Seeing his expression, Wen Yantong felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "If you want me to write like you, it's impossible, my hand... I sprained my hand a few days ago, and it hurts badly. It's not bad to be able to write like this." .”
Chi Jingxi sneered, "Just now when you were holding the inkstone to eat, why didn't you feel your hand hurt?"
Wen Yantong muttered, "This pain is intermittent."
Chi Jingxi probably thought she was annoying and ignored her. Wen Yantong frowned, continuing to write bitterly.
Copying it again will take a lot less time than just now, and it will look neater than the last one. At least in Wen Yantong's eyes.
She handed the paper to Chi Jingxi again, and looked at it intently.
Chi Jingxi's beautiful eyes were full of mockery, "Do you know how to write horizontally and vertically?"
"If I knew, wouldn't I be able to write it?" Wen Yantong murmured.
Chi Jingxi didn't talk nonsense with her, "Rewrite."
Wen Yantong had expected this to happen a long time ago, and hurriedly took the paper back, secretly thinking that this page would not be turned over today.
She slowly picked up the pen and looked at Chi Jingxi. Chi Jingxi is very serious in doing things, at least for now, he sits very straight, with a straight back, unlike contemporary people who hunched over when they sat down.
Sitting up straight makes people feel full of vigor and vigorous strength at a glance, and looks more dignified. Wen Yantong imitated him subconsciously and straightened her back.
He had already placed a stack of copied paper by his hand, and the characters on it were neat and clear, unlike hers, which were all messed up after writing.
Wen Yantong looked down at the book in hand, and suddenly had another thought. She leaned forward and said softly, "Little Hou Ye, can I practice calligraphy with what you wrote?"
Chi Jingxi didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, "Go away."
"Good." Wen Yantong retracted his neck. After bowing his head and writing a few words, he found that Chi Jingxi didn't seem to be angry with what he just said, so he couldn't help but become more courageous.
"Young Master, your handwriting is really beautiful." Wen Yantong opened his mouth and said rainbow fart, and his tone was very serious, "I have lived so long, I have never seen anyone whose handwriting is better than yours, I don't want to practice italics , I want to imitate your writing."
Chi Jingxi didn't respond.
Wen Yantong continued, "I mean what I say! You have written so many sheets, so give me one."
Still no response. Wen Yantong waited for a while, then tentatively stretched out his hand, and vigilantly touched the paper in his hand, "Then I'll... take one."
Wen Yantong's movements were very slow, fearing that Chi Jingxi would dodge her hand suddenly, but she actually took back a piece of paper with such slow movements.
Chi Jingxi acquiesced to her behavior!
Wen Yantong was so happy that he wanted to dance Yangko to celebrate. She put the paper in her hand and smoothed it out, carefully watched every stroke made by Chi Jingxi, and then tried to imitate it.
Wen Yantong liked Chi Jingxi's writing more than block letters, and was more interested in imitating it. But this character is more difficult than italic script, so it took a lot of effort for her to write it. She finally practiced one article, but she felt that it didn't look like it at all, so she didn't show it to Chi Jingxi, and took a piece of paper to practice again.
Now Wen Yantong is really quiet, she seems to be obsessed with practicing calligraphy, and after practicing one by one, there is a sense of never getting tired of it.
After practicing earnestly for about an hour, Wen Yantong felt that half of her body was numb, sleepiness gradually hit her eyes, she suppressed her voice and let out a big yawn.
The main reason is that Li Boyuan's study room is really too warm. In the cold winter, the warmth around him always easily induces drowsiness, and Wen Yantong is no exception.
At first, she felt nervous because Chi Jingxi was by her side, but after a long time, her nerves were completely relaxed. If Chi Jingxi was really fierce enough to speak ill at her, or hit her, it would make her tense up.
But Chi Jingxi didn't act too nasty, even though he said a few unpleasant words just now, his attitude was not kind.
This is a very strange state of mind. It's like you think a person is a heinous villain, but after you get in touch with him, you find that he is just a bit fierce, not easy to get along with, and nothing else.
Perhaps because he was still a teenager, Chi Jingxi was not as scary as described in the book.
So Wen Yantong dozed off in a daze amid bouts of drowsiness.
She had already practiced the skill of sitting and dozing in class before, and now she was quietly sleeping under Chi Jingxi's nose.
Wen Yantong originally planned to take a nap for a while and continue writing, but the more he slept, the more sleepy he became, and finally he just lay down on the table. As a result, he slept until Li Boyuan came back.
Chi Jingxi tapped the table twice before pulling her out of her sleep. Wen Yantong sat up in a panic, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Li Boyuan standing at the door of the study with his face as black as Bao Qingtian.
Immediately frightened her into a shudder: Excuse me, it's over!
Wen Yantong just woke up, his eyes were still hazy, but ink was printed on his fair face.
So she endured the criticism for another half an hour with the ink stain on her face, and in the end she promised with tears that she would never be lazy again, before Li Boyuan finally let her go.
Then Li Boyuan took her paper to read.
Wen Yantong was very anxious, her heart was fluctuating, and she was afraid that Li Boyuan would catch her and criticize her for half an hour if she was not satisfied. Chi Jingxi still sat firmly, as if she hadn't heard her being criticized at all, but Wen Yantong saw the mockery in his expression.
Wen Yantong: I hate it!
Unexpectedly, not only did Li Boyuan not blame, but his tone softened a lot, "I can see that you put your heart into practicing calligraphy, but your writing is still unstable, and the characters are not formed, and you need to practice more."
Wen Yantong was overwhelmed by the flattery, and hurriedly said, "What the master said is very true, the students are taught, and they must practice calligraphy seriously in the future."
"However, Jingxi's characters are much more difficult than regular script." Li Boyuan glanced at her, "You should learn regular script first."
Wen Yantong looked at Chi Jingxi, and said in a low voice, "The students think that Xiaohouye's calligraphy is better than regular script, so they want to learn it."
"You still can't control the strength of your pen. It's really difficult to learn his calligraphy." Li Boyuan said.
Wen Yantong listened to what Li Boyuan meant, and seemed to say that she shouldn't think about eating into a fat person, so she followed his advice, "Students will definitely practice regular script when they know about it."
Chi Jingxi's pen stopped, leaving ink marks on the paper for the third time today. He simply put down his pen and said to Li Boyuan, "Master, I guess it's getting late, I'll copy here today, and I'll copy the rest tomorrow."
Li Boyuan immediately put Wen Yantong's paper away, walked up to him and looked at him, his facial features stretched out with a smile, "It's okay, I copied a lot, I can copy the rest myself."
Chi Jingxi smiled politely, then got up, went to the shelf by the door, took off the cloak and put it on her body, and said, "Master, don't copy it too late. You are getting old, so be careful not to tire your eyes."
Li Boyuan smiled, "You boy, you always hold on to this, I'm not old enough to be blind."
Chi Jingxi smiled without saying a word.
Wen Yantong saw that the way the two got along was quite natural, but remembering that Chi Jingxi was also raised by Li Boyuan, the relationship between the two was naturally unusual.
Chi Jingxi was about to leave, and of course she would not stay any longer, so she silently packed up the things she had copied, folded them up and put them in her arms, and slowly stood up while supporting the table.
The three of them arrived at the door one after the other, and after lifting the curtain to come out, Wen Yantong realized that it was completely dark.
It was indeed getting dark early in winter, and the wind was getting colder. She just came out of a warm place, and she couldn't help shivering.
When he was putting on his shoes, he heard Li Boyuan say, "Jingxi, Wen Yantong's legs and feet are inconvenient, and it's not safe to walk at night, so you can take him back and leave the academy."
Wen Yantong was startled, and immediately blurted out, "That's not necessary!"
Who knew that as soon as these words were spoken, they were stared at by the other two.