The two sat for a while, patted their buttocks silently and got up and said, "Go back, I can't say I have to stay up all night." ”

Shen Jing let out an 'oh', got up and sighed: "I can't finish writing all night." ”

"Show me your homework." Shen Mo stretched out his hand.

Shen Jing handed it to him and looked at it, and it turned out that he had copied the thousand-character text. Shen Mo looked at his own again, and it turned out to be the same request, and the two couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The school rules are a total of seventy-eight words, and a hundred times is seven thousand eight hundred words, plus this, I have to write eight thousand eight hundred words tonight." ”

Shen Jing pinched his fingers and calculated: "There are still seven hours until tomorrow's class, even if you don't eat or sleep, it is impossible to write 1,200 words in an hour......

"Write as much as you want." Shen Mo gritted his teeth and said, "Go back and write." The two hurriedly parted and went back to writing.

Shen He was walking slowly on the ground holding the edge of the bed, when he saw Shen Mo running in from outside, calling 'Dad', he took out a stack of rice paper from the bookcase, and then picked out a comfortable sheep's hair pen, sat at the table, and carefully sharpened the ink.

"Did you leave your homework?" Shen He asked cautiously, lest he interrupt his son's rhythm.

Silently dipped in ink, hung the pen on the paper, and said softly: "Eight thousand eight hundred words." After finishing speaking, he opened a thousand-character text and began to copy 'Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, the Universe is desolate...... and a neat and beautiful line of fly-headed small letters jumped on the paper.

His foundation is very good, at first because he didn't write for a few days, he was a little rusty, and he wrote faster and faster. Gradually, his breathing smoothed out, and the anxiety between his eyebrows disappeared, and every time he put down the pen and lifted the pen without thinking, it slowly flowed out like flowing water.

Shen He stood behind him silently, looking at his son, who was concentrating and writing hard to write a book, and finally let go of his heart that had been hanging for a while...... In fact, he has long realized that since Shen Mo woke up from his illness, the whole person has matured a lot, he is smooth and easy to deal with, and he is able to handle things properly, as if he is a human being, making him a father sigh like a man.

And this kid seems to have opened his mind all of a sudden, with an idea on the left and an idea on the right, as if there is nothing that can stump him.

In fact, great praise, the appreciation of the gentry, and even some wealth followed, all of which proved to him how good his son was!

In fact, Shen He also knows that his son is born to be an official, as long as he can leap into the dragon gate and be named on the gold list, he will call for wind and rain in the future, and glorify his ancestors, it seems that he doesn't need to worry at all.

But the more this happened, the more worried he became. He was very worried that his son would not know why in the face of great praise, thinking that with his own ingenuity and wisdom, he would be able to achieve fame and fortune at his fingertips.

Because no matter how smart Shen Mo is, he must go through the six major examinations of the 'county government and the township hall', and compare his hard work and true knowledge with the scholars and students who study hard all over the world. And the thing of 'knowledge' is that 'without accumulating steps, you can reach a thousand miles, and if you do not gather small streams, you cannot become a river', and you cannot relax in the slightest -- it is not something that can be dealt with by innate intelligence!

Everyone knows the story of 'Hurt Zhongyong', but how many people can know themselves?

But I saw my son on the first day of school, and he threw himself on the desk without eating, and he was engrossed in writing. He felt that he was thinking too much...... 'This boy knows too much, and he is much better than I was.' Shen Xianggong couldn't help but sigh secretly, if he knew that his son was punished on the first day, he didn't know how he would feel.

After looking at it for a while, Shen He pointed out in a low voice: "The main pen is going, the deputy pen is laid out, follow the direction of the real pen, and then undertake the virtual pen." One trend after another, the momentum is connected, and the trend is naturally pulled out. ”

The silent and flying brushstrokes naturally changed with his father's guidance. I heard Shen He continue: "Only with speed can you see the power of regulation, and this kind of regulation can only rely on the heart. If you rely on the eye to compare the measurement, and then adjust it by hand, it will not be fast at all. The so-called intention is the pen first, you have to write firmly, writing a word has thought about the next few words, and thinking is not the shape at all, but the meaning, the shape is just the meaning of the outpouring ...... Fast does not guarantee a certain unity of heart and hand, but only when a certain speed is reached, can we forget ourselves and unite our hearts and hands. ”

Silence gradually forgot about the glyphs, only thinking about what I was going to write next, and the faster I wrote, the more I wrote, the more I wrote, the more I wrote, the more I wrote, the more I wrote, the more I wrote!

"Let the speed form the veins. The pause of breathing, the pause of adding ink, the pause of words, and the pause of line break are all completed in acceleration and deceleration. The astringency should be pushed, and the moist place should be pulled. The pen is soft to lift the air, the ink is more to speed up, and the ink is less to slow down. Line wrapping and pulling paper are like threading a needle! The so-called true qi drum is generated from the conversion of speed! Shen He's voice became more and more solemn, and the father and son were completely immersed in the way of calligraphy.

I saw the ink under the silent pen, like the water of the Yangtze River, rolling from afar, the speed is getting faster and faster, the momentum is getting more and more, at this time he only has words in his eyes, his heart is the word, his pen is the word!

Speed really makes the heart and hand one, and the content and the words are one......

When it got dark, Shen He lit the lamp, the ink was gone, and Shen He quietly grinded it.

In the silence, only the rustling of writing was heard, no one disturbed, no one was noisy, silently immersed in the black and white words, not feeling bored at all, nor bored at all, but there was an indescribable pleasure, lingering around him.

Time passed rapidly, night and day changed silently, and before I knew it, Daddy changed the oil lamp three more times, and the sky gradually brightened.

When the first rooster crowed, Shen Mo suddenly threw his pen high and shouted, "I'm tired to death." And he lay down on the stool and fell asleep.

Shen He couldn't carry him to the bed, so he could only pull another stool over and put it at his son's feet to make him feel more comfortable.

Shen He sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at his tired and sleeping son in a daze, distressed and proud, and suddenly said softly: "God, I won't scold you anymore." You've been so good to me. ’

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Chapter 2, Asking for Tickets......