Huangmei Opera?"

Wang Xiaobao looked at the TV curiously.

The next second, the voice of the classic song "Tianxian Match" fell to his ears.

"The birds on the tree are in pairs~"

"Green water and green mountains bring a smile~"

"I will no longer suffer from that slavery~"

"The husband and wife both return the home."

"..."

I saw on the TV, two actors in costumes were singing melodiously.

Wang Xiaobao was petrified in an instant.

"Uncle, I don't want to see this!"

"Sing and sing, what's so beautiful."

"Let's get another one, shall we?

"no!"

Shen Lang shook his head.

"Must see this."

"Then I won't watch TV!"

Wang Xiaobao said immediately.

"I want to listen to music!"

"no!"

"If a man speaks a word, he can't chase after him!"

"If you say watching TV, you must watch TV!"

"And today you not only read it, but also memorize it."

"Feel the charm of Huangmei Opera!"

"I do not!"

Wang Xiaobao shouted.

"What are you?"

Shen Lang stood up directly and took the small leather whip that the system rewarded.

The shiny black little leather whip flicked gently.

In an instant, the sound of breaking wind rang out.

"As a Chinese, what I like most is the quintessential culture."

"As soon as I see people who don't want to see the quintessence of the country, they don't even like the quintessence of the country!"

"My heart will be very unhappy."

"When I'm not happy, my hands get itchy."

"You're going to watch it honestly."

"Or do you plan to try my new little whip and have a good time with me?"

His grandfather's!

This Shen Lang is indeed not a human being, but a devil!

Wang Xiaobao's face instantly turned green.

Once the whip goes down, can his ass be saved?

"Uncle, I mean I don't, it's impossible not to watch..."

"I'll see, I'll see..."

"It's almost there, look!"

"..."

After listening to two Huangmei operas, Wang Xiaobao's head felt like a hornet's nest.

It all started buzzing!

He never dreamed that watching TV would have such an unfolding!

Even if you watch the play, you still let him recite the lyrics?

This...is this one and a half a while, can it be finished by memorization?

Now he just wants to find a piece of tofu and kill himself!

After listening to the song with a sad face, Wang Xiaobao hurriedly said.

"Uncle, I've seen enough TV, I don't want to."

"I, I want to go back and copy ancient poems."

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground..."

"These lines of poetry are not seen in a day, like every three autumns!"

"Please, I want to go back and copy ancient poems now!"

Hearing this, Lin Jiayao and Qin Baoer, who were on the side, couldn't help but laugh.

"Uncle, it seems that your education is still very effective!"

"That's right, in such a short time, Xiaobao has learned so many ancient poems."

"I'll be very happy when my aunt comes back."

Even Wang Xiaoyu showed a smile.

"My brother is still very smart."

"Write and practice a few times, and you will soon be able to remember."

Remember shit!

Wang Xiaobao gritted his teeth in his heart.

He was almost tortured to death!

wait until mom comes back...

He must tell all these things at the first time!

But on the lips, he still nodded obediently.

"I just want to copy ancient poems, uncle, I beg you..."

Hearing this, Shen Lang's eyes narrowed.

With a bright smile.

"Since Xiaobao said so, let's wait for Huangmei Opera."

"Let's go back and copy ancient poems."

"it is good!"

"Thank you uncle!"

Wang Xiaobao nodded with tears in his eyes.

・・・・・

Back in the bedroom, Wang Xiaobao didn't need Shen Lang to urge him.

He hurriedly sat in a chair, lowered his head and began to copy.

At this moment, Wang Xiaobao felt it for the first time.

It turns out that copying poems is such a joy!

But before he was happy for a few seconds, his smile suddenly froze.

"Huh? There seems to be something wrong."

I saw Shen Lang suddenly frowned and said.

"...Ah? Uncle, I, I copied it right."

Wang Xiaobao swallowed his saliva, a little frightened.

"No, I mean your tools are wrong!"

Shen Lang's heart moved.

"···tool?"

Wang Xiaobao was a little confused, and for some reason, he had some bad premonitions in his heart!

Lin Jiayao and the others on the side were also a little puzzled.

"Uncle, what are you talking about?"

"Isn't copywriting just pen and paper?"

"Little treasure, come, give me the tablet."

Shen Lang didn't answer immediately, but lowered his head and searched the tablet.

A few seconds later, he clicked on a video and put it in front of Wang Xiaobao.

"Celestial calligraphy, the current font types include seal, clerical, regular, line, cursive..."

With a soft voice of explanation.

A master holds various styles of brushes on the thin rice paper.

He wrote a beautiful poem.

The shape is very natural.

Wang Xiaobao was stunned when he saw it.

"Uncle, this... this is so handsome!"

"That's right!"

Shen Lang smiled brightly.

"This is also one of the national quintessence of the Celestial Dynasty, calligraphy!"

"Jia Yao, did your school have a calligraphy class for a while before?"

"Put out all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone left at home!"

After a few minutes, Lin Jiayao put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Wang Xiaobao was dumbfounded.

"Uncle... this, what is this for?"

"Don't you like calligraphy?"

Shen Lang smiled brightly.

"It just so happens that you want to copy ancient poems, just right, let's practice calligraphy together!"

"That's a good idea!"

Lin Jiayao and Qin Baoer on the side, their eyes suddenly lit up.

"You can be familiar with ancient poetry and practice calligraphy."

"It's not uncle, why didn't I think of it?"

Wang Xiaobao regretted it.

If he had known this earlier, he might as well watch the Huangmei Opera!

This f*ck, copying ancient poems with a brush, it's really a shame the other party can think of it!

"Uncle, I don't think calligraphy is handsome!"

"Let me use a pen, please."

"no!"

Shen Lang's eyes widened.

"What did I just say?"

"A man and a man, once a word is out, it is hard to chase after a horse!"

"If you like calligraphy, you must practice hard."

"Hurry up, grind the brush and write for me!"

"me···"

Wang Xiaobao was even more broken down.

"Uncle, I can't!"

"Look at the tablet!"

Shen Lang opened an explanation video and put it in front of Wang Xiaobao.

The usage of pen, ink, paper and inkstone is explained very clearly in it.

After reading it, Shen Lang said.

"Will it be?"

"Come on, the first step, research ink!"

"let's start!"

Open your sister!

Wang Xiaobao was about to cry.

But look at the little leather whip in Shen Lang's hand.

He could only grit his teeth and grind them one by one.

The next second, his little face suddenly became very frightened.

I saw Shen Lang pointed to the pen on the table to wash the dishes and said.

"Jia Yao, isn't this pen-washing container a little too small?"

"What calligraphy needs most is a lot of practice."

"Then... Uncle, let me get a cup?"

"Not enough cups!"

Shen Lang smiled brightly and happily.

"Have you heard the story of Wang Xizhi washing the inkstone pond?"

"In order to practice calligraphy well, they dyed the pool at the door into ink pools."

"This kind of spirit of the ancients, let Xiaobao learn it!"

Then, Shen Lang waved his hand and said.

"Bring me the biggest foot basin in the house!"

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