Zhang Bi said: "Mr. talked about Wei Shi during the day, and he didn't have time to say a few more words, so he became ill and didn't have much homework." ”

Ji Qingling nodded, turned his head to look at Zhao Fang again, and asked him, "Are you two making the same progress?" ”

Zhao Fang responded: "I learned the same as Zhang Bi. ”

Ji Qingling saw that it was raining heavily, and for a while, he didn't know how to send these two children, after thinking about it, he still had to find a way to detain people here, so he said: "I heard Zhu Yan say, Mr. only said two days ago that Zhuangzi saw Huizi, and the two of you can write an article about it, and you can write anything at will, and you can just explain it clearly." ”

Zhang Bi's face immediately turned gray, and he said, "Sister Ji, why do you still have to write articles?" ”

Ji Qingling said with a smile: "If you don't sneak out, are you honestly reading books in your studies?" ”

Zhang Bi pouted and whispered, "It may not be in Wen Shu......"

In the end, I didn't dare to speak out loud.

Ji Qingling said: "Your elder brother has been too busy to take care of you recently, and your eldest sister is also imtimeless, if you let them know that you dare to skip class, be careful not to let you go out in the future except for school." ”

Although Zhang Bi didn't believe it, he couldn't help but shudder.

Ji Qingling said again: "You obediently wrote an article here, if someone asks, I will help you say a few good words - they don't listen, but I don't dare to pack tickets." ”

Zhang Bi had no choice but to sit wilted, took the pen again, and stared at the white paper in front of him.

Zhao Fang on the side didn't say a word, he picked up the pen and slowly wrote on the paper.

Ji Qingling was not staring at the side, and when he heard the loud rain outside, he stood up and walked to the window to watch the sky and the rain, still thinking about the incident when he got up in the morning, but he still couldn't remember what he wanted to think about.

Sometimes the more you have to look into it, the more you can't remember, she tossed for a long time, but there was no result, and finally gave up again, and was about to return to her seat, but she could hear the first two children whispering.

Zhang Bi asked, "Zhao Fang, what do you want to write?" ”

Zhao Fang said: "I'll write what Mr. said, do you want to write it too?" ”

Zhang Bi pouted and said, "Mr. chewed it out and spit it out, you wrote it again, I wrote it again, wouldn't it be laughed at by Sister Ji?" I don't know, I thought I was copying your article. ”

Zhao Fang said: "What's the matter, it's not to take the top prize." ”

Zhang Bi said: "You don't know, his eldest brother is the champion, and his writing is poor, it doesn't matter if you show it to Sister Ji, show it to him, it's really shameless." ”

Hearing that there was a champion in the house, Zhao Fang was obviously a little surprised, but he only said "ah", his subordinates paused, and continued to write, and said: "Since he is the champion, he won't feel good about what you write, it's not good anyway, it's better to write it first, and save it for a while." ”

Ji Qingling felt more and more that this kid had an idea, but that idea was very strange, very compatible with his identity, and a little incompatible.

Zhang Bi has a deep relationship with herself, because she asked him to write articles, and he sat down and wrote obediently. But this Zhao Fang doesn't know him, the other party's surname is Zhao, and he is studying in Guozixue, although he doesn't know which clan it is, he will not need the imperial examination in the future, and he must be able to protect the official.

An irrelevant person in his own family asked him to write an article, and he thought it was because he was looking at Zhang Bi's face, so he actually wrote it.

He obviously didn't care about his own opinions at all, so although he did everything he did, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Ji Qingling thought about it and went around to the back to read his article.

The handwriting is decent, very ordinary.

Although the article is only half written, it can already be seen that the idea is very ordinary, that is, it is just repeated according to what Mr. said.

However, what Ji Qingling wanted to see was not these.

Although Zhao Fang's writing is good in style and intention, there is no bright spot to be found, and the sentences are sparse and ordinary.

He mostly uses short sentences, and does not pay attention to confrontation, as long as he makes up enough words, and the words he uses are very simple, but there is little repetition.

At this time, Zhang Bi had also written a beginning.

Ji Qingling walked behind him lightly, compared a few words slightly, and quickly saw the difference.

Although Zhang Bi is young, he was enlightened by Confucianism, and his handwriting is already good, compared to others, he is very magnificent. Looking at the article again, although there is only a beginning, and the writing is not an unusual point of view, it can be clearly seen that he has put his heart into it, and his Chinese words are also very spiritual - but only a few sentences, I have seen two places that do not make sense.

This is not unusual.

Zhang Bi has been in contact with either Confucianism or celebrities since he was a child, and he used to follow the prince Zhao in the Zishan Hall to take classes, although sometimes the progress cannot be followed to that step, the attendants will not stop and wait.

After all, Zishantang is mainly for the purpose of lecturing the prince.

As a result, Zhang Bi has seen a lot and has a high vision, but his own level has not yet been able to achieve the result.

But after all, he is smart, although he can't fully understand it, and he looks decent when he moves down three or four points.

This should be a common feature of the essays of many children of the pediatric clan.

Zhao Fang is indeed an outlier.

In the end, Ji Qingling didn't want to care about it, so he just looked at it, then returned to the table, and found a book to read at will.

The rain outside has not stopped, Zhang Bi wrote and wrote, and he didn't pay attention to it, and when he finished writing an article of more than 100 words, he looked up and saw that Zhao Fang next to him had already stopped writing and was looking outside, so he also looked out.

The sky is full of wind and rain and water vapor, and it is the scene of black clouds crushing the city in the poem.

Zhang Bi was still thinking about his brother Zhang Hu in his heart, put the pen down, and ran to the door with his feet on the ground, turned his head to see Ji Qingling also looking at the sky, and hurriedly asked: "Sister Ji, with such a heavy rain, can my brother still dig sand tomorrow?" ”

Ji Qingling said: "If it doesn't rain tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to sail tomorrow - but it doesn't matter, I can't do it tomorrow, there will always be the day after tomorrow, and the rain will always stop one day, your brother won't be able to do it." Then he asked, "Have you ever written it?" ”

Zhang Bi was bent on performing in front of Ji Qingling, so he nodded, returned to his seat, and handed over the article he had just written.

Ji Qingling took it and looked at it, first took a cinnabar pen, circled a few words, and pointed to one of the paintings, and said: "These words are well written, especially this one, which is very Wei people's style." ”

Zhang Bi's face lit up all of a sudden, his chest straightened up, and he grinned: "I also think this character is well written!" ”