Chi Jingxi was also in Li Boyuan's study.
He was wearing a dark red brocade jacket with gold pleats on the collar and sleeves, and the snow-white fox fur made his face even more fair, giving him a noble appearance. When I write something, my whole body is full of books.
After hearing Li Boyuan's words, he raised his head and replied, "Master, don't worry about me all the time. If I get tired from sitting, I will get up and move my hands and feet."
He has no expression on his face, but he has a pair of smiling eyes, which makes people feel smiling unconsciously, and looks quite kind.
Chi Jingxi's appearance here was something Wen Yantong never dreamed of. It's as if the pillow is delivered just after you yawn.
It's just that when she saw Chi Jingxi, she inevitably felt a little conditioned nervousness, and squeezed against the door of the study, not daring to move forward rashly.
Li Boyuan liked this young master very much, and said with a smile, "You know it yourself." After speaking, he saw Wen Yantong was still standing at the door, and his face turned black immediately, "What are you doing at the door? Come in now!"
Wen Yantong wanted to ask if Li Boyuan's hometown was in Sichuan, he might have a deep knowledge of face-changing techniques.
But she didn't dare to say those witty words, she nodded like a chick sucking rice, and walked a few steps into the room, looking around, a little at a loss, not knowing where to sit.
Diagonally opposite Chi Jingxi, there was a cotton pad, but it was too close to him, and it seemed to be Li Boyuan's position, so she didn't dare to sit on it.
Li Boyuan took out two thick square cotton pads from the wooden cabinet, placed them on the pads, and said to Wen Yantong, "Just sit here and let Jingxi supervise your handwriting. Let Jingxi teach you a lesson."
"Students don't dare to bother Young Master..." Wen Yantong said.
Li Boyuan stared again, "When you enter the academy, you are all classmates! Jingxi hasn't said anything yet, so you don't want to? Look at your handwriting, and then look at other people's handwriting. You are like a word, with white hands, won’t you feel guilty thinking about your words when you sleep at night!?”
Wen Yantong only said half a sentence, Li Boyuan could approve a series of words, how could she dare to refute at all, she hurriedly lowered her head, "Wrong, wrong, students know that they are wrong, and they will definitely practice their calligraphy well."
Li Boyuan said, "It's good if you know, don't come here yet!"
She hopped over, sat down slowly with the support of the crutches, then stacked the two crutches and put them aside, and started to untie the books and pens she had carried.
Li Boyuan took a smaller brush, "You use this."
This brush is about the size of an ordinary fountain pen. The nib looks much harder, so it should be easier to write with.
Wen Yantong thanked in a low voice, and was embarrassed to find that she did not bring an inkstone, but only a piece of ink.
Li Boyuan also found out. For the first time, he didn't blame her. Instead, he pulled the inkstone in Chi Jingxi's hand to the middle, then opened a book for her, and said, "Start copying from this chapter, and finish copying a chapter." Then show it to Jingxi, and if he thinks it is qualified, you can scroll down."
Wen Yantong felt that this was not very good, but he didn't dare to refute him, so he scratched his head and agreed, secretly peeping at Chi Jingxi.
He didn't react at all, and he didn't reject Li Boyuan's words, he just concentrated on copying something.
After Li Boyuan finished explaining, he put on his cloak and went out. The study room fell silent for a while, only Wen Yantong and Chi Jingxi were left.
Chi Jingxi copied it very seriously. Wen Yantong craned his neck to take a look, and saw that his handwriting was really beautiful, resembling a thin gold body, neatly listed on the writing.
Wen Yantong is very envious of people who can write beautifully. When she was a child, because her family was poor, she took a long time to go to class, and no one taught her how to write.
She looked down at the book, and saw that it was written in italics. Wen Yantong also picked up the pen, thinking that she had smeared a large amount of ink on the paper a few times before, this time she was much lighter, and after a little bit of ink was stained, she quickly retracted her hand.
Because she was too cautious when writing, her hands trembled slightly, causing her to write the first few words in an extremely ugly way, neither horizontal nor horizontal.
Wen Yantong was angry and frustrated for a moment, and slapped loudly on the back of his right hand. Damn, what are you shaking!
I never thought that this sound would startle Chi Jingxi who was concentrating on writing. With a flick of his pen tip, a drop of ink smudged on the paper, forming a black flower.
He raised his eyes indifferently, and his tone was full of unkindness, "Is your paw itchy?"
Wen Yantong gulped down a mouthful of saliva, but did not dare to respond.
Fortunately, Chi Jingxi didn't get angry because of this, and continued to write. Wen Yantong was a lot more honest now, after copying two or three lines, he felt that his arms were sore and his palms were tired from writing, and when he saw that the handwriting was unsightly, he couldn't help being discouraged.
She put down her pen and looked around the room.
Li Boyuan himself has a very high status in the academy, so the furnishings in his bedroom are very unusual. There are many classical and exquisite decorations, but it also has a simple meaning.
The room was lit with a stove and an incense burner, and white smoke rose and melted into the air, filling the air with a faint fragrance, which made people feel very comfortable.
Wen Yantong looked at it, and then his eyes moved to Chi Jingxi.
Thinking of the plan to get close to him, Wen Yantong took a few deep breaths, and tried to use a calm tone, "Little, little master."
Wen Yantong really wanted to slap himself in the face. Future! Why stutter? !
Chi Jingxi's pen tip paused, as if distracted by her sound.
Wen Yantong didn't pay attention, and continued, "Why didn't you go to the martial arts class? Could it be because Master Li stayed behind to practice calligraphy?"
As expected, Chi Jingxi ignored her.
Wen Yantong didn't feel too disappointed, and it was good that Chi Jingxi didn't take a pen and get angry and think she was noisy. Of course, she would not continue to say anything, so as not to make Chi Jingxi angry.
She picked up the pen again, and felt that her handwriting was not good because she did not write very well, and the other was because she was not familiar with brushes.
If I have become proficient in writing, I think I won't be shaking so badly.
Wen Yantong picked up the pen enthusiastically, and began to draw casually on the empty paper. At first, the paintings were quite large, but after she painted a lot, she could control the thickness of the pen tip and the size of the strokes.
Chi Jingxi's arms were tired from copying, so she wanted to put down her pen and rest. Suddenly thinking that the surrounding has been quiet for a while, he looked up, only to find that the person sitting across from him did not write, but instead drew a strange pattern.
Wen Yantong appeared in front of Chi Jingxi quite a few times these days.
Chi Jingxi's memory has always been good. Originally, he only remembered that this skinny person had some rumors with Cheng Xiao, but now his impression has changed a lot.
Timid, crying, always doing things that ordinary people can't understand, looking stupid but actually being stupid, now there is another one, writing ugly but not motivated at all.
Chi Jingxi's brows and eyes unconsciously showed a little disdain, and as soon as he stretched out his long arms, he took the paper that Wen Yantong had put on hand, but looking upside down, he found it strange.
It was a pattern he had never seen before, like an animal, but also kind of strange that couldn't be described.
"What is this you drew?" Chi Jingxi asked expressionlessly.
Wen Yantong originally painted with concentration, but stopped when he noticed Chi Jingxi's movements. Seeing that he seemed interested, he said, "It's the duck."
"What?" Chi Jingxi's handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, "... What is Koda?"
"It's not Koda, it's Koda duck." Wen Yantong said.
"A... Duck??"