After Transmigrating Into a Novel, She Become the Opposing Character’s Mother

However, what made Bai Wenjing unexpected was that the three children were all upright, not to mention how they were written in the brush, only this posture surprised Bai Wenjing. Especially Xue Bainian, even if he is only five years old, he still learns the appearance of his elder brother and sister, sitting upright in front of the case, holding the brush straight in his hand, slightly lowering his head and carefully looking at the raw paper under his hand. , Carefully write strokes one by one.

Although the strokes were not very good at the beginning, under the guidance of Xue Changan, it became more and more smooth.

As for Xue Xiaohua and Xue Bojun, they have already begun to practice handwriting. The strokes of the strokes are already alike, which makes Bai Wenjing's face a little hot.

"How did the lady write?"

Xue Changan asked in a soft voice, Bai Wenjing moved her body to block the raw paper behind her, and smiled awkwardly: "It's nothing, you teach them a few first. I'm not in a hurry. I won't get the top pick, nor do I need to marry a top pick. , You can pay attention to them."

In fact, Xue Changan had already seen Bai Wenjing's move just now.

The appearance of Bai Wenjing's anger just now was very cute in Xue Changan's eyes. He pouted and wanted to throw a pen, but it didn't happen well. He only had to put the pen aside secretly, and in the end he still had to be a mother. The demeanor that a person should have, this move makes him feel cute.

"Some of their tasks have been set up, each with three pages. Lady, let me see what you wrote."

"do not want."

Bai Wenjing continued to take a step back, with a very low voice, and took the opportunity to touch his hand on the raw edged paper on the table, and then carefully grasped it into the palm of his hand a little bit.

When Xue Changan came to see it again, there was no paper on the felt.

"What? The lady is still afraid that I will read it? I have finished looking through the books in the store these days. What about the lady's words..."

"Don't say it, don't say it."

Bai Wenjing's face was already flushed red, and she hurriedly reached out to cover Xue Changan's mouth, and then said: "The three children are still there, can't you save me some face?"

"Stupid lady."

Xue Changan stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of Bai Wenjing’s nose, and then whispered: “It’s pretty good for the lady to write something like this. The lady has never been to school before, and now she can learn so many characters, all she has accumulated in her daily life. As a result, in my opinion, the lady who can write these words is already top-notch smart. If the lady is a male body and there are family members for reading, she will definitely not be under me."

In fact, Bai Wenjing was still a bit unconvinced. She was a high-achieving student in the 21st century and could not write in ancient Chinese characters. It was indeed embarrassing, but compared to Xue Changan, she could vowed to speak more than he knew.

Just writing calligraphy with brush is indeed not what she is good at.

So Bai Wenjing glanced at Xue Changan, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "You know. Since I don’t know how to write yet, don’t you hurry up and teach me? When the business gets bigger, people will come to ask who will keep this account book. Yes, you said it was your wife, how embarrassed."

"But the 10,000 yuan family property is also earned by the lady."

Bai Wenjing couldn't help but sneered: "According to you, you still eat soft rice?"

"Lady's soft rice, no matter how you eat it."

Xue Changan leaned closer, and his hands were already dishonestly around her waist.

"The kid is watching."

Bai Wenjing gave him a push, and Xue Changan said, "They can't see, come, I will teach you how to write."

She reached out and grabbed the brush, and dragged her hand up with the other hand, and taught her the brush and the writing posture.

That wide hand covered the back of her hand in this way, and the rough cocoon was a bit thick, and it hurt a bit when pierced on the back of her hand, but it also made her especially nostalgic.

She knew that these hands were the hands of martial arts practitioners, and they were also the hands of chopping wood and picking axe at home. They were warm hands that belonged to a man.

So when she was covered by this hand again, Bai Wenjing felt that this man had wrapped her up the softest part of her heart so carefully, filling her heart with a feeling of happiness.

Xue Changan lowered his head, and the softness between his palms was precisely his lady’s petite Qianqian hands. He did not dare to use too much force for fear of hurting this little hand, but he was afraid that his strength would be too light and let him She couldn't hold the pen, couldn't write vigorous and powerful fonts.

Just next to her at such a close distance, Xue Changan could smell the faint fragrance of flowers from this woman's body, making him intoxicated.

"Do you want me to start with writing strokes?"

Seeing Xue Changan holding her hand for a long time without writing, Bai Wenjing couldn't help but ask, but this time the distance between her lips and lips suddenly approached, causing Bai Wenjing's face to become hot, and she hurriedly turned her head back. Asked again: "Miangong, but do you want to write the strokes first?"

"Well, let's start with the strokes."

Xue Changan retracted his thoughts, squeezed the little hand in one hand, and took the opportunity to hold her waist with the other hand, teaching the woman to write with strokes.

Gradually, Bai Wenjing could also comprehend how to use the brush in her hand, but the hand holding her hand to write the calligraphy of the brush, but she couldn't bear to let it go.

After almost practicing half a piece of paper, Bai Wenjing couldn't help but reminded softly: "Okay, let me try it myself."

"okay."

Xue Changan let go, showing the look that only Master Yan had, staring at the pen in Bai Wenjing's hand earnestly, and then taught her to practice.

After finishing the strokes on a piece of paper, Bai Wenjing felt even more that the brush in her hand slipped smoothly, and couldn't help but sigh: "Look carefully, this brush calligraphy is not too difficult to learn."

After that, I got to Xue Changan's side and asked, "Msang-gong, do I write better than those of them?"

Xue Changan also carefully looked at the words written by Xue Baijun and pointed at Xue Baijun's words and said: "Compared with Bai Jun, you are still far behind. Bai Jun has made great progress today, and what Banian wrote is also very good. good."

Seeing that her father didn't mention her, Xue Xiaohua hurriedly asked: "Then father, what about me?"

"You."

Xue Changan glanced at Xue Xiaohua, and then at Bai Wenjing: "You are like your mother, practice hard, and you must write better than mine."

Bai Wenjing knew that it seemed that the practice today was not enough to satisfy Xue Changan, so she looked back and saw that she really didn't write very well, and secretly made up her mind to practice harder tomorrow.

"Okay, that's all for today's homework, you guys hurry up to wash and sleep."

As Xue Changan said, the little guys all looked relieved and ran to get some water. As usual, Xue Changan opened the water to Bai Wenjing and washed them. Just when the two were about to go back to the room to rest, they saw Xue Bainian ran in from outside, opened the bedding, and got in.

Seeing this situation, Bai Wenjing immediately asked, "Bainian, what are you doing?"