The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Being Alone

Gu Jiao never anticipated that, after spending her past life studying hard for exams to get into university, postgraduate school, then the doctoral program, she would have to start from the basics in her new life in an area she had the least proficiency in – Chinese calligraphy. _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

Gu Jiao was feeling utterly dejected and defeated.

Even if she did have a beauty by her side who was an absolute feast for the eyes, she didn’t want to learn calligraphy. No, not at all!

“Let’s start with your name,” said Xiao Liulang.

His voice was somewhere between that of a teenager going through puberty and that of a mature man. Rather than sounding like the awful croak of a drake, it had a refreshing baritone quality.

Feeling absolutely helpless, Gu Jiao silently watched as he wrote her name on paper.

Unlike the sloppy signature she had scrawled on the consent form for the surgery, this time her name seemed more tidy and elegant.

Yet Gu Jiao still didn’t understand.

Gu Jiao was sitting opposite to Xiao Liulang. From her perspective, the characters appeared upside down. Sensing her confusion, Xiao Liulang turned the paper around for Gu Jiao to scrutinize.

Afterwards, he meticulously wrote each stroke and their order down for her.

Seeing all the strokes, Gu Jiao felt a headache coming on.

These weren’t traditional characters, nor were they written in regular script or seal script. They were of a style that was entirely unfamiliar to her.

Seeing Gu Jiao awkwardly attempting to grip the writing brush, a deep look of misery on her face, Xiao Liulang remarked, “Your brush holding position is wrong. Move your hand up a bit, your wrist should not be so stiff.”

“Like this?” Gu Jiao adjusted her grip as he instructed.

In her past life, Gu Jiao actually had a standard grip for holding a pen. But her brush holding skills were obviously lacking in front of Xiao Liulang, a learned scholar from ancient times.

“The index finger,” Xiao Liulang said.

“Uh?” Gu Jiao inquired, puzzled.

Hesitating for a moment, Xiao Liulang reached out extending his slender, jade-like finger, gently adjusting her index finger upwards.

In any other circumstance, she would have scandalized the situation by exclaiming, “he touched my finger, rounding it off counts as holding hands.” But right now, he was teaching her literacy. She rounded it off as being in a learning environment, one in which Gu Jiao always maintained an earnest demeanor.

Taking off her shoes, she crossed her legs and sat opposite him, diligently practicing each stroke with focus.

Xue Ningxiang was waiting in the outer room. Why was Gu Jiao taking so long in there? The letter wasn’t that long, surely it wouldn’t take this long to read?

Little did Xue Ningxiang know, the pair had completely forgotten all about the letter by now, with one person absorbed in reading, the other engrossed in practicing calligraphy.

Every once in a while, Xiao Liulang corrected Gu Jiao’s brush holding technique, but he didn’t put pressure on her to improve her handwriting. After all, being able to prevent the ink from spilling outside the paper was an accomplishment in itself for a first-time brushholder.

If Gu Jiao were to catch wind of his thoughts, she might blow a fuse. After all, she remembered clearly that she, reigning as an academic over-achiever of the modern age, wasn’t in any way a calligraphy novice!

Nevertheless, Gu Jiao’s memory was excellent. She was able to remember the intricate sequences after just writing once, however the calligraphy was frankly, dreadful to look at.

From Xiao Liulang’s perspective, she resembled a young chick who was just beginning to learn calligraphy.

After all, the characters he wrote at the age of two looked better than these.

The two ended up spending half a two-hour period together in the room, and it wasn’t until the old grandmother, bored and desiring company, decided to visit Gu Jiao that she discovered the two engrossed in writing.

The old grandmother didn’t venture close enough for a better look, she just glanced from the doorway. Seeing the red-coloured paper, she made a quick guess, “Ah, writing spring couplets? Hmm, right, it is about time, it needs to be done soon. Once you are finished, come to inform me.”

She wanted a set of spring couplets!

This was truly a beautiful misunderstanding. Initially, Gu Jiao had not thought that Xiao Liulang had brought the red paper for anything other than writing spring couplets, but they got distracted by her literacy lesson instead.