Early in the morning, Mu Chen got up, and it was already determined yesterday that he should not be illiterate, and Mu Chen was going to the bookstore to buy a set of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Mu Chen didn't buy anything else, and when he got home, Mu Chen took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, ready to find the feel, it doesn't matter if he can't write.

Taking a piece of paper, Mu Chen began to scribble.

When Mu Jun came back, he saw Mu Chen practicing calligraphy.

"Sister, that's not how you practice words."

Mu Jun looked at the paper on the ground, and the corners of his mouth twitched, how wasteful his sister must be.

"Jun'er, you're finally back, I can't write, come and teach me."

Mu Jun looked at the brush in Mu Chen's hand, and the brush was wrong.

"Sister, let's learn the posture of holding a pen first."

At this time, Mu Jun was like a teacher, carefully correcting Mu Chen's posture of holding a pen.

After correcting it a few times, Mu Chen finally got the posture of holding the pen correctly.

"Thank you, Jun'er, write me a few words."

Mu Chen handed the brush to Mu Jun with a look of anticipation.

Mu Jun took the brush and was about to go to the inkstone to dip it in ink, but as soon as he dipped it in ink, he found that the ink was very thick.

"Sister, it's good to grind the ink just right, your ink is thick."

Mu Jun added some more water to the inkstone and stirred it with a branch.

Soon, I picked up the brush again and began to dip it in ink, this time just right.

"Sister, this is "one". ”

Mu Jun wrote a "one" to Mu Chen, and when Mu Chen saw it, it seemed to be quite simple.

Taking the brush from Mu Jun's hand, Mu Chen's posture of holding the pen was correct, and he quickly drew a "one" according to Mu Jun's on the paper.

"Sister, your sitting posture is incorrect."

Mu Jun looked at Mu Chen's hunched sitting posture, and came over to adjust Mu Chen's sitting posture.

"Oh, good."

Mu Chen promised well, but when he wrote again, his sitting posture was still incorrect.

"Sister, you wait, I'll find you something."

Mu Jun seemed to think of something and ran away, leaving Mu Chen alone.

Mu Chen waited for a while, and Mu Jun came, holding a wooden board in his hand.

Mu Chen: I have a bad premonition, it won't be what I thought!

"Sister, if you tie this plank to your body, you won't hook it down."

Mu Jun looked at Mu Chen, and there was a sternness in his eyes.

"Oh, okay, I'll tie it up later, you go get busy first."

Mu Chen looked at Mu Jun, expecting him to leave quickly, he would never be tied up, not to mention the seed, it was ugly.

"Sister, I'll go find a rope to tie for you."

Mu Jun looked at Mu Chen's embarrassed expression, and thought if his sister couldn't tie it herself, then I would help my sister tie it.

Mu Jun was gone again.

Mu Chen just wanted to say in the back, "No, I don't want to." ”

It's a pity that Mu Jun didn't know, and soon found a piece of hemp rope, which was thin, and the shopkeeper in the store tied the futon to Mu Jun and Mu Chen when he went to buy the futon last time, and it was used to tie Mu Chen at this time.

"Sister, I'll just tie it up for you."

Mu Jun smiled at Mu Chen, and that smile fell in Mu Chen's eyes, "Demon Smile." ”

Mu Chen: This baby refuses.

"I'll do it myself."

Mu Chen thought about it now that it was getting late, wouldn't it be possible to stop writing if he delayed it any longer.

It's a pity that Mu Jun is not as good as Mu Chen wants.

"Sister, I'll tie you up, you sit well."

Mu Jun walked behind Mu Chen, holding a wooden board in one hand and a rope in the other.

Mu Chen: I really want to die.

Mu Chen knew Mu Jun's stubbornness, so he strangely asked him to tie a wooden board to himself, and after tying it up, Mu Chen sat up straighter.

"Sister, you can write."

Mu Jun handed the brush to Mu Chen, Mu Chen took it with a wry smile and wrote it resignedly.

"Sister, your words are so ugly, I'm going to cook."

Mu Jun looked at Mu Chen's words and complained, maybe because he said the wrong thing, he quickly thought of a way to cook to make up for his mistakes.

Mu Chen: You wait for me, boy, see that I don't kill you.

On his face, he was happy.

"Jun'er, be careful when cooking, don't choke on the fireworks."

Mu Chen smiled kindly, but Mu Jun didn't say anything more and went to cook.

As soon as Mu Jun left, Mu Chen groped, took off the wooden board that Mu Jun tied to him, then sat down, sat up as straight as he could, picked up the brush, and wrote slowly.

……

After Mu Jun finished the meal, he saw Mu Chen holding a brush in his hand and playing happily.

There were still ink stains on his hands and a few drops on his face.

He knew that his sister wouldn't be able to write.

"Sister, it's time to eat."

Mu Jun walked in front of Mu Chen, serious.

"Look~"

Mu Chen wiped a little ink from his hand on Mu Jun's nose.

Mu Jun: Why is my sister getting more and more skinny?

"Sister, I'll wash your face with you, and we'll go to dinner again."

After Mu Jun finished speaking, he walked towards the stream, and Mu Chen looked at his hand and went too.

After washing, the two sisters and brothers returned to the thatched hut and ate the meal, and Mu Jun showed Mu Chen the words written by Mu Chen.

Mu Jun looked at what Mu Chen had written on the paper, some of which had been distorted, some of which were blurred, and some of which were indistinguishable.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and under Mu Chen's eager gaze, he nodded.

"Sister, your words need to be strengthened."

After Mu Jun finished speaking, he also pointed to the words that he had only practiced for a few days, which was much better than Mu Chen.

"Jun'er, let's rest first, okay?"

Mu Chen looked at the comparison, and the corners of his mouth twitched, the contrast was too obvious.

As long as you are not blind, you can see that it is Mu Jun's words, which are better.

"Sister, I'll put this one away for you, you practice every day this month, take out this one at the end of the month and take a look, let's see if the handwriting in a month will look better than now."

Mu Jun's tone was like coaxing a child.

"Put it away, put it away, you put it away!"

Mu Chen really can't bear to look at the word he wrote, he will be much older than Mu Jun next year, but he is not as good as Mu Jun, is this the advantage of the ancients? I can't compare to someone who is used to using a ballpoint pen.

"Sister, I'll put it away."

Mu Jun folded the paper, but Mu Chen didn't see where it was collected.

The two of them were by the creek, and after packing up, they rested.

……

Time slipped away quickly, and after Mu Jun left, Mu Chen practiced calligraphy frantically, because he didn't want to be despised by Mu Jun.

……

Small Theatre:

Mu Chen: "Jun'er, is my handwriting good-looking?" Is it good-looking? Is it good-looking? Say the important thing three times. ”

Mu Chen looked at Mu Jun, who was holding a brush in his hand, the tip of the pen slowly swiped across the paper, and wrote beautiful words.

"Sister, your handwriting is beautiful."

Mu Jun didn't hold the brush in his hand, and covered his chest, God, this is the only time I have said such a disobedient thing.