011 Self-cultivation
Song Kaiyun didn't like writing the most, he was worried all the way, anyway, he had to copy it three times, so it was better to finish copying it early, so he simply went to the ancestral hall to copy the scriptures.
In this way, after copying for a whole day, I returned to the courtyard, and when I asked, I found out that Li Xilin went out after being called over by his mother, and he has not come back until now, he snorted coldly in his heart, crossed his hands on his waist, and pouted: "It's really time to go, I ran away as soon as I was punished, and I think it's my heart." ”
On the fourth day, he continued to copy the scriptures in the ancestral hall.
There was a table in front of the window, and the sunlight was shining just enough on the long rice paper.
Song Kaiyun began to write slowly, one stroke at a time, but the words written were all crooked like tadpoles.
I remember when I was a child, my mother found a teacher for me, and I had to practice calligraphy every day, but at that time, I wanted to run out to play, and I never practiced calligraphy well, and I really regretted that I didn't practice calligraphy well before.
It's all to blame on my father, if I didn't cover myself when I ran away by myself before, then I must be a good handwriter now.
"Hey, Lu Lianyi's words must be very good, my font is seen to be ironclad and exposed." Song Kaiyun crumpled the page in his hand and threw it on the ground.
Exhale a breath, adjust your mood, and write again.
A stroke, a stroke, to control the trembling hand, remember Mr. said, the pen needs to be decisive, the tip of the pen needs to be strong and powerful, the mind brushed Mr. words: "The heart sinks, don't think about those miscellaneous things, forget everything, focus only on the tip of the pen." ”
Song Kaiyun thought about Mr.'s words, and slowly, unconsciously, wrote a whole page.
The rice paper was three feet long, and it was written from the right to the left, and it took nearly half an hour.
Although progress is a little slow, the page doesn't look so crooked. It's far from the pen, but it's neat.
Li Xilin stepped into the ancestral hall.
Song Kaiyun was wearing a pale green dress, the sunlight poured in through the window, soaking half of her body, although she was bending over to write, she could also see the straight waist board, and the curved body outlined a faint oil painting.
Walking in softly, after a while, Li Xilin opened his mouth and asked, "Are you tired?" ”
Song Kaiyun found Li Xilin by his side: "When did you come?" ”
"It's been a while."
"Why don't you speak."
"Look at your writing."
Song Kaiyun didn't answer, because she knew that her handwriting was not good-looking, and it would be humiliating to ask any more. He coughed twice in his tactical suit, and then continued to write in ink.
"You're wrong, that's not how it was written." Li Xilin pointed to the heart character that Song Kaiyun had just written: "The dots on both sides of this heart character should be on a parallel line, not one high and one low, and the heart will be unstable." ”
I saw Li Xilin take the brush from Song Kaiyun's hand and write a standard 'heart' on the blank space on the side.
Song Kaiyun looked at his written words: "The writing is not bad." ”
Li Xilin smiled and put the brush aside: "My writing is neat at most, but compared to you, it is even better." ”
Song Kaiyun: "You're here to laugh at me." ”
Li Xilin: "I'm here to accompany you, and as soon as I came back, I heard that you were copying scriptures in the ancestral hall, so I rushed here." ”
"Then you came at a really good time, yesterday when your mother asked me to go over to lecture, you happened to have something to go out, and now you happened to come back. Your mother also said that you are not in good health, but I think you are strong and strong; Didn't even sneeze. ”
"I know my mother, she won't embarrass you too much."
Song Kaiyun sat on the stool and wanted to talk back, but after thinking about it, copying the scriptures three times was indeed considered merciful, so he still ignored him.