"Dad, what are you writing about?"

Li Xiaotong, who had a young face and a double ponytail, happily jumped in front of his father, staring curiously at the rice paper spread on the table in front of his father.

Dad smiled and said, "I'm writing your name." ”

Li Xiaotong stared at the big eyes like copper bells, and slowly and seriously read out the two words written on the rice paper: "Wu~~Tong~~"

"What is a sycamore?" asked Li Xiaotong again.

"Sycamore is your name. Dad put down the brush in his hand and said.

"My name is Xiaotong, not Wutong. Li Xiaotong corrected seriously.

Dad smiled and didn't say anything more, but his mother, who was originally studying ink on the side, quipped: "Because you are still young, you are called Xiaotong, and when you grow up, you will be Wutong." ”

"I'm not small anymore!" Li Xiaotong corrected again seriously.

Lu Pingfan, who was also not very tall, walked to Li Xiaotong's side with a proud face, and gestured twice on his sister's head with his hand, and then twice on his chin, and said, "Look, it's very small." ”

Li Xiaotong thrust his waist, looked up at his brother without showing weakness, and said unconvinced: "I'm not small, you wait, sooner or later I will be taller than you." ”

Dad looked at the two little guys who were bickering, rubbed Li Xiaotong's hair dotingly, and said pointedly: "That's right, you will definitely grow taller, just like the tall plane tree, even the phoenix has to climb the branches of the plane tree." ”

Affirmation from his father, Li Xiaotong proudly said to his brother: "See, my father said that the plane tree is tall, and I will definitely be taller than you in the future." ”

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In a trance, the former scene flashed from Li Xiaotong's mind. The word sycamore was also learned from my father at that time.

Looking back now, the situation when my brother was grinding ink for himself was really similar to the way my mother was grinding ink for my father.

Some people say that time is a cycle, and people are always repeating what they have done in the past in different forms. Originally, Li Xiaotong was convinced of this sentence, but she doesn't think so now.

She felt that she was not repeating the past, but passing on the past. In the past, there were always some things that were worth preserving forever, just like the two words Wutong, so she passed down these two words, wrote them on rice paper, and presented them in front of everyone.

In fact, it doesn't matter to her whether she wins or loses in this competition, just let her brother study ink for herself, and it is enough to reproduce the scene when her mother studied ink for her father.

"But the gender seems to be reversed...... Li Xiaotong suddenly thought thoughtfully, but immediately, she shook her head again: "Whatever.........

Anyway, for her, it's already good now.

Standing on the opposite side, Akemi Suzumiya always looked proud, exuding a kind of lofty momentum all over her body, and the ugly thing to say is that she is domineering, which is really uncomfortable.

But no matter what she is, the words she wrote were praised by the five judges.

Three Japanese teachers, two teachers from ten middle schools, they have been looking around the word 'god' for a long time now, although the momentum on this word 'god' is too compelling, staring at it will be a kind of oppression by the gods. But this small oppression could not stop the literati's pursuit and yearning for calligraphy.

The word 'god' is really well written, both in terms of form and charm.

From a formal point of view, the rules and regulations of this divine character seem to be strictly limited by countless rules and regulations, but at the same time, its strokes are rigid and soft, without losing their smoothness, like flowing clouds and flowing water in one go.

From the point of view of Shen Yun, the word 'god' fully reveals its own meaning, and the sense of oppression from the gaze of the gods is enough to explain everything.

The word 'God' is not just a word, it seems to be a god.

Some people may ask, does God really exist, and how can people who have never seen God appreciate what it is like to be watched by God?

In fact, many times you don't have to see something to understand, just like many animals are naturally afraid of people, and they are also naturally afraid of fire. Human beings can also understand the oppression of being watched by God without seeing the true God, which is a feeling of seeing through people, seeing through everything, and making people have nowhere to hide.

Some may also ask, does God really exist?

The answer to this question is naturally yes. It's just that God does not exist in heaven or in the universe, but in the hearts of every person.

God itself is a product of human imagination, a spiritual sustenance for human beings in times of hardship, and the last bottom line in man's heart before sinning.

The only thing that can save oneself from one's predicament is one's own efforts, and at this time, efforts are God.

The only thing that can pull you back from the brink of sin is the faith that you hold in your heart, and at this time, faith is God.

So, God is actually human beings themselves.

So, if God is human beings themselves, why can't human beings understand the oppression of being watched by the gods? Being watched by the gods is nothing but a process of examining oneself.

People usually ignore their own mistakes and flaws, and magnify the mistakes and flaws of others, but standing in front of the word 'god' written by Akemi Suzumiya, everyone is like looking in a mirror, exposing their flaws and mistakes without concealment. In this case, it would be strange if there was no pressure in the heart.

This is also the reason why the five judges all think that Akemi Suzumi's words are good.

To be able to make people who look at words re-examine themselves with a word, how strong does it take to do this?

Zhao Yan asked himself the words of countless calligraphers in China, and it is not too much to describe the few who can do this, and the only remaining ones are all old guys who are over sixty years old.

This Akemi Suzumiya is still the only person she has ever seen who can match Lu Pingfan in the level of demonity.

Of course, the direction of these two demons is not the same, Lu Pingfan is a literary creation, and Akemi Suzumiya is calligraphy............

A full ten minutes passed like this, and the five judges put down Akemi Suzumi's words and came to Li Xiaotong's side.

The five teachers who have already read such excellent words, when they came to look at Li Xiaotong's words, they had a lot less expectations in their hearts. Although these five teachers have already concealed the gap in their hearts very well, Lu Pingfan still saw it at a glance.

Regarding such a scene he saw, Lu Pingfan just smiled lightly and didn't take it to heart.

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