"It's a fountain pen." Miki-sensei said as she looked into the darkness.

There was still no sound all around.

"Haha," Miki-sensei stroked her beard and smiled, then shouted again, "It's an ordinary and old fountain pen." ”

This time, he got a response, and although the voice was very small, it still couldn't escape his deliberate and sensitive ears.

"Hmph, I can already see that it's an ordinary fountain pen."

In the darkness in the distance, a faint voice floated softly.

Xiao Qing and Meiguo naturally heard it, they looked at each other and smiled, and didn't say anything.

At this moment, Miki-sensei felt that she was really fishing. There is a hook tied to the line, and the bait is hung from the hook, which has been sent into the water, just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

"But I paid a lot of money to get this pen back." Miki-sensei shouted towards the darkness she had just locked.

"Hmph, don't try to lie to me." A faint magnetic voice came one after another, "It's not fair, it's so unfair." Why is Meiguo's gift a small fire dragon, Aqing's gift is a ste or something violin, and to me this is a broken fountain pen? ”

"Do you know why?" Miki-sensei winked at Xiao Qing and Mika.

Two beautiful women with an IQ of 18 naturally understood.

"I guess," Xiao Qing said with a smile, "this is a pen with a story." ”

"Yes, yes," Mika continued the topic, "looking at the vicissitudes of the pen, there must be a story." ”

"Hmph, what can a broken pen do?" The voice of dissatisfaction came again, "Besides, this gift is useless." What age is it, and who will write with a pen? Also, can such an old fountain pen really write words? ”

"You're right." Miki-sensei praised, "This is indeed a fountain pen with a story. ”

"For everyone who wants to be a great writer," Miki said, shaking the pen in his hand vigorously, "this pen is like a lighthouse that can illuminate his entire career as a writer." ”

"Really?" A pair of small gray-black eyes flashed in the darkness, but the light quickly went out, "Hmph, it must be bragging." Also, what does it have to do with me wanting to be a great writer? I'm already a great writer. ”

"Why is this a pen with a story?" Miki-sensei seems to be talking to herself and asking at the same time.

"I can only think that it has something to do with the owner of this pen." Xiao Qing said almost without thinking.

"Yes." Miki-sensei responded dryly.

"Since it has to do with writers," Mika said slowly, "it is almost certain that the previous owner of this pen was a great writer." ”

"That's right."

"But there are so many great writers." Mika said deliberately, "It's hard to guess. ”

"But there aren't many great writers who can get into the eyes of Miki-sensei." Xiao Qing said.

"Could it be ......" The voice in the darkness gradually became hot, and the words were all said and done, no matter how dull he was, he should understand what was going on.

"Yes, there are really not many writers who can get into Dad's eyes." Mika deliberately tilted her head and thought, "Oh, I see, is this pen us, is it Mr. Dostoevsky's use?" ”

"Yes, it's his favorite fountain pen." Miki-sensei said proudly, "It is said that the Karamazov brothers (the recognized pinnacle of To's novels) were written with this pen!" ”

"Kara, brother Karamazov?" The figure in the darkness could no longer be calm, his voice trembled, his palms sweated, and his eyes stared hotly at the mottled fountain pen in Miki-sensei's hand.

"Hee-hee, hooked." Mika first grimaced, then deliberately praised loudly, "Wow! In this way, in this way, the pen in my father's hand was really used by the great writer Mr. Dostoevsky 300 years ago! ”

"It's not just for use, it's for royalty." Teacher Miki said loudly.

"Royal?" Mika blinked, "What does this mean?" Sister Qing'er, do you know? ”

"The pen of a literati is like a sword in the hand of a swordsman." Xiao Qing explained, "A swordsman may have many swords, but the most beloved one is often only one. When encountering the greatest difficulties and encountering the strongest opponents, the swordsman will definitely take this sword that is regarded as life to challenge. The same is true of the literati's pen. I think that a man as proligate as Mr. Dostoevsky must have used many pens, but there was always one that he loved the most. When his writing encounters a bottleneck, when his life falls into a trough, it must be this pen that accompanies him out of the predicament and rebuilds his brilliance. ”

"Well said!" Miki-sensei's small eyes were firmly fixed on the slightly old fountain pen in his hand, which he had already raised high above his head, as if holding a holy grail, "This is the source of inspiration for top writers!" ”

"A source of inspiration?" The figure in the darkness couldn't hold back any longer, this was really a magical pen, which had led Tuo Ye out of the darkness three hundred years ago, and now dragged Wang Anxin out of the darkness.

"Oh?" Miki-sensei smiled as she looked at the person who popped out of the darkness.

"Ah~" Meiguo deliberately covered her mouth with her little hand, "It turned out to be Brother Anxin, why are you sneaky and scared me." ”

"Sneaky?" An Xin deliberately made a calm and relaxed look, "How is it possible." ”

"And what are you?"

"Long nights, no sleep." An An said as he walked, "As a literati, as an artist, as a literati artist who has been in Kavin recently, how can you not go out for a walk to find inspiration on such a hazy night?" ”

Walk slowly to the shore with peace of mind.

"Aqing, good evening."

"Good evening." Xiao Qing responded with a smile.

"Mika, good evening."

"Good evening, brother Anxin."

"Oops, it's not, isn't this Miki-sensei?" Anxin is like he has just discovered Miki-sensei, "You've come back from the Birdman Market, how are you drinking?" ”

"Oh, did you just see the old man?"

"Not really." "But I still heard some of your conversations. After all, I've been working on Caven lately, and while I have dozens of ways to solve this problem, none of them are optimal when I think about it. You know, I'm a person who strives for excellence and perfection. If I don't find an answer that satisfies me, I'm going to have trouble sleeping. But at this moment, the spark of inspiration is always erratic and elusive. Just when I was at a loss, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, perhaps, what can the lake in the hazy night bring me? It was as if I had been called by the god of inspiration, and just as I was about to walk to the hustle and bustle of the lake, I heard a voice, this is the source of inspiration for top writers! The sound made me ecstatic, so I immediately ran over and then, and then I saw you. ”

"Wow!" Mei Guo praised convincingly, "What a perfect explanation, worthy of a great writer." ”

"Haha, I've won awards." Anxin rubbed his long slanted hair embarrassedly.

Wait a minute?

The perfect explanation?

Why does this sound so awkward?

"Looks like I've come to the right place." Anxin looked at Miki and said, "Did you say that sentence just now?" ”

"Yes."

"Could it be that this pen in your hand is a source of inspiration for top writers?" Peace of mind asked knowingly.

"Yes, this is the pen of the writer we love the most."

"Wait," Anxin held out a hand, "the favorite writer?" You're talking about the writer we love the most? ”

"Yes."

Miki-sensei couldn't help but laugh out loud because he wasn't good at performing double reeds, especially with a guy like Anxin who had stiff acting skills.

"Mr. Dostoevsky?" Peace of mind is still on track.

"Yes, yes." Teacher Miki shook the pen in his hand and said quickly, "It's his old man's royal use." ”

“…… That's great! An Xin deliberately pretended to be ecstatic.

It's a pity that the acting is too clumsy, the pauses are too long, and the delays are serious.

"Haha." Mika couldn't help but laugh.

"Huh." Xiao Qing also smiled.

"Hahahaha!" Miki-sensei held his beard and laughed summarily.

"This, this is a gift for me?" In a burst of laughter, Anxin said embarrassedly.

"Yes."

"Great, I believe that after getting this pen, I will soon get over the difficulties in front of me." Anxin said excitedly and embarrassedly.

"Shall we start the game, then?" Miki-sensei asked with a wicked smile.

"I'll come first, I'll come first." Mika clapped her hands and said, "I can't wait to touch the little fire dragon." ”

"Okay," Miki-sensei looked at Mika with a smile, "Just now Mika said that her favorite is Nedochka?" ”

"Yes." Mika stared at a pair of big innocent eyes.

"Haha, although I think it's a little early for Mika to read this book, but ...... It doesn't matter anymore. ”

"Let's get started." Mika said expectantly.

"I was surprised by the fact that the county lord moved the room, and I was in a very painful and nervous state for a whole week," Miki-sensei began the game he had played several times, which was to recite passages from Toshi's novels and wait for the other person to pick them up. Needless to say, this time he chose the bridge from Nedochka, and he was still trying to keep his mind in peace, "I was so distressed that I thought with all my might about the reason why Kaga was disgusted with me, and my resentful feelings began to rebel in my wounded heart. ”

Miki-sensei's voice stopped, and another childish voice sounded without the slightest pause.

"I suddenly felt a sense of pride in my heart," Mika recited crisply, "and whenever I took Kaga and I out for a walk, and when we met, I was not as reserved and serious as I used to be, and I even surprised her. Needless to say, this change in me was nothing more than an impulse, and then my heart ached even more. ”