After three days of rain, the sky was a little heavy, and early in the morning, the master came out with a word -- the weather was not good, the schoolwork was suspended, and all the senior brothers stayed in the Qinhuyuan Garden to learn calligraphy, and I needed to make an article called "On the Advantages and Disadvantages of the War Guidance of the Warring Sides in the Battle of Guandu".

Alas, I just came back to my senses in the art of war class, and I don't want the master and his old man's eyes to be so small!

Outside the window, the rain fell on the willow treetops, quietly and silently falling into the Jingshui Lake, I sat at the table, pinched a purple pen in my hand, and the rice paper in front of me was blank except for a drop of ink.

I remembered that five days ago, Senior Brother Eleventh rolled up my carved box, and I was very angry, so I went to Yinyi Zhai early the next morning, complained to Master about his bad deeds, and earnestly begged Master to let me follow Senior Brother Ten again.

The master groaned for a while, and said to me, after the Duanyang Festival, Senior Brother Ten has turned fifteen years old, and he is a grown man, if I follow him again, it will damage my reputation, and now only Senior Brother Eleven is the same age as me in the mountains, and we are both underage, and others can't say anything when we get closer......

The old man also smiled and said a bunch of good things for Senior Brother Eleven, but "Although Little Eleven is a little stubborn, he is still a kind-hearted child...... Yunyun.

I stared at the rice paper and thought hatefully, I have been with Senior Brother Eleven for so many days, and I haven't even eaten a decent breakfast, and now I am being involved in making a fuss about him, his heart is really vicious......

It wasn't long before noon, and I hurriedly ate my lunch and sat down at the table again.

Alas, if Master had asked me to write "Cao Mengde's Private Love History" or "Two or Three Things About Yuan Shao and His Concubines", I would have been able to write 8,000 words in a free way, but now I am very powerless about this article.

After staring at the rice paper for most of the day, I finally fell one, two, and three...... Twenty-five, twenty-six, a total of twenty-six words.

I have also felt a rough idea of Master's temper these days, and I thought that if I couldn't submit a decent article tomorrow, Master and his old man would definitely come up with an even more inhumane way to torment me...... Alas...... How is that good......

I looked out of the window with great sorrow......

Hey? Isn't the one outside wearing a white robe and holding a thirty-two oil-paper umbrella the eleventh senior brother who caused me to make a fuss?

What did he do when he ran to my Jingshui dwelling in the rain? Suddenly, I was wary.

Judging from the several encounters I had with him, I was afraid that there was no hope for this head-on move, and it seemed that I had to avoid its edge, so I hurriedly took off my embroidered shoes and got on the embroidered couch.

"Senior Brother Eleven, are you here......" Seeing him enter the embroidery room, I made a weak and weak image. Fortunately, I've been sick for so long, and I'm very handy at pretending to be weak.

Seeing me like this, he seemed to be slightly stunned.

Well, I'm very happy with that.

"You ......"

"I ...... I'm fine...... It's just that...... It's just that the body is a little ...... Tired...... Lean on...... That's it......"

I think these words are very pitiful.

Senior Brother Eleventh glanced at me, said "hmm", and paced to the table.

I was dumbfounded-

Hum! Good for you! Seeing me like this, shouldn't he dutifully shush the cold and ask for warmth? I don't want him to be so hard-hearted! Hum!

"That's why you became this virtuous?" Senior Brother Eleventh shook a plain fan and pointed to the rice paper on the table and asked me.

I nodded apprehensively.

He glanced at me lightly, took the fan, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink and waved it on the rice paper.

"Don't!" Those are the precious 26 words that I racked my brains to write!

I jumped off the couch and ran to the table with my shoes on.

Senior Brother Eleventh didn't even glance at me, and continued to wave Zihao on the rice paper.

I took a look, tsk, I didn't think that my eleventh senior brother would be quite a bit wise!

However, no, how can his handwriting be exactly the same as mine? I looked at him with astonishment.

"Are you feeling better now?" After a while, he put down his pen and asked me lightly.

"Your word ......"

"Imitation."

I only left twenty-six words, and he could imitate it after a glance?

"You read it all first, and the master of tomorrow in the province is timid when he asks." As he spoke, he spread out his fan and paced slowly towards the window.

I held the rice paper in disbelief...... This splendid article that quotes scriptures and references is actually from the hand of the eleventh senior brother?

I was frightened.