After Li Jingchen went to work, An An went back to his room to practice calligraphy. He had no complaints about Li Jingchen's neglect of him. After all, he was the one who wanted to practice calligraphy and he was also the one who wanted to learn tennis. As a result, a week later, he
I haven’t practiced anything, and I have fallen behind even in thinking and understanding.
An An thought about it, filled the pen with ink, and started practicing stroke by stroke according to the copybook.
One page, two pages, three pages...
An An concentrated on writing, as if she wanted to make up for all the "homework" she owed this week.
I don’t know how much time has passed——
"Knock knock knock", along with the knock on the door, the maid's voice sounded: "Young master, it's time for you to go downstairs for lunch."
An An said without raising her head: "Wait a minute!"
Seeing that he didn't come out for a long time, the maid couldn't help but feel worried. Finally, she gently opened the door and took a look, only to find that An An was immersed in practicing calligraphy.
"Young Master, have you been practicing all morning?"
An An said: "I haven't practiced calligraphy for too many days, and I want to make up for my progress today."
"But young master, your fingers are red, please take a rest quickly!"
An An put down the pen, rubbed their fingertips together, and said, "It's okay."
The maid disagreed and said: "Young master, it is a good thing to study hard, but you must also take care of your body."
"I'm fine! Sister, please help me take a look at what I wrote today. How does it compare with before?"
An An said, opening the copybook she had written before, putting it together with the copybook she had written today, and looked at the maid nervously.
After looking at it, the maid said: "They look similar to me, they are all good."
"Almost? In other words, my calligraphy has not deteriorated? That's great!" An An felt relieved and said, "Then I'll go down to eat."
...
On the way downstairs, An An thought of something and asked, "By the way, has Brother Xuyang come back these days?"
The maid shook her head and said, "Master Xu Yang has not come back."
An An said depressedly: "Well, the Chinese New Year is almost here. If Brother Xuyang doesn't go home, wouldn't he be very lonely?"
The maid comforted him: "No, Master Xuyang has a wide circle and many friends, so he will not be lonely."
...
At this time, Li Xuyang, who was being talked about by An An, was staying in a friend's motorcycle factory, repairing heavy motorcycles.
Ji Heng's car factory is filled with the atmosphere of heavy metal, coupled with the playing of rock music and the graffiti walls designed with spray paint, making it a gathering place for the rich second generation.
In addition to buying cars, the rich second generation can also play with cars, race cars, and repair cars here. But recently, there is one more thing, which is to develop friendship with Li Xuyang.
At this moment, Ji Heng, the owner of a car factory, came over and said to Li Xuyang: "Fourth Young Master Li, please come over and have a drink."
"No." Li Xuyang was repairing a Harley motorcycle in the workshop. He was seen kneeling on the ground with one knee, holding a tool pliers in the other hand, and skillfully removed the scratched and peeling paint board from the body.
Ji Heng had no choice but to squat down and persuade him nicely: "Four Young Masters Li, we are all friends, so you should treat me as a favor and go have a drink with them! Brother, I will give you a salary increase later!"
For the sake of salary, Li Xuyang reluctantly raised his eyebrows and asked: "Where is it?"