"You're done. ”

"A true Saint Seiya will not lose twice in the same move. Do you think I'll ever be fooled by you again?"

"The widow plays chess with you, why do you need to deceive?" Lin Miao drove six into seven, directly ate a taxi opposite, and then picked up a can of Wangzi milk at hand, put it down in a small sip, and looked invincible and lonely in the world, and spit out lightly, "Boy, it's over......"

Xu Fengfan frowned, stared down at the chessboard for a long time, and finally understood that the back move was a series of generals, nodded understandingly, and said in an affirmative tone: "Brother Miao, your way of playing chess is really as insidious as you are a human being." ”

"Insidious your sister, I am making reasonable use of human nature, which is an advanced application of competitive psychology in daily practice. Lin Miaotian said shamelessly, stood up and stretched, "No, let's stop today." This whole afternoon, he won 13 games in a row against Xu Fengfan, although several games were won by cheating and bluffing, but the process was not important.

Xu Fengfan is an honest boy, and after losing numbly, he didn't even feel in the mood to protest.

He honestly packed up the chess pieces on the table, and then turned his head to look at Li Xiao, who was sitting quietly on the side to catch up with his summer homework.

The summer vacation when no one is nagging in their ears, the days fly by. As soon as the old lady left, time was like an acceleration hanging, and half a month passed in a blink of an eye. The calendar flipped to August 21st, and school was about to start.

As a student with homework difficulties, Li Xiao still has most of his math homework unfinished today with a week before the end of the holiday. On the one hand, it was because she enrolled halfway through and skipped the first semester of the first grade of primary school, so her foundation was worse than that of ordinary children. In a situation where Lin Miao is not open, it is indeed a bit difficult to catch up with the learning progress of others in two semesters in one semester. But on the other hand, judging from Lin Miao's personal experience of almost making up for a heart attack in her make-up class, Xiaoxiao's sensitivity to numbers is really too weak to understand.

Xu Fengfan got up and walked behind Xiaoxiao, glanced at the problem that Xiaoxiao was painstakingly calculating, and mentally calculated the result in less than five seconds. Then I watched Xiaoxiao compare ten fingers, and after breaking them all around, he picked up the pen and wrote the wrong answer in the notebook.

Xu Fengfan's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't bear it a little and said, "Xiaoxiao, why don't I write it for you......"

Xiaoxiao looked up at Xu Fengfan.

Lin Miao immediately stopped without thinking about it: "Dog, do you dare to lick me again?"

Xu Fengfan was stunned: "What are you licking?"

"It's nothing, it's just a popular metaphor, don't care. Lin Miao took it off in a word, then walked to the TV cabinet, took out a black cardboard paper and a silver pen that are rarely seen on the market from the drawer under the cabinet, and said casually, "It doesn't matter if you can't finish it, it doesn't matter if you don't do it right, the key is attitude." Xiaoxiao, keep up the good work, I'm optimistic about you. ”

"Hmm!" Li Xiao nodded seriously, picked up the eraser, wiped the answer he had just written, and then continued to break his fingers unrelentingly, seeing that Xu Fengfan shook his head.

Lin Miao didn't care, and spread the black paper on the table.

A few days ago, COSCO finally got a place for Lin Miao in the National Children's Hard Pen Calligraphy Competition, and in order to improve the chance of winning, he specially designed a black and white character pattern for Lin Miao without following the routine. In line with the principle of winning if you can, Lin Miao readily accepted this setting. It's just that the setting is the setting, and the real writing has to rely on real skills.

In the past few days, in order to be able to write the work to the extent that he is satisfied, Lin Miao has written fifty or sixty pieces of black paper.

At first, I was not used to writing from top to bottom and from right to left, but halfway through writing, I found that the whole writing was crooked, so I had to start all over again. Later, I slowly mastered the sense of space, and began to pick out the details of each word, and when I was almost done, I had to worry about writing typos that would affect the judges' marking. If this is the case again and again, the song "Will Enter the Wine", Lin Miao was stunned and didn't finish it for a week.

Xu Fengfan came to Lin Miao's side, and when he saw Lin Miao raising the pen and fighting again, he couldn't help but wonder: "Haven't you done it yet?"

"It's a national competition, so you have to give some respect. Lin Miao said very calmly, and specially reminded, "Don't talk to me now, if you feel that you can't hold back, you can go home first." ”

Xu Fengfan was emotionally stable, and did not show any tendency to envy, jealousy and hatred for Lin Miao to participate in the national competition every other day, mainly because he was accustomed to nature, and basically looked at the natural inequality between people......

"You write, I'll see you write. Xu Fengfan said.

Lin Miao hummed, then put all his attention back on his work, slowed down a little, and then read it aloud: ""Will Enter the Wine": You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning, you don't see Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, like green silk turning into snow at dusk...... "From the previous life to this life, I have memorized Tang poems no less than three or five hundred times, and there is no possibility of memorizing mistakes."

Lin Miao transcribed every word by word, both smoothly and steadily.

The silver characters fall on the black paper, and the line of its own style is beautiful and smart, and it has a unique sense of beauty. The more Lin Miao writes, the more comfortable he becomes, and even he can clearly feel that the calligraphy training in the past six months since his rebirth has brought his calligraphy level to a new level. If in the past, his handwriting only hovered between "better than ordinary people's writing" and "seems to be able to handle it", then today, his works have indeed entered the room, and can be used for low-level exhibitions for people to point out.

"Five-flowered horse, daughter Qiu, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine......" Lin Miao, who was originally just trying it casually, didn't expect that he had no intention of inserting willows, and wrote to the end of the whole article in one go, but there was not a single word wrong.

When he wrote the last few words, his palms were slightly sweaty, but he finally gritted his teeth and perfectly collected his tail.

"In July of the year of Yihai, Lin Miao was seven years old. Writing down the final payment, Lin Miao breathed a long sigh of relief.

Xu Fengfan and Xiaoxiao both poked their heads out.

Xu Fengfan asked a little shocked, "Done?"

"It's still a little bit of something. Lin Miao said, hurriedly walked back to his small storage room, took out a seal, and stamped it heavily under the payment.

"Jun ...... What is the big thing?" Xu Fengfan stared at the seal for a long time, but he really couldn't recognize it and hadn't seen it.

Lin Miaoxin said that he was uneducated, pointing to the three words that were really not harmonious, and solemnly explained: "Although it is indeed a little bigger and looks more powerful, these three words are really not big." Read it with me, you won't see me. You don't see the water of the Yellow River, and you don't see the water from the sky. ”

Xu Fengfan was curious: "Is this word seen? What about the second word? If you admit it wrongly, what should it be recognized?"

Lin Miao was silent for a moment, and said to herself: "If you win the award, it may be a ...... with a greater social impact."