, he asked, "What book did Bowang take you to read this day?"

Originally, there was only a short three-day vacation. Although it is impossible to read a lot of books in this kind of time, it is not impossible to read a book—even if Yuan Jia arrived here, until now it is only a few days. I stayed for one day, and tomorrow I have to leave early to prepare to go back to class.And tonight, when he formally introduced Yuan Jia to everyone, he only asked such questions.This made Yuan Jia somewhat at a loss as to how to answer.

Yuan Jia tilted his head, thought for a while, and said, "Bo Wang has been watching "Historical Records" recently, and followed him to read a little bit."

"Very good book." Li Xuecheng thought about Li Bowang's book list. In fact, Li Bowang should have finished reading a book like "Historical Records", but now he found out that Li Xuecheng did not know what he wanted to do. "Is it interesting?"

When asked whether it was interesting or not, Yuan Jia himself felt uncomfortable answering.Because although the language used in "Historical Records" is quite easy to understand and highly readable, Yuan Jia himself always feels heavy and uncomfortable about such historical events.

The literary value of "Historical Records" is unquestionable, and there is also a sense of pleasure, but at this time, Yuan Jia still can't explain why his inner emotions towards such a book are so complicated. Happy, why can't I say "interesting" when facing Li Xuecheng?

Li Xuecheng didn't wait for the answer, so he looked at Yuan Jia, carefully appreciated the tangled expression of his little disciple, and then said: "Sui Han, after knowing the pines and cypresses will wither. It's good not to lie, but in front of me, There's really nothing to say."

Encouraged, Yuan Jia murmured: "The story is interesting, but historical facts and stories are too unpredictable. Compared with other schools of thought, there are many differences. What we get from it is the story or the truth. So, I don't know the truth. Is it fun or not."

"That's a good idea." Li Xuecheng didn't criticize Yuan Jia. If you put these thoughts in front of some scholars, you will probably get an answer that Sima Qian was closer to the time when the incident happened than them, so we have no way to comment on the authenticity of this.What Yuan Jia said was meaningless, but Li Xuecheng also thought about this problem. He is a scholar, but he is not a master of history, so he just said "good idea".

Yuan Jia waited for a long time without waiting for Li Xuecheng's next sentence, so he couldn't help but feel even more anxious, and asked cautiously, "Teacher, isn't this idea correct?"

"Many people have asked your question, and we don't have a perfect answer. History is composed of documents, legends, and relics. If you want to perfectly know what happened in the past and what is real, these events Is the recorded time correct? Our technology is not that powerful. It’s just that what we know now is what we see with our eyes. “Historical Records” has been criticized a lot, since its birth Controversy, I can't give you an accurate answer. But as a person who studies literature, "Historical Records" is interesting, and for anyone who studies this aspect, it is also interesting, this is my answer." Li Xuecheng seriously He explained to Yuan Jia why he answered like that.

"The composition of learning is learning and asking, Le'an. There is no right or wrong in learning, only the difference between asking or not asking, solving or not solving. Many things are ambiguous, and the standard of your study and judgment is not set by me, but by you. Rely on yourself, and I'm just your reference. That's all." Li Xuecheng clearly stated his expectations for Yuan Jia, and he didn't want Yuan Jia to shake himself because of his existence.Asking questions always seems to be cautious, and you have to ask his opinion on everything, so what you accept is not a disciple, but just a respondent.

Yuan Jia looked at Li Xuecheng half-understood, Li Xuecheng touched Yuan Jia's head, and said, "I am your teacher, but I am not your rule. I am a human being, and teachers can make mistakes, and I am the leader in everything." Yes, then you will lose your autonomy. And when I am old and confused, I can't take care of you. If you make a mistake in academics, you don't need to cover it up, just face it, because sophistry is the last thing to do. I just I hope you can go further than me."

Li Xuecheng looked at Yuan Jia, his eyes were so bright and deep, as if he could see the endless past and future through his eyes, Yuan Jia deeply felt Li Xuecheng's expectation and love for her, and his confidence in his "learning" path was More enough.

It's just that night has come quietly.