Zhou Xiaoyun turned back with excitement: "Teacher Fang, you agreed! That's great!"

  "You're too young, learning the accordion will be very difficult for you, and your arms aren't long enough to reach all the keys. The accordion is also so heavy that you can't even hold it up. How about this: I'll teach you how to play the harmonica first, and when you've mastered that, then you can come back and learn the accordion? That's how I started out too."

  Fang Wenchao said, taking out an harmonica from the drawer of the table. The harmonica was a dark red color and about twenty centimeters long, looking good and light in his hand: "This harmonica is one I used to use, it's been many years and has gotten old, you can use it for practice first."

  Although it was said, Fang Wenchao's eyes staring at the harmonica were filled with fondness and nostalgia, which could be seen as his beloved object. Zhou Xiaoyun saw Fang Wenchao being so generous and couldn't help but feel overjoyed, determined to practice hard and not disappoint Teacher Fang's kind intentions.

  From then on, after school every day, Zhou Xiaoyun would go to Fang Wenchao's dormitory and stay for half an hour. She also discovered another advantage of Fang Wenchao: he was very patient. No matter how she blew it, he would encourage her with a few words of praise.

  Zhou Xiaoyun sometimes blew out of tune and couldn't even bear to listen to herself, but Fang Wenchao still patiently taught her again. With one person teaching with dedication and the other learning with diligence, Zhou Xiaoyun was soon able to play simple melodies.

  Zhou Xiaoyun was very obedient and didn't dare to occupy Fang Wenchao's time for too long, leaving automatically after half an hour every day, and from time to time helping Fang Wenchao sweep the dormitory.

  Fang Wenchao couldn't help but look at this clever girl with increasing favor, and Zhou Xiaoyun's diligent and hardworking attitude towards learning the harmonica every day while feeding ducks made rapid progress. Fang Wenchao, who had initially started teaching harmonica out of pity for the child's request, became serious about it, thinking that he might be able to teach a good seedling after all.

  Wu Mei asked Zhou Xiaoyun what she did every day after school when she went to find Fang teacher, and Zhou Xiaoyun casually made an excuse that she helped Fang teacher correct homework. Wu Mei thought that since Zhou Xiaoyun was the best student in the class, this was very possible, so she didn't ask again and left with Wang Jingjing every day after school.

  Zhou Xiaoyun responded to her parents' inquiry with the same excuse as before.

  Zhou's father and mother saw that Zhou Xiaoyun had arranged her life very well, so they asked less and less about her affairs. Later, even when they saw her coming home late at night, they didn't ask her where she had been, which saved Zhou Xiaoyun a lot of trouble explaining herself.

  Zhou Xiaoyun, while diligently practicing harmonica, also started practicing pencil calligraphy. At a young age, she hasn't yet reached the stage of learning pen calligraphy, so she thinks to first practice pencil calligraphy to lay a solid foundation, and when she's older, she'll practice pen calligraphy and brush calligraphy.

  Zhou Xiaoyun had always regretted that her handwriting was too fancy and not beautiful enough in her past life, so in this life she must take advantage of her youth to practice good handwriting.

  As for the teacher, haha, isn't there a ready-made Fang Laoshi right in front of us?

  A beautiful regular script written by Fang Wenchao, with strong and powerful strokes. Even Zhou Xiaoyun, who didn't know much about it, could tell that Fang Wenchao had put in a lot of hard work on the characters.

  The quality of teachers who graduated from normal universities that year was good, they were all well-versed in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and skilled in singing and playing musical instruments.

  Fang Wen-chao was a well-known talented person in the normal school, who could play the accordion and write good characters with standard Mandarin that can be used as a broadcaster.

  If it weren't for Xingwang Elementary School being short of formally certified teachers, the principal wouldn't have gone to the county and complained for a long time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been assigned to this rural elementary school.

  Zhou Xiaoyun coincidentally met Fang Wenchao, which was her good luck.

  Zhou Xiaoyun was too embarrassed to ask Fang Wenchao to teach her calligraphy, so she would occasionally write a character with a pencil and ask Fang Wenchao for guidance. Fang Wenchao, who was kind and had no ulterior motives, enthusiastically instructed her several times before slowly coming back to his senses, only to realize that this girl had set her sights on him again.

  Fang Wen-chao looked at the little girl in front of him, who was being very serious and humble, asking questions like a student, and for a moment he couldn't help but laugh and cry. Where did this kid get so many twists and turns? Can't she just speak directly?

  "Teacher Fang, look at this. These are the new characters I wrote down after class. Can you check if my writing is correct?" Zhou Xiaoyun made a show of being a diligent student and handed her written characters to Fang Wenchao for review.

  Fang Wenchao took a look and found that Zhou Xiaoyun's handwriting had made great progress under his unintentional guidance, becoming neat and beautiful with a hint of flair. Who would have thought this was written by a first-grader?

  "This article of yours is much better than the previous ones, but there are still some mistakes..."

  Fang Wenchao pointed out a few places that were not quite right, and Zhou Xiaoyun listened with great interest, secretly remembering what he said in her heart. After he finished speaking, she very consciously returned to the table to rewrite a copy.

  Fang Wenchao looked at Zhou Xiaoyun, who was diligently practicing her penmanship with her head down, and felt a soft spot in his heart. Which teacher wouldn't like such a girl? From now on, he would teach her how to practice calligraphy!

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

  Zhou Xiaoyun smiled and continued writing: "I'm practicing calligraphy."

  "What? You're still practicing writing? Your handwriting is already more beautiful than our classmates', why do you need to practice anymore? Stop writing, it's so boring to write every day. Let's go out and play instead! How about we go jump rope?" Wang Jingjing suggested, as jumping rope was the favorite activity of girls in winter.

  Zhou Xiaoyun refused to go: "You go, I'll write for a while."

  Wang Jingjing was getting a bit angry: "You really are, I invited you out to play with good intentions and you ignored me. Even if it's studying, can't you take a break? Can't you come back in and write after playing?"

  Looking at Wang Jingjing's pouting face, Zhou Xiaoyun helplessly put down her pen, knowing that if she didn't agree, someone would get angry: "Alright, let's go, don't be angry anymore, I'll leave now."

  Wang Jingjing turned her anger into laughter, and the speed of her emotional change left Zhou Xiaoyun speechless. She pulled Zhou Xiaoyun out to jump rope.