Zhou Xiaoyun’s Happy Life

Chapter 25 March towards the versatile and beautiful girl

 Zhou Xiaoyun turned around in surprise: "Teacher Fang, you agreed. That's great!"

Fang Wenchao smiled and said: "You are too young, it will be very difficult to learn the accordion, and your arms are not long enough to reach all the keys. The accordion is so heavy that you can't even lift it. Let me teach you how to play the harmonica first. Wait until you can play the harmonica before learning the accordion. I also started with the harmonica.”

As Fang Wenchao spoke, he took out a harmonica from the drawer of the table. This harmonica was dark red and about twenty centimeters long. It was nice and light in his hand: "I have used this harmonica before, for many years. They are all worn out, so I will give them to you for daily practice.”

Having said this, Fang Wenchao’s eyes looking at the harmonica are full of love and nostalgia, and it can be seen that it is his favorite thing. Zhou Xiaoyun couldn't help but be overjoyed to see Fang Wenchao being so generous, and determined to practice well to live up to Teacher Fang's wishes.

Since then, Zhou Xiaoyun has gone to Fang Wenchao’s dormitory for half an hour after school every day. She discovered another advantage in Fang Wenchao: he was very patient. No matter how she performed, he always praised her encouragingly.

Zhou Xiaoyun sometimes played so poorly that she couldn't listen to it, but Fang Wenchao still took the trouble to teach her to play again. With such careful teaching and careful study, Zhou Xiaoyun will soon be able to play simple tunes.

Zhou Xiaoyun is very well-behaved and doesn't dare to take up too much of Fang Wenchao's time. He leaves automatically after half an hour every day. He also cleans Fang Wenchao's dormitory from time to time.

Fang Wenchao couldn't help but look at this clever girl with increasing admiration. Coupled with Zhou Xiaoyun's seriousness in learning and practicing hard every day while herding ducks, Fang Wenchao made rapid progress. Fang Wenchao started teaching harmonica because he couldn't bear to refuse the child's request. I got up, thinking that I might not be able to teach a good seedling.

Wu Mei asked Zhou Xiaoyun why he went to see Teacher Fang every day after school. Zhou Xiaoyun made an excuse and said that he helped Teacher Fang correct his homework to send her away. When Wu Mei thought about the possibility that Zhou Xiaoyun was the best in the class, she stopped asking and left with Wang Jingjing first after school every day.

 Zhou Xiaoyun responded to the inquiry about his parents with the same reason.

 Father and mother of Zhou saw that Zhou Xiaoyun took good care of his life, so they paid less and less attention to Zhou Xiaoyun's affairs. Later, even when he saw her coming home after dark, he didn't ask her what she was doing, which saved Zhou Xiaoyun a lot of trouble.

 Zhou Xiaoyun did not forget to practice pencil calligraphy while studying the harmonica. Now that he is too young to learn pen calligraphy, he wants to practice pencil calligraphy first to lay a solid foundation and then practice pen calligraphy and brush calligraphy when he is older.

Zhou Xiaoyun has always deeply regretted that his calligraphy was more delicate than beautiful in his previous life. In this life, of course, he must practice good calligraphy at a young age.

As for the teacher, hey, isn’t there a ready-made Teacher Fang in front of you?

　　A beautiful block-character poem written by Fang Wenchao, with strong and powerful strokes. Zhou Xiaoyun, no matter how ignorant he is, can tell that Fang Wenchao has put a lot of effort into writing.

 The quality of the teachers who graduated from the normal school in those days was very good. They knew all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and they were good at playing, playing and singing.

Fang Wenchao was a well-known talent in normal school. He could play the accordion and write well in Mandarin, so he could be an announcer.

If it weren't for the fact that Xingwang Primary School was in short supply of regular teachers who had graduated from normal schools, the principal would have gone to the county for a long time. He would not be assigned to this rural primary school.

 Zhou Xiaoyun met Fang Wenchao by accident. It must be said that it was her luck.

 Zhou Xiaoyun was embarrassed and asked Fang Wenchao to teach her how to practice calligraphy. Every now and then, she wrote a character with a pencil and asked Fang Wenchao for advice. Fang Wenchao, who was a good teacher but had no scheming ideas, gave him enthusiastic guidance a few times and then slowly came back to his senses. The emotional girl had another idea on his head.

Fang Wenchao looked at the serious little girl in front of him, who was pretending to be asking the teacher questions modestly, and felt dumbfounded for a moment. Where does this kid come from with so many crooked intestines? If he wants to learn, just say no.

“Teacher Fang, look, this is a new word I wrote silently after class. Can you check it for me?” Zhou Xiaoyun pretended to be a good student with an open mind and showed the written words to Fang Wenchao.

Fang Wenchao took a look and found that Zhou Xiaoyun's handwriting had improved a lot under the unintentional guidance of the previous few times. It was neat and beautiful and even had a bit of sharpness. If he didn't say it, who would know that this was written by a first-grade child?

“Your writing is much better than the previous ones, but there are still some mistakes...”

Fang Wenchao pointed out a few things that were not in place. Zhou Xiaoyun listened with interest and secretly remembered what he said. After he finished speaking, he consciously went back to the table to rewrite.

Fang Wenchao looked at Zhou Xiaoyun who was practicing calligraphy with his head down, and felt a softness in his heart. What teacher wouldn't like such a girl? Let’s teach her how to practice calligraphy in the future!

Wang Jingjing rushed out of the classroom to play as soon as class was over. When she returned to the classroom sweating profusely, she saw that Zhou Xiaoyun was still sitting in his seat writing. She felt puzzled: "Zhou Xiaoyun, why don't you go out to play after class? Are you here? What to write?"

Zhou Xiaoyun smiled and did not stop writing: "I am practicing writing."

"What? You still practice writing? Your handwriting is much more beautiful than the classmates in our class. Why do you still need to practice? Stop writing. It's so annoying to write every day. Let's go out and play together. How about we go to jump rubber bands? "Wang Jingjing suggested, it's winter, rubber band jumping is a favorite among girls.

Zhou Xiaoyun refused to go: "You go ahead, I will write for a while."

 Wang Jingjing was a little angry: "You are really, I asked you to go out to play with good intentions and you ignored me. Even if you study, you have to take a rest. Can't you come in and write after playing?"

Looking at Wang Jingjing's cute pouting look, Zhou Xiaoyun put down the pen helplessly, knowing that if he didn't agree, he would make someone angry: "Okay, let's go, let's go, don't be angry, I'll walk now."

Wang Jingjing turned from anger to laughter, and Zhou Xiaoyun was stunned by the rapid change of mood. She took Zhou Xiaoyun out to jump rubber bands.

 (End of this chapter)