Three tablespoons of rice, then three vegetables, stood out from a large bowl, like a hill, but the person holding it was small and lean.
That scene was so eye-catching no matter how you looked at it, more than twenty students were shocked, even the cook and the servant were shocked.
"Are you sure you can eat it?" Fang Zian opened his mouth so much that he could stuff an egg into it.
"You can eat it, you can eat it." Xu Dajun found a seat and sat down, rolled up his chopsticks and started eating.
"It's been a year since I've eaten." Someone sneered.
Xu Dajun looked over and found that it was the young man sitting in front of him who had been acting weird just now. He didn't take it to heart and continued to eat.
In the canteen today, it was obvious that everyone was not thinking about eating, but all focused on Xu Dajun, who sat down and immersed himself in eating.
Seeing the steep hillside shrinking inch by inch, everyone was convinced that despite his small stature, he could really eat food!
Seeing Xu Dajun's bowl bottom out, Fang Zian couldn't help but curiously asked: "Can I still eat it? I can drink it again."
At this size, it is already the limit of fullness. If I eat any more, I won't be able to hold myself up, but it won't be comfortable.
Xu Dajun looked at his own, then looked at what Fang Congyun wrote at the end, and he could vaguely understand it.
What impression was it that his elder sister bumped into his crotch like a bowling ball on the mountain and tripped him? Or was it that he said he was a student of Fang Clan Studies at the poetry meeting yesterday before he mentioned it?
Thinking of these, I feel a little embarrassed for no reason. These impressions cannot be summed up in any way, right?
His handwriting, at first glance, seems to be good, but when compared with Fang Congyun's handwriting, it's like a buyer's show and a seller's show.
After sitting down, Fang Zian came over and said in a jealous tone: "It seems that Congyun has a good impression of you. He is actually willing to give you Mr. Yanqing's copybook. Last time I asked him to borrow it, he refused to borrow it!"
When someone came closer, Fang Zian quickly pointed to the two words written by Xu Dajun and asked him: "Congyun, come and take a look. I see something wrong with his words, but I can't tell what's wrong with them!"
Hearing this, Fang Congyun looked at the words and frowned slightly, "Write a few more."
Xu Dajun listened and understood. It turned out that he was a famous calligrapher, but Fang Congyun actually gave him a copybook? It was really...
Fang Congyun, who was practicing calligraphy seriously, didn't even raise his head. He was writing the word "What's the matter?" but when he stopped, the word became useless.
There is no nap at noon in winter. After dinner, I go back to the classroom, close my eyes and relax for a while. This is the time for me to practice calligraphy. My husband is not here.
Fang Zian looked at the word "university" carefully, touched his chin with one hand and said: "I heard Fang Yuxing read two of your poems first, and I can see that you are a very talented person. I didn't expect that your handwriting...
…”
Fang Congyun raised his eyebrows slightly, "What?"
After finishing one sentence, he stopped and turned to look at Fang Congyun, is that okay?
Fang Congyun took a look at it and saw something was wrong, so he gave a four-word evaluation, "It's tangible but not spiritual."
Fortunately, he was so pretty before that he thought he was pretty good at writing this calligraphy. It was really embarrassing.
Good impression?
Xu Dajun also noticed that the Fang family's children who studied here seemed to have a pretty good relationship.
Jungle chicken?
Anyway, he looks pretty good by himself! If he were to write with a brush, it would be boneless chicken feet, or the kind that would be crumpled into a ball.
"Mr. Yanqing is the headmaster of Honglu Academy. He has excellent calligraphy. His calligraphy is so precious that it is hard to find it for a thousand dollars." Fang Zian said.
Xu Dajun shook his head, "I'm full."
"What about my word?" Xu Dajun was puzzled.
Fang Congyun became slightly interested.
Thinking about it this way, Fang Congyun himself rejected it first. Judging from Xu Dajun's look, it shouldn't be the case.
Xu Dajun:……
The character "original owner" looks like one character after another. No one touches anyone else. They are all the same size and the strokes are three-dimensional. He really thinks it's good!
Fang Zian was already laughing, covering his mouth and just laughing, and then said: "It's okay, I can't tell you anyway, just wait, I'll find you the best calligrapher in our school."
A big character in italics was written, and there was only a sound from the side.
Xu Dajun shook his head. There was really no memory of the original owner.
Xu Dajun bared his teeth and said with a smile: "I want to invite my senior brother to play a game of jungle chicken together!"
After thanking him, Xu Dajun took a pen, flattened the paper, dipped it in ink, and began to write.
Fang Congyun thought for a while and said: "I will give you a copybook of Mr. Yanqing after school. If you copy it diligently every day, I believe you will make some progress."
what is that?
But this was the first time he heard about eating chicken in the jungle. Could it be that he hunted pheasants in the mountains and ate them?
Xu Dajun was stunned and asked curiously: "Mr. Yanqing?"
Xu Dajun had no paper or pen, and was just about to ask Fang Yuxing to borrow it. His deskmate Fang Zian had already handed him a piece of paper and pen in advance, and the inkstone was placed in the middle for sharing.
Fang Congyun finished writing the words he was writing, then put the pen down, raised his head and looked over, paused, got up and walked over.
However, when others show kindness to him, he should respond with a double response. Making friends is what he is best at.
What game is that?
Jungle... He really loves to go to the mountains and forests for recreation, such as hunting.
Xu Dajun touched his belly, picked his teeth with his tongue, thinking about Xu Yinyin, and then looked at the crystal-clear braised pork left in the basin on the side of the vegetable dish, and felt itchy in his heart.
He didn't feel any malice, and thought that his husband had accepted him today. It should be because Fang Congyun had not told his husband what he said yesterday. As his great-aunt said, he was not a talkative person, so he was very polite to Fang Congyun.
The cloud sense is pretty good.
After saying that, he raised his hand towards the left and rear: "Congyun!"
Fang Zian was surprised, "You don't know Mr. Yanqing?"
"Please tell me, brother, how can I make this word tangible and spiritual?" he asked humbly.
Xu Dajun quickly thanked him.
"Come over and take a look!" Fang Zian waved his hand and said, with a tone that was obviously familiar to Fang Congyun.
Xu Dajun had already finished a word of learning. He finished writing first, then moved his pen and turned to look at him with a questioning look.
If he had his own stature and appetite, he would be able to do such a bowl again!
Otherwise, his father used to say that he couldn't afford to feed his two siblings. One mouth is delicious and the other can eat. Anyway, everyone eats less!
Um?
Xu Dajun listened and looked at his handwriting carefully, but he didn't see that he was not good at calligraphy with calligraphy.
This person’s reaction is a bit loud. Is this word a good one or a bad one?
Therefore, after school was over and everyone else had left, Xu Dajun waited for a moment, and when Fang Congyun went to the back to take out the copybook, he took it with both hands, held it firmly in his hand, and then looked towards
Fang Congyun said: "I wonder if senior brother is free during the holidays?"
Seeing him like this, Fang Congyun simply took his pen, occupied his position, put down the pen and continued writing.
So I soaked in ink and continued to write: The way of a university lies in being clear about virtue, in being close to the people, and in striving for perfection.
But...he glanced at Xu Dajun twice more, and then quickly looked away.
"Perhaps you can get up every morning and brush your teeth frequently and use tooth powder frequently."
Xu Dajun was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he meant. He immediately closed his mouth and hid his teeth.
After a long while, he opened his mouth just a slit and said, "Senior brother, are you interested in playing together?"