"Changting, this time, don't let me lose again." Yan Xitong lowered his eyes and said with a hint of sadness in his tone, "Don't let me lose either."
After saying that, Yan Xitong turned around and walked out of the cave, continuing to leave me here alone.
Looking at "The Bird in the Bottle" written by Yan Xiaoqing himself, the handwriting of flying dragons and phoenixes reveals the arrogance and arrogance of the owner.
My father said that fonts can express a person's true inner feelings. The words written when happy are usually very neat; the words written when irritable are often cursive; the words written when sad and lonely, although neat, are often sloppy.
With my understanding, I may never be able to understand Yan Xiaoqing's mood when he wrote this "Sparrow in the Screen".
I read this article from beginning to end in silence, and I can’t remember how many times I read it. This scene reminded me of my childhood, when my husband would first let me read it, and then let me copy it. After copying it a dozen times,
When I was asked to recite again, every time I couldn't recite it, the old man would hit my palm with a ruler. I would recite it intermittently while crying.
Is it possible for someone to come over now and recite it while slapping my palm?
…
"If you don't memorize the text well, why are you looking for me?" Qi Xuan was nagging behind me in annoyance.
After dragging Qi Xuan into the cave, I immediately put a piece of rattan into his hand: "Take it."
Qi Xuan looked at the cane in his hand dryly: "What are you doing?"
I took a deep breath and stretched out my palm in front of him: "From now on, if you can't recite it, or if you recite it wrongly, you can hit me with this."
Qi Xuan stared at me in horror: "You are really a bitch, you only want to be beaten by others."
If another person said this, I would definitely fall out.
"This method is really useful. Don't believe it. Think about it. When have I been hit on the back that I wasn't the most fluent?"
Qi Xuan recalled the situation and suddenly realized: "That seems to be what happened."
He took the cane whip and made some gestures in his hand.
"start."
After taking several deep breaths, I closed my eyes and contemplated.
It's completely blank... It's so blank.
I looked at Qi Xuan weakly: "I...I seem to have forgotten."
Phew, the rattan fell on my palm, and the burning pain spread from my palm to my whole body. It hurt me.
"Last year...you returned home and saw an abandoned screen beside the road..." Stimulated by the pain, I actually searched for some clips.
Qi Xuan originally just wanted to try it, but he didn't expect it to work. He was immediately puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"
I rubbed my palms and endured the pain and said, "Don't interrupt, remember, if I can't recite it, hit me with this."
Qi Xuan couldn't bear it: "Recite a sentence and give it a beating. When you finish reciting it, can you still have this hand?"
"this……"
Qi Xuan glanced at the content on the wall helplessly, and then recited the full text fluently in front of me.
"You don't know how to do something so simple, Putao, what on earth is going on in your head?"
Seeing Qi Xuan, I suddenly realized with panic.
I finally understand why I can’t get along with those princesses. Regardless of appearance and family affairs, there are always a few princesses who are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Such people no matter what kind of occasion or competition they are in.
, a freak who can always easily win the top three places.
