It has been raining for three consecutive days, and the sky has become a little dark. Early in the morning, Master has announced that the weather is not good and classes have been suspended. All the brothers stay in Qinzhuo Garden to practice calligraphy, but I need to write an essay.
An article titled "On the Advantages and Disadvantages of the War Guidance of both Warring Parties in the Battle of Guandu".
Alas, I just walked away from the Art of War class and came to my senses. I didn’t expect Master to be so petty-minded!
Outside the window, the raindrops pattered on the willow treetops, falling silently into the Jingshui Lake. I sat at the table with a purple pen in my hand. The rice paper in front of me was blank except for an ink drop.
I remembered that five days ago, Brother Eleven had rolled up my large carved box. I was very angry. Early the next morning, I went to Yinyi Zhai and complained to Master about his various evil deeds. I also made a sincere request to Master.
Let me follow you back to Senior Brother Ten.
Master pondered for a while and then told me that after the Dragon Boat Festival, Senior Brother Ten has reached the age of fifteen and is a grown man. If I continue to follow him, it will damage my reputation. Now there are only Ten Brother left in the mountain.
A senior fellow apprentice is the same age as me, and we are both underage. If we get closer, no one else can say anything...
The old man smiled and said a lot of good things for Senior Brother Eleven, but he just said, "Although Little Eleven is a bit naughty, he is still a kind-hearted child..." and so on.
I stared at the rice paper and thought bitterly, I have been with Brother Eleven for so many days and have not even had a decent breakfast, and now I am being implicated by him in making an issue. His heart is really vicious...
Soon it was noon. I ate my lunch in a hurry and sat down at the table with my pen in hand.
Alas, if Master asked me to write "Cao Mengde's Private Love History" or "Yuan Shao's Anecdotes with His Concubines", I would be able to write 10,000 or 8,000 words with great eloquence, but now I am very powerless with this article.
After staring at the rice paper for a long time, I finally landed on the words one, two, three... twenty-five, twenty-six, a total of twenty-six words.
I have had a rough idea of Master's temper in the past few days. I thought, if I can't hand in a decent article tomorrow, Master will definitely come up with more cruel and inhumane ways to torment me... Sigh... This is terrible
What to do...
I looked out the window very sadly...
Huh? Isn’t the guy outside wearing a white robe and holding a thirty-two-bone oil-paper umbrella the eleventh senior brother who made me make a fuss?
Why did he come to my Jingshui residence in the rain? Suddenly, I became wary.
Judging from the several confrontations I had with him, I was afraid that there was no hope for a head-on confrontation, and it seemed that I had to avoid his sharp edge. Therefore, I hurriedly took off my embroidered shoes and climbed onto the embroidered couch.
"Brother Eleven, you are here..." When I saw him entering the embroidery room, I pretended to be weak and weak. Fortunately, I had been sick for such a long time, so I was very good at pretending to be weak.
Seeing me like this, he seemed slightly stunned.
Well, I am very satisfied with this response.
"you……"
"I...I'm fine...it's just...I'm just a little...tired...I'll be fine if I lean on you..."
I feel that these few words were spoken without words, showing illness and sadness, which is very pitiful.
Brother Eleven glanced at me, said "Huh", and walked towards the table.
I was stunned——
Huh! What a noob! Seeing me like this, shouldn't he have to greet me dutifully? I didn't expect him to be so hard-hearted! Huh!
"Is this why you have become so virtuous?" Brother Eleven asked me, shaking his plain fan and pointing to the rice paper on the table.
I nodded sadly.
He looked at me lightly, put away his fan, picked up his pen, dipped in ink and swung it on the rice paper.
"No!" Those are the precious twenty-six words that I racked my brains to write!
I jumped down from the embroidery couch, took off my embroidery shoes and ran to the table.
Brother Eleven didn't even look at me and continued waving purple hair on the rice paper.
I poked my head in and took a look, tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect that my eleventh senior brother had quite a bit of wisdom when it came to writing!
But, no, how come the beautiful small regular script he wrote is exactly the same as my handwriting? I looked at him in surprise.
"Is your health feeling better now?" After a while, he put down his pen and asked me calmly.
"Your words..."
"Fake."
I only missed twenty-six words, and he could imitate it after just a few glances?
"Read it all first, so that your master won't show timidity when he asks tomorrow." As he said that, he unfolded his fan and walked slowly to the window.
I held up the rice paper in disbelief. This... this beautiful article that quoted from classics and quoted from many sources was actually written by the eleventh senior brother?
I was very frightened. It had been raining for three consecutive days, and the sky became a little dark. Early in the morning, Master came out with a message - the weather was not good, classes were suspended, and the brothers stayed in Qinzhuo Garden to practice calligraphy, but I needed to I had to write an article titled "On the Advantages and Disadvantages of the War Guidance of the Two Warring Parties in the Battle of Guandu".
Alas, I just walked away from the Art of War class and came to my senses. I didn’t expect Master to be so petty-minded!
Outside the window, the raindrops pattered on the willow treetops, falling silently into the Jingshui Lake. I sat at the table with a purple pen in my hand. The rice paper in front of me was blank except for an ink drop.
I remembered that five days ago, Brother Eleven had rolled up my large carved box. I was very angry. Early the next morning, I went to Yinyi Zhai and complained to Master about his various evil deeds. I also made a sincere request to Master. Let me follow you back to Senior Brother Ten.
Master pondered for a while and then told me that after the Dragon Boat Festival, Senior Brother Ten has reached the age of fifteen and is a grown man. If I continue to follow him, it will damage my reputation. Now there are only Ten Brother left in the mountain. A senior fellow apprentice is the same age as me, and we are both underage. If we get closer, no one else can say anything...
The old man smiled and said a lot of good things for Senior Brother Eleven, but he just said, "Although Little Eleven is a bit naughty, he is still a kind-hearted child..." and so on.
I stared at the rice paper and thought bitterly, I have been with Brother Eleven for so many days and have not even had a decent breakfast, and now I am being implicated by him in making an issue. His heart is really vicious...
Soon it was noon. I ate my lunch in a hurry and sat down at the table with my pen in hand.
Alas, if Master asked me to write "Cao Mengde's Private Love History" or "Yuan Shao's Anecdotes with His Concubines", I would be able to write 10,000 or 8,000 words with great eloquence, but now I am very powerless with this article.
After staring at the rice paper for a long time, I finally landed on the words one, two, three... twenty-five, twenty-six, a total of twenty-six words.
I have had a rough idea of Master's temper in the past few days. I thought, if I can't hand in a decent article tomorrow, Master will definitely come up with more cruel and inhumane ways to torment me... Sigh... This is terrible What to do...
I looked out the window very sadly...
Huh? Isn’t the guy outside wearing a white robe and holding a thirty-two-bone oil-paper umbrella the eleventh senior brother who made me make a fuss?
Why did he come to my Jingshui residence in the rain? Suddenly, I became wary.
Judging from the several confrontations I had with him, I was afraid that there was no hope for a head-on confrontation, and it seemed that I had to avoid his sharp edge. Therefore, I hurriedly took off my embroidered shoes and climbed onto the embroidered couch.
"Brother Eleven, you are here..." When I saw him entering the embroidery room, I pretended to be weak and weak. Fortunately, I had been sick for such a long time, so I was very good at pretending to be weak.
Seeing me like this, he seemed slightly stunned.
Well, I am very satisfied with this response.
"you……"
"I...I'm fine...it's just...I'm just a little...tired...I'll be fine if I lean on you..."
I feel that these few words were spoken without words, showing illness and sadness, which is very pitiful.
Brother Eleven glanced at me, said "Huh", and walked towards the table.
I was stunned——
Huh! What a noob! Seeing me like this, shouldn't he have to greet me dutifully? I didn't expect him to be so hard-hearted! Huh!
"Is this why you have become so virtuous?" Brother Eleven asked me, shaking his plain fan and pointing to the rice paper on the table.
I nodded sadly.
He looked at me lightly, put away his fan, picked up his pen, dipped in ink and swung it on the rice paper.
"No!" Those are the precious twenty-six words that I racked my brains to write!
I jumped down from the embroidery couch, took off my embroidery shoes and ran to the table.
Brother Eleven didn't even look at me and continued waving purple hair on the rice paper.
I poked my head in and took a look, tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect that my eleventh senior brother had quite a bit of wisdom when it came to writing!
But, no, how come the beautiful small regular script he wrote is exactly the same as my handwriting? I looked at him in surprise.
"Is your health feeling better now?" After a while, he put down his pen and asked me calmly.
"Your words..."
"Fake."
I only missed twenty-six words, and he could imitate it after just a few glances?
"Read it all first, so that your master won't show timidity when he asks tomorrow." As he said that, he unfolded his fan and walked slowly to the window.
I held up the rice paper in disbelief. This... this beautiful article that quoted from classics and quoted from many sources was actually written by the eleventh senior brother?
