"Can't you see? What I drew is a duck." Wen Yantong said.
Chi Jingxi really couldn't tell.
If this kind of thing is shown to everyone in Shaojing, no one will recognize it as a duck.
Wen Yantong has learned a little art, so the painting of this Kodak duck is very original, but Chi Jingxi has never seen such a strange duck.
He took a closer look and found that the creature with big eyes did have a flat beak, which fit the characteristics of a duck, but the way it held its head with its two hands was really weird.
"This is the duck from my hometown." Wen Yantong explained.
Chi Jingxi put down the paper in his hand with a strange expression, turned his eyes, and saw the half-drawn thing in front of her again.
He had never seen this kind of painting before, and he was both surprised and absurd.
Wen Yantong saw that he was staring at the painting on his paper, so he hurriedly pulled out the blank pages and said to him, "Young Master must have never seen this kind of picture, I will show you."
She turned her whole body sideways, put the paper upright in the center, stained the tip of the pen with ink, and then muttered, "Old man Ding, lend us eggs, I said three days to pay back, he said four days, I will pay you back." Big eggs…”
This is something that children can draw. Just read the formula once, and an old man Ding will appear on the paper. Wen Yantong said after finishing the painting, "Look, this is old man Ding, isn't it amazing?"
Chi Jingxi looked at the person on the paper and suddenly felt magical. He raised his eyes, and saw that the papers in Yantong's hand were full of big and small... old man Ding.
He suddenly felt a little pain in his head, and became suspicious of certain things. This person is also studying at Songhai Academy? It turned out to be his classmate
What's the difference between this person and the idiot at the city gate who always yelled at the rooster for laying eggs
Oh, there are still. That idiot can't draw Duck and Old Man Ding.
The things in this person's head may be different from other people's. Others pretend to be poetry and articles, laws and morals.
And Wen Yantong...
He wondered, "Is your mind full of the paste used to paste the door links? This makes me feel quite amazing."
Wen Yantong collected the paper and pen, and sat back. No, no, why scold people.
Wen Yantong was unavoidably a little unhappy as if he had touched the ashes on his nose, and the corner of his mouth unknowingly rolled down, showing some resentment.
Chi Jingxi glanced at it and said coldly, "Aren't you going to practice calligraphy today?"
Handwriting must be practiced. Wen Yantong folded up the messy pages of the drawing and put them in his arms, then started copying the article again.
Thanks to her drawing a lot of things just now, she no longer trembles when she picks up the brush, and can write down the words completely. But still not very pretty.
Wen Yantong knew that practicing calligraphy is a profound knowledge, and it is impossible to become fat with one bite. She looked at the sharp-eyed font on the paper, and felt very at ease. However, after making some progress, it was always very inspiring, and she copied half of the article in one breath.
She didn't stop writing until her arm was a little sore, twisted her shoulder, and yawned big. As soon as she moved like this, she realized that she had been sitting for a long time, and her legs were a little numb.
She only crossed one leg, and stretched her injured right leg straight. Such a movement made her feel uncomfortable, so she thought of taking a few steps.
She glanced at Chi Jingxi, saw that he was concentrating on copying, and slowly got up. The movement was very light, and there was no sound that disturbed people. But at such a close distance, it is impossible for Chi Jingxi not to notice it, and he was distracted for a moment, resulting in a wrong copy.
Chi Jingxi was inexplicably agitated.
Wen Yantong twisted a few times with his crutches, feeling that his muscles and bones had been moved, and then slowly sat down again.
Having lived peacefully in the same room with Chi Jingxi for about an hour, Wen Yantong felt that he was quite remarkable, so he took out a bag of pastries from his bosom, intending to reward himself.
This pastry is a bit like a small glutinous rice cake, sweet, one is only the size of a one-yuan coin, and the shape of a ball, Wen Yantong is cute to eat.
She brought quite a lot, and the ones that were placed on the table would roll down. Wen Yantong was puzzled, bent down and put his eyes on the edge of the table, only to realize that the table was not flat, but slightly slanted.
Xiaoyuantuan couldn't stabilize on the table, Wen Yantong couldn't hold it with her hands to eat, her eyes looked around the table, and found a red plate.
The size of two palms, the red is dull, and there are some fine white lines on the top, carved with delicate patterns. There were still some crumbs on the plate, which seemed to be the plate Li Boyuan used to hold snacks.
Wen Yantong was overjoyed from the bottom of his heart, stretched out his hand to grab the plate in front of him, weighed it and felt it was quite heavy. She was afraid that the cloth brought along along the way would not be clean, so she directly poured the little round balls into the plate.
The snow-white balls rolled on the red plate, they were quite pretty, Wen Yantong stuffed two into his mouth.
I feel that the small dumplings become more delicious when they are on a luxurious plate.
As long as she finished eating before Li Boyuan came back, she would not find that she used this plate.
And Chi Jingxi. He shouldn't be the type to complain.
Wen Yantong thought about it, then quietly raised his eyes to look at him. But he didn't expect this glance to meet him directly.
Chi Jingxi didn't know when she stopped writing, and looked at her expressionlessly, with weird eyes.
Wen Yantong hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "...does the young master want to eat?"
Chi Jingxi tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowed in confusion, "Would it be more delicious to eat things in an inkstone?"
"Inkstone, inkstone?" Wen Yantong was startled, he didn't know whether to spit out or swallow the crumbly chewed dumpling in his mouth, he lowered his head and carefully looked back and forth at the red plate, "Is this an inkstone? Isn't it a plate?"
Aren't the inkstones all black? And red?
Chi Jingxi probably didn't want to talk to him at first, but seeing Yantong's appearance was so stupid, he couldn't help but said, "Your sesame-sized brain can think of it a little bit, who would put a plate on the desk?"
Why not! She will! Put something into your mouth with your left hand and write with your right hand without delay!
Wen Yantong still swallowed what was in his mouth, but he didn't dare to eat what was in the red inkstone. He poured it back into brocade cloth, wrapped it tightly, and stuffed it back into his bosom.
Now I really don't dare to make any more monster moths, and honestly copied the remaining half of the article. She checked it again, and found that the words written this time did not smudge out of ink, nor did they smear into a large piece. Although they were still crooked, they were much better than the previous ones.
She blew on the ink, and then called softly, "Young Master."
Chi Jingxi twitched her brows lightly. Wen Yantong said casually, "Master Li said I will show you after I finish copying."
Chi Jingxi responded in a low voice with unknown meaning, Wen Yantong thought he didn't want to read it, and when he was about to put it down happily, he saw that he put down the pen after he finished writing the word at hand.
Then he stretched out his hand and waved his fingers, motioning for her to hand over the paper.
Wen Yantong was pushed back before she felt happy, and she offered the paper full of words with both hands.
Chi Jingxi took it, and when he saw it for the first time, there was a brief moment of astonishment in his eyes. His face darkened at the second glance, "Is this written by a human? Are your hands made of chicken feet?"
Wen Yantong retracted her two paws subconsciously.
Chi Jingxi laughed sarcastically, with a cold voice, "Even if you dip a chicken's beak in ink and peck it on paper, it will be more correct than your writing."
Wen Yantong instantly felt that his heart had suffered a ton of damage, and murmured, "That may not be..."
Chi Jingxi glanced at her, threw the paper on the table, "Rewrite."
Wen Yantong hurriedly pulled the paper back, and quickly dipped the pen in ink. When he was about to write, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked a little timidly, "Do I just need to write more correctly than chickens? Even if you pass?"
Chi Jingxi paused, and this time his handsome face was completely shocked.
The author has something to say: Chi Jingxi: I have never seen such a brazen person.
Wen Yantong good luck +1+1+1.
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