章節 432: The softness in his palm (1)

To Bai Wenjing's surprise, the three children all sat up straight. Not only did they look at the calligraphy, but their mannerisms were enough to shock Bai Wenjing. Even though Xue bainian was only five years old, he mimicked his brother and sister's behavior. He sat upright in front of the table, the brush in his hand held straight. He lowered his head slightly and looked seriously at the flurried paper under his hand, carefully writing stroke by stroke.

Although the strokes were not very good at the beginning, under Xue Chang 'an's guidance, it became smoother and smoother.

As for Xue Xiaohua and Xue baijun, they had already started to practice their writing. Every stroke of their writing was very good, which made Bai Wenjing's face burn.

"How is wifey's writing?"