Reading 5,000 volumes of strange books, Wen Feng is not dull, and he has been sharpening his long sword for 30 years.

On the way out to buy the needed items in the afternoon, Tang Rui sarcastically ridiculed Liang Chen for not escaping the fate of being a cow and a horse in the end, he just smiled.

On the way back, Liang Chen walked at the end with most of the supplies, and Zhou Yin suddenly asked Liang Chen why he didn't choose Xue Ji to come out with him.

"Because I'm afraid of embarrassment, in case Zhou Zhi knows about it, he will come to demonstrate again, and I'm satisfied!" Liang Chen said as Zhou Yin thought in his heart, his face full of helplessness.

"Hehehehehehe." Zhou Yin smirked at Liang Chen, "I just asked casually." ”

"I don't mean to say it casually." Liang Chen lifted the big pocket in his hand, took a breath, and sped up.

Back in the classroom, Xue Jiao shook the sketch of the space plan drawn in his hand to Liang Chen like a child.

"You've thought of the couplet you're going to write! Tomorrow Zeng Tong and the others will go to the teacher to write. Xue Ji said to Liang Chen, who was slowly approaching.

"It's okay, we'll write it ourselves when the time comes." Liang Chen took the picture in Xue Jiao's hand and said while looking at the picture.

The four of them were a little skeptical, and Liu Bingjian opened his mouth to ask Liang Chen, "Do you know how to write calligraphy?" ”

"I won't, but Du Ruo will, I'll just ask him to come over and write it when the time comes."

"He's really good! I thought the photos in his space were fake! Xue Ji was a little surprised.

"Don't say it, Du Ruo is really a cultural person." Liang Chen replied with a smile, "I also thought of a few sentences last night, you guys will choose it." ”

When Liang Chen was reading, Xue Ji called Zhou Yin to take a pen to record.

"The first sentence is a thousand volumes of books that benefit me, and an amazing pen."

Zhou Yin clapped her hands, smiled and flattered Liang Chen and said, "The team leader writes so well"

"The second sentence, the ancient sword does not sharpen and nourish the qi, and reading more good books is better than eating"

After Zhou Yin finished writing, she applauded again.

"The third sentence, good books are less sorrowful to read, and more fun to drive with iron pens."

"Is there a sentence with a sword and a pen at the same time?" Zou Li asked.

Liang Chen frowned, thought for a while, and clapped his hands, "Yes, reading five thousand volumes of strange books, Wen Feng is not dull, and he has been sharpening his long sword for thirty years, how about it." ”

"Okay." Zhou Yin followed Liang Chen's words and tried her best to hold him.

"It's too long." Liu Bingjian shook his head and said, "The door can't even post such a long sentence." ”

Liang Chen also nodded, looking at the wall, his eyes kept flickering, "That's it, reading a thousand volumes of literature is not dull, and it is bold to sharpen the sword for ten years." ”

"Sharpening the sword for three years is bold, how." Zhou Yin looked at a few people with some smugness.

Xue Ji took the lead in clapping her hands and said with a smile, "Last night must have opened your head, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other!" ”

Liang Chen said with some heroism to reprimand Fang Xuan: "There is another horizontal batch of civil and military skills." ”

When Liang Chen came back from dinner, Xue Ji and Zou Li had already pasted the white paper on the empty wall, and after Liang Chen praised them, he thought about what to do with the remaining blank space in the middle.

Throughout the evening self-study, Xue Ji and the others were learning how to make a pen with Liu Bingjian, and when they went to the toilet, Liang Chen and Liu Bingjian talked about his idea of making a sword, even if Liu Bingjian said that he would do it before.

Liang Chen is going to use bamboo, cut it into three-centimeter strips, splice two pieces, and then wrap it with strips of white cloth and paint it. Liu Bingjian's completely used paper is folded together from discarded English, geography, and historical newspapers, and then sharpened into a model of a sword and painted with paint.

The two had a tacit understanding and did not fight, Liang Chen only asked Liu Bingjian to do it first.

After evening self-study, Liang Chen went to Du Ruo's bedroom and asked him to make time to help him write a pair of words tomorrow. Du Ruo nodded, and asked Liang Chen to wait for him tomorrow at noon.

At noon on Tuesday, there was a cool breeze, the weather was not so hot, Du Ruo walked slowly with his hands behind his back, his head tilted, and Liang Chen followed him like a little scholar with a brush and rice paper. Every time Liang Chen asked Du Ruo for something, he was like this, and instantly transformed into a descendant of the ancient princely family.

In the classroom, Xue Ji and the others put together two desks according to Liang Chen's arrangement and laid out felt.

Uncle Du arrived in the classroom one step ahead of Liang Chen, and when he saw Xue Jiao, they changed to a gentlemanly style of a humble son, and the words of thanks to Xue Jiao and the others were all words that were not worth mentioning from friends, while calling Liang Chen to come quickly.

When there are girls, Du Ruo inevitably wants to show it, and he wrote three lines in a row, grass, and Kai, and asked Xue Ji to pick them. Du Ruo's grandfather was a teacher in a private school in the county when he was in the Republic of China, and he wrote well, but his grandfather unfortunately only learned to write, and when he reached his father's generation, he didn't even learn words and went out to work, and Du Ruo was forced to learn calligraphy by Old Man Du since he was six or seven years old, and Liang Chen also studied for a few days, but practicing calligraphy is not as attractive as Old Man Li's story after all.

Du Ruo learned calligraphy without his grandfather's beating, first learn regular script when Du Ruo felt that the official script was good, and when he learned the official calligraphy, he aimed at the line of calligraphy, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, he felt that the cursive script was wild and uninhibited, very chic, so he learned cursive again.

Du Ruo and Xue Ji chatted about the interesting things when they practiced calligraphy, and several people were very happy, and Liang Chen was left aside. When Zeng Tong came, he saw three words hanging on the glass window, so he begged Du Ruo for help.

Zeng Tong and the others were in charge of the blackboard at the back of the classroom, a few branches sticking to a few cut red plums on the left wall, and patches of white snowflakes scattered everywhere, now only the last word is missing.

"The edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Liang Chen muttered to himself.

"Correct." Zeng Tong stood beside Du Ruo and handed them to Du Ruo's hand one by one.

In the music class on Wednesday afternoon, after the teacher left, Liang Chen and the others began to make swords and pens. Liang Chen couldn't get bamboo, so they had to follow Liu Bingjian's method and use paper to make it.

When wrapping in newspapers, Liang Chen remembered the "Little Shenlong Club" he read when he was a child after school, and at that time, Du Ruo admired the foreign little brother who could do anything in it, and now maybe he is already an uncle!

With Liu Bingjian's super-first-class hands-on ability, it only took half a class to make a long sword. In the remaining half of the class, after Liang Chen helped Xue Jiao make the pen, they waited for the final coloring.

The last self-study textbook was English self-study, and under the soft grinding and hard bubbles of Xue Jiao and Tang Ying, Lao Zeng gave up this class.

Because of "stealing" Zeng Tong's cookies, Liang Chen had to obey her orders to help them paste words.

Zeng Tong's obsessive-compulsive disorder tortured Liang Chen very uncomfortable, standing on the ladder borrowed from the logistics department, his hands kept in the air, Liang Chen felt a little worse than death, after most of the class, Liang Chen stood on the floor of the classroom, there was a feeling of returning to the earth from space.

Zeng Tong patted Liang Chen's shoulder and said thank you pretendedly, Liang Chen learned from Liangshan's hero Li Kui and said viciously: "Your biscuits are really unpalatable." ”

When Liang Chen returned to his seat, Liu Bingjian and Xue Ji had already painted their colors, and Xue Ji squinted at Liang Chen and said, "Yo! The squad leader came back for the joy of helping others. ”

"Comrades, I would like to express my sincere greetings to you on behalf of the organization." Liang Chen said.

"Comrades will greet you too." After Xue Ji finished speaking, he raised his hand with various fuels and rushed towards Liang Chen, who made a cross in front of his face with both hands, intending to protect himself.

"Xue Ji, you eat that biscuit! I'm going to be tortured on your behalf······" Before Liang Chen finished speaking, Xue Ji and Liu Bingjian pounced, Liang Chen couldn't dodge, and his arms were scarred for a while.

Liang Chen rushed between Xue Jiao and Liu Bingjian, pointed at his hands and scolded loudly: "You two beasts, you actually ······"

Before he finished speaking, he only felt a coldness on his face, and behind him, Zhou Yin stood on tiptoe, raised his hand, and looked at Liang Chen with a smile. Liang Chen looked a little crying, his hand touched his face for a while, looking at the dark palm, Liang Chen turned around and high-fived Zhou Yin, then opened the bow with his left and right hands, pinched her face, gritted his teeth and said to her that there were still two standing there.

Zhou Yin nodded, the two of them rushed towards Xue Ji with a smile on their faces, Liu Bingjian and Xue Ji ran wildly in the classroom, Tang Rui and a few people cooperated with Liang Chen to block her two, Liang Chen and Zhou Yin smeared indiscriminately on her faces, after Tang Rui let go of Xue Jiao, several of them could not escape, and were suddenly attacked by Xue Ji and Liu Bingjian with Zhou Yin and Liang Chen, and the war spread to the entire class, except for a very small number of people who were spared outside the classroom, and most of the class's faces were painted with different colors, like military exercises in the army.

On Wednesday night, the classroom of the second year of high school changed like a scholarly courtyard.