The Notre Dame system is arrogant again

Chapter 99 Little Kid Inscription

Your pens are all brushes. When she was a primary school student, she came with tracing red. Later, not to mention brushes, even fountain pens were rarely used.

If she didn't like to draw a few strokes, she wouldn't have had the chance to hold a pen at all, she was a complete keyboard player and mobile phone player.

Ugh!
If she had known that she would travel through ancient times, she would have learned calligraphy from birth!

It's torn again, this paper is too torn!
A pencil tip would be nice too.

Zhang Xiaohua was so depressed, she thought, should I use charcoal, no way, that thing stays on the paper for too short a time, and it is easy to smear, besides, what she wants is thin lines, which charcoal can't do.

"Tell me what you want to draw, and I can draw it too." Duan Yu said.

It's great that Ugly doesn't know how to use a pen. Ask him to help him know what Ugly draws.

"You can not."

Zhang Xiaohua still didn't let go.

"Hmph, I don't care too much!"

Duan Yu saw that Zhang Xiaohua kept pricking the paper and would beg him sooner or later, so he went to the side and waited.

Zhang Xiaohua worked for a while, and when she saw the other end of the awl, she had a thought, and turned the awl upside down, and it was much better, at least the paper would not be torn, but the line was a bit thick.

It doesn't matter, so be it, anyway, what she draws is not a work of art, just passable.

After experimenting with the pen, she borrowed needlework, scissors and other things from the waiter in the shop, cut the paper into the size of a comic book, and bound it into four booklets.

The booklet is a bit thin, about twenty pages, not too many, too many will exhaust her.

After finishing, carefully mark the numbers such as 1, 2, 3, etc. at the bottom of each page.

This is the page number, which is also her trademark.

After finishing these, call Duan Yu and ask him to write a few words on the first page.

Leave the cover blank.

"Write what?"

Duan Yu wanted to be reserved, but couldn't help being too curious, so Zhang Xiaohua agreed as soon as he said it.

Zhang Xiaohua wrote four words on the table with ink on the other end of the awl.

This place uses traditional characters, but fortunately she knows how to write these four characters in traditional characters.

Duan Yu glanced at it, and didn't quite understand what it meant, but it couldn't stop his enthusiasm. Sitting there, his small body was holding a pen dipped in ink, which looked very decent.

"Come out and write at your best level."

Zhang Xiaohua looked at the little guy's appearance, she was so rare, she couldn't help being motherly, she stroked his head and encouraged him gently.

It's a pity that the little guy still doesn't know what tenderness is, but he just feels that Zhang Xiaohua's voice and movements make him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Don't disturb me!" he said harshly.

Maternity disappeared immediately, and Zhang Xiaohua returned to her ugly, pissed-off look, humming:
"Write well, if you don't write well, you will be sold!"

This time Duan Yu felt comfortable, picked up the pen and finished writing on the paper, put down the pen, and admired himself for a while, thinking that this is the best four words he has ever written, and he is very proud.

"How about it?"

"It's okay, so-so."

Although Zhang Xiaohua said so, she was happy in her heart, the little guy wrote really well.

Although she doesn't understand, it doesn't affect her tasting.

"Come on, here are three more booklets, we need to use the same form, and also, they all need to be at this level."

After being affirmed, Duan Yu wrote more vigorously and finished it soon.

"What else are you writing?"

Is this writing addiction?

Zhang Xiaohua looked at him, then looked at the pamphlet, feeling bad, and wrote two symbols on the table with ink.

"Write this at the bottom of the words, at this position. By the way, you have to write it in a more attractive and unique way. This is probably out of print. Out of print, do you understand that it has collection value and is worth thousands of dollars!"

Duan Yu rolled his eyes.

"Liar! It's worth a thousand gold for just such a small booklet!"

But even though he said so on the lips, it was very useful in his heart, after all, it was written by him.

Seriously looking at the two weird symbols written by Zhang Xiaohua, thinking about how to write them in a good-looking and distinctive way.

I wrote it on the table several times until Zhang Xiaohua said excitedly.

"Just use this!"

The corners of his mouth just turned up, and he wrote seriously on the paper.

(End of this chapter)