The plan of the day is in the morning.

Baoyu woke up from the warmth and found that her mat was covered with another layer of satin brocade quilt, blue satin, which was a quilt in the small cubicle. The delicate figure crouched under the window, carefully stirring the fire in the charcoal pot to make the room warmer.

Pushing the quilt away, it was very cold. There was a charcoal fire in the house, and it shouldn't have been cold, but he opened the window all night, and the cold wind whistled in, and the charcoal fire couldn't withstand it. The attacker was obedient again, and he didn't want to brush his mind.

Qingwen's high voice came from outside the door: "It's my turn, it's all our second master, I have to open the window, isn't this an unfair provocation?"

Baoyu touched her nose, a sharp-toothed Qingwen, this is for him.

"It's not cold. "It's just a matter of attacking people, and when it comes to Qingwen, Baoyu doesn't even want to say a cold word. He sat up, wearing plain white trousers underneath, resembling modern pajamas. The attacker wanted to serve him and put on his clothes, but he refused to do it, and he was not used to it.

Move your arms, jump on the spot a few times to warm up slightly, Baoyu lay on the ground doing push-ups, and Qingwen sat on the stool next to her with her chin and watched. The cyan gauze tent also lifted a corner, revealing half of the parrot's mischievous little face and unscrupulous, watery eyes, and it didn't take long for a snickering smile to come out of it, laughing at him.

Baoyu made two barely standard ones covered in sweat, sighed and rested, and did two more until there was no strength left in his arms and a throbbing pain in his lower abdomen. The attacker brought a blue porcelain concave cup held by a small blue plate, which was filled with green tea, and what Qingwen brought was also a blue porcelain concave cup held by a small blue saucer, but it was warm water. There is also a saucer next to it, sprinkled with translucent, somewhat cloudy fine particles, and willow branches that have been rubbed apart and soaked in water resting on the side.

Covered with sweat, he washed his face first, wrung his own veil and wiped his neck, and then changed into clothes. Raider and Qingwen sent things forward, Baoyu turned her head, gasped like a toothache, and said helplessly: "Rinse your mouth with tea." ”

It can't be cleaned at all, but he can't thank the bitter green salt, not to mention, it can't be cleaned.

There was a sound of water splashing in the blue gauze cupboard, no need to ask, I knew that it was Daiyu who rinsed her mouth, and I didn't know if the tea used or the green salt brushed by the willow branches. It didn't take long for Daiyu to call in a tired voice: "I should have served my brother to study in the morning, but my health is not good, so let me rest." ”

"Out of the way. ”

Baoyu is sitting on a screen-backed chair, spreading out the paper, posing and practicing calligraphy.

The book is "The History of the Great Zhou Dynasty", and the practice is Liu Gongquan's willow style.

If you want to practice words, you are naturally the best person to learn and practice the best words. Wang Xizhi is the first choice.

In fact, the first thing he wanted to practice was Wang Xizhi's Xingshu. Wang Xizhi has the name of "calligraphy saint", calligraphy and good li, grass, Kai, line of each body, fine study of the body, heart copy hand chasing, widely learn from the strengths of others, prepare fine bodies, smelt in a furnace, get rid of the Han and Wei pen style, self-contained, far-reaching influence.

Baoyu had carefully considered it, and really wanted to practice Wang Xizhi's book. The style of the book saint is peaceful and natural, the gesture is euphemistic and subtle, beautiful and beautiful, and the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is also known as "the first line of books in the world", which is definitely the first choice for practicing calligraphy.

It's a pity that Wang Xizhi was a native of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, before the Tang Dynasty.

There is no record of Wang Xizhi in the "History of the Great Zhou Dynasty", but I dare not say that Wang Xizhi does not exist in this world. In case there is a Wang Xizhi, there is a book saint, even if there is a word and a half of Wang Xizhi, he practices this is imitation.

Imitation is not self-contained, it has its own handwriting hidden in it. And what he wants is precisely to completely cover up Xiao Baoyu's handwriting.

Imitation cannot be achieved, only creation.

That is: a family of its own!

In the future, if someone asks: Why is your handwriting different from before? You can answer: I have occasional gains, and I am a family of my own.

If anyone doubts: handwriting must always have the shadow of the past, right? You can answer: I am my own family, I don't believe it? You can also create a calligraphy, try to be your own family!

As long as he has practiced the rudiment, no one is qualified to doubt him.

In other words, as long as he practices words, no one will have the courage to doubt him!

Simply, there are many more to choose from.

Take the Tang Dynasty as an example: Ouyang Xun is original, and the font is flat and precipitous;

Yu Shinan was partial to the grass in his early years, and in his later years, he was called 'Ou Yu' with Ouyang Xun in positive letters;

Zhang Xu's cursive writing is the most well-known, and the monk Huaisu inherited and developed his cursive method, and then shocked the world with his 'wild grass';

Yan Zhenqing Shen writes regular script with the pen of the seal, dignified and profound, majestic, changing the ancient law into the present law, and the world is called 'Yan Ti'.

And so on, Baoyu's choice of Liu Gongquan is also considered.

Liu Gongquan is good at regular script, the font is dignified and thin, self-contained, known as 'willow style', and beginners study it. The key is to learn more for beginners. Liu Ti is a family of his own, it is enough to achieve his goal, and it is also easy to learn, so that he can practice the prototype in the shortest possible time.

His current situation is like a boat in a storm, and he is really forced to absolutely expose his stuffing when he has to use his pen, and for the sake of today, he must use the shortest time to practice the best calligraphy. 'Willow Body' is not the second choice.

Holding a pen, practicing calligraphy, and making bamboo paper with five taels and one knife are like snowflakes floating into the charcoal basin and burning into soot.

There are also some words that I don't recognize, and I have to read at night.

Baoyu practiced calligraphy for a day, and moved the sour hand bones, allowing the attacker to enter the blue yarn cabinet to see. The attacker replied that Miss Daiyu was asleep, which made him cry and laugh.

"Sister Daiyu's body is too weak, and she refuses to let him practice with me. Also, the girl's family, exercising hurts. Baoyu rolled her eyes and said. 'The girl's family should behave gently', 'The girl's family should move lightly', and he scoffed at the feudal ideology of women's restraints.

Qingwen stared again, stopped by the attacker's look, and walked out with a chirp. The attackers shouted at her, but she couldn't come back.

Baoyu told the attacker not to shout, and let her go. The attacker came back and smiled: "Don't blame Qingwen, she seems to be a stinger, and she has you in her heart." There are some things that shouldn't have been said to you, but Qingwen, this girl, had a quarrel with Wang Shanbao's family for you. ”

Baoyu's eyes narrowed. Wang Shanbao's family knows that he is Mrs. Xing's mother-in-law, and she is also Mrs. Xing's confidant, and she is the most small-hearted. Ordinary maids, even the amber around the ancestor doesn't want to provoke, Qingwen quarreled with her?

"Have you suffered a loss?"

"I haven't heard of it. ”

Baoyu nodded, lifted the cyan tent and took a look, Daiyu was still asleep. He smiled and said: "Don't read it today, you go to the big kitchen to see if there are any nourishing decoctions, just say that the second master carefully ordered, let the sister-in-law of the Liu family use more snacks." ”

The attacker went to the side of the closet, opened it and closed it, and went out by himself.

Brother Parrot stuck his head out of the blue gauze tent and said with a smile: "Second Master Bao is good, and he orders the attacking sister in everything." The other two big girls outside you can't find anything to do, and I'm annoyed. ”

Qiuwen pushed the door in, and said angrily: "The little hooves are happy for your mouth, be careful that Sister Qingwen comes back and tears up your clever mouth." ”

"I didn't say Sister Qingwen, oops. The parrot quickly retracted his head.

Baoyu saw Musk Yue come in, her eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and she couldn't help but laugh when she saw that she was a meek person. Brother Parrot is Daiyu's personal maid, and his status is not as good as Raider and Qingwen, and it is much higher than Musk Moon and Autumn Pattern. But she is not afraid of autumn lines, but she is timid about Musk Yue.

The musk moon is the shadow of attacking people, and he learns to attack people in words and deeds, but his mouth is more powerful than attacking people. The parrot brother was more afraid of her than of attacking.

He asked Musk Yue to take charge of the lamp, and Qiuwen sent the little girl outside, and then practiced calligraphy.

The cold moon is cold, and the candle shadow is red. The inside and outside of the blue gauze cabinet are clean.

Mother Jia has pricked up her ears since the morning, and she didn't hear the sound of reading until she was half in a daze, and she felt bad in her heart. "Mandarin duck, my golden mandarin duck. She shouted again and again: "Why didn't I hear Daiyu reading today, is it not in good health, send you over to ask." ”

The golden mandarin duck came from the side room, holding a needle and thread in his hand, which was embroidered for Jia's mother.

Jia's mother has always only worn clothes made by her own family, and she only recognizes the craftsmanship of a few people. The clothes and jewelry obtained from the outside will never be on the body, and in the end they are only used to press the bottom of the box, or to reward the juniors and minions below. She always thinks that the clothes and accessories outside are too sloppy, and she only recognizes the handwriting of the golden mandarin duck when it comes to wiping her forehead.

Jin Yuanyang took the forehead and put it on for Jia's mother to try, and said with a smile: "You are thinking about it, Miss Daiyu is not reading a book by herself, but reading to Bao Erye." It took a few days of hard work, maybe I was tired, and I should rest. ”

Jia Mu said: "This wrongdoer, why do you fall in love with listening to books again? Isn't it tired of reading (turning pages), and even this is lazy?" Jia Mu put down her forehead and rubbed it back and forth, thinking to herself: [Baoyu is not motivated, saying that she is lazy to believe and lazy to listen to books? 】

The golden mandarin duck asked playfully, "What does the ancestor think?"

"It's nothing, it's just that my heart and liver have been weird lately. Jia Mu shook her head and said: "Let him be stubborn for anything else, listen to books, I'm afraid I'm going to tire Daiyu." She's not an ordinary student. ”

Jin Yuanyang then flattered: "Second Master Bao not only listens to books, he also practices calligraphy, but he doesn't let people read it." Listening to Qiu Wen, hundreds of pots of burned paper ash have been poured. ”

"That's even more strange, he's not motivated, how can he work hard?" Jia Mu cried out again.

How tiring it is to practice calligraphy like this.

It's weird.

Jia Xichun squatted on the oval drum bench with her delicate knees, and it didn't take long for her to get annoyed again, and she sat on the embroidery pier. In the past few days, she has been touched by Baoyu's goodness, listening to Daiyu read and learning a little bit herself, she didn't hear the sound of reading all day, she was uncomfortable.

Suddenly, there was laughter outside the door, Xichun hurriedly sat down, closed the books on the table, rolled up the drawing paper, and pretended to look at the scenery outside the window.

My sister was stunned again. ”

The laughter was like a pleasant silver bell, and Jia Tanchun walked in with a golden hairpin, followed by Jia Yingchun and the two big girls serving the book and chess. Xichun raised his eyelids and said hello, but the boss in his heart was not a taste.

Jia Tanchun is a pitiful, pitiful to the point of shrewdness, and always makes himself look cheerful. Jia Yingchun is a little cowardly and has always followed her.

Among the three of them, Jia Tanchun, who is ranked third, looks like a second sister.

Jia Tanchun also looked like a homemaker, beckoned Jia Yingchun to sit down, and said to Xichun: "I know that you are a withdrawn person, and you refuse to go to your sister to be stubborn." The eldest sister can't come back from the palace on duty today, I heard Baoyu reading over there, and I know that you don't have a taste in your heart, so I came to see you. ”

She smiled cheerfully: "The eldest sister is not here, the second sister feels sorry for you, and she doesn't say it, so I have to pull this thread." ”

Look at what he said, he flattered Jia Yingchun and hurt Jia Xichun. Xichun thought to herself: [If it weren't for Wang Xifeng, who was in charge, it would be this sister Tanchun, and I would be able to relax a lot if I thought about it. She chatted with her two sisters for a few words, and her cold temperament came up, and she stopped talking.

Jia Tanchun made a round and took Jia Yingchun and the two big girls to go.

The two girls were sent into the painting, and they obediently polished the ink for Jia Xichun. She knew the temperament of the four girls, and as soon as this cold feeling came up, she always had to read Buddhist scriptures or paint.

It's okay to paint, she doesn't like girls to read Buddhist scriptures.

Jia Xichun rubbed the drawing paper, and after a while, he rubbed the soft paper and said: "I was also soft-hearted that day, Brother Baoyu wants to love his little sister, I have to say a word to him." But who can take care of anyone in this huge mansion? If one day the Jia Mansion falls, you will go by yourself. ”

Startled when he entered the painting, his slender fingers greasy into the thick ink, and he forced a smile and said, "What are you talking about? ”

"You just laugh at me. ”

Jia Xichun closed his eyes. [The glory of this mansion, countless men, is not as clear as my little girl. 】

She held the pen in her hand, and the small characters of Juan Xiu flowed on the tip of the pen:

See through the three springs, how to treat the peach and willow green?

Destroy this Shaohua and look for the light heavenly harmony.

What do you say, the sky is full of peaches, and there are many apricots in the clouds?

In the end, who has seen the autumn survive?

Look at that, the people in the poplar village are whimpering, and the ghosts are groaning under the green maple forest.

Even more, even the sky and the grass cover the grave.

This is the fact that the poor yesterday and the rich today are working hard, and the spring and autumn flowers are tormented.

Like this, who can hide from life and death?

Hearing this, the Western Treasure Tree is full of longevity.

As soon as the word 'fruit' fell, the bright white talent rose vigorously, and a nine-petal and eight-petal flower bloomed from the talent, and then withered rapidly. Jia Xichun pondered for a moment, and added three more delicate words on the side of the poem.

False Flower Enlightenment.

Every stroke, every stroke, every hook, every stroke is full of talent, and it is more than four feet vigorous. In an instant, the house was full of fragrant fragrance, and the rejuvenating breath brushed the house, and swept out along the corridor curtains, and the radius of more than ten zhang was spotless.

It's only three feet tall, and it's famous!

Jia Xichun put down his pen and stopped inking, his forehead was like a phantom space, rippling out a red mountain peak as high as thirty zhang, raging in the sky.

A five-year-old girl actually ignited Wenshan and has a talented literary position!