Jia Lian picked and picked through the Jun porcelain pen holder, picked out a seven-purple three-wool pen of suitable size, and played with it leisurely:
"When I play this brush, as long as you can play with the same technique as me, I will lose even if you win."
Qingwen thought about it and seemed to feel that this matter shouldn't be so simple, but when she thought about not having to have a headache every day to write, she was willing to take a gamble.
So she hesitated and raised her head:
"Okay, keep your word and don't regret it."
Jia Lian stretched out his hand:
"High fives are an oath, and no one is allowed to go back on it."
Qingwen immediately slapped her soft and white palm up:
"High-five the oath, the one who regrets it is the son of a bitch."
Jia Lian picked up the brush and began to laugh secretly in his heart:
The cuteness of this little sister Qingwen lies in her simplicity.
She is so innocent that she looks like the kind of girl next door that every boy likes. She will wait for you at the entrance of the alley with her chin in her hands for a long time, then she will run over and throw a small apple at you, turn around and giggle.
The kind that runs.
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Jia Lian said seriously:
"You saw it clearly. Don't look back and say you didn't see it clearly, and then act like a swindler."
Qingwen stared at Jia Lian's hand with good eyes, bared a small tiger tooth on one side, and said contemptuously:
"Hey, you're just pretending. I can't do any tricks you can do. I can't even describe a dragon or an embroidered phoenix."
Jia Lian stopped talking. Suddenly, the brush between his index finger and thumb suddenly started to spin rapidly. The brush seemed to instantly transform into a flying spiritual snake. It circled around his thumb twice, and then it was silky.
The slippery ground circled twice on each of the index finger, middle finger, ring finger and little finger, then on the middle finger, ring finger, then back to the index finger, thumb, and then made a sharp volley, and the brush landed steadily between the middle finger and ring finger.
, and then the brush spun again, flying back and forth in Jia Lian's hand, flying up and down, making people dazzled and dizzy.
After a superb "turning pen", Jia Lian seemed to have returned to his student days in his previous life:
During the break, I will learn the pen-turning skills from online videos and I have to break many pens to show them off in front of my classmates. I feel very proud and feel that I am the most handsome boy in the school... p>
This is a pen-twisting culture that is widely spread in many student organizations around the world. Playing a pen on your fingertips to create all kinds of magical and breathtaking tricks can not only exercise the flexibility and coordination of your fingers, but also exercise your fingers' flexibility and coordination.
It also has the ability to control balance, and it can also exercise people's cerebellum and motor nerves. It is called one of the "extreme hand sports".
It’s quite bluffing in modern times, let alone in the world of Red Mansions?
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Qingwen was already dumbfounded.
The cute little girl looked at Jia Lian as if she were a big monster. Her pretty face was full of surprise, as if there were a few big words written on it: "This is a human too???"
Jia Lian flashed the brush in front of Qingwen's eyes:
"Don't act stupid, it's your turn."
Qingwen came back to her senses in shock, grinned, reluctantly took the brush, and carefully held it with two thin fingers, as if she was holding a stiff snake.
After thinking about it, I still tried to hold the brush between my index finger and thumb. With a twist, the brush flew out and landed on the ground.
Qingwen stamped her feet, ran over to pick up the brush, and tried again. Before the brush even made a full circle on her finger, it still flew out and landed on the ground.
Little sister Qingwen still refused to admit defeat, continued to try, and continued to fail.
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Jia Lian thought to himself: Hum hum, I have practiced this set of pen-turning movements for a whole semester.
At that time, I was like a demon. I would spin when I had free time. Even if I didn’t have a pen, I would still have a ruler to turn, and a book to turn to a book. The ultimate goal is that “everything can be turned.”
No matter how skillful you are, Qingwen, you can't even imagine that you can do it at a glance.
Little sister, your hair is still too young——
Jia Lian looked at it with a smile, as if watching a kitten flapping its tail.
So cute.
It’s so fun.
Really...it's really like a thirty-year-old man looking at a junior high school student...
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"You'd better spare that brush.
I just spent a long time picking out the cheapest one in your hand. I knew that if it fell into your hands, it would be broken and scattered.
Forget it, if you lose, you lose. You have to keep your word after all, right? Otherwise, you will lose all your character."
It feels really good to talk sarcastically to my little sister.
Qingwen was frustrated and unwilling, stamping her feet and saying:
"Give me a few days to go back and practice, and I will definitely beat you!"
Jia Lian pouted and shook his head:
"This is boring.
If you lose or win, why are you so shameless? Who just said, "It's the son of a bitch who regrets it" just now?
You are not just a bitch, you are a shameless bitch, don’t you blush?”
Qingwen told him that tears welled up in her eyes, and her face turned red from suppressing it, making her even more lovable.
She held the writing brush tightly in her hand and murmured for a long time before finally saying in a tearful tone:
"A thousand words...still in small regular script, is too much..."
Seeing that the time was right, Jia Lian deliberately stroked his head as if thinking:
"A thousand words...seems like a bit much?
Seeing as you haven’t caused me any trouble these days, it’s not that we can’t negotiate, but...”
When Qingwen heard that Jia Lian said that we could discuss not writing, she was overjoyed, and her face turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant:
"I just said that the second master is a kind-hearted Bodhisattva and will definitely not force me to death."
Jia Lian smiled:
"Whether or not you want to write those thousand words every day depends on how you perform when I go to Yangzhou with you this time."
"Going to Yangzhou? Second Master wants to take me to Yangzhou?"
Qingwen was almost inexplicably surprised, her eyes were still filled with tears, but they were already shining brightly.
Jia Lian nodded:
"I'm going to take Miss Lin to Yangzhou in a few days. You go with me."
Qingwen was so happy that she stopped moving and stepped forward to grab Jia Lian's arm:
"The second master is the great Bodhisattva, the second master is the Buddha, the second master..."
"Stop! Second Master, I don't want to become a monk. I just do good people and good deeds in the secular world."
Jia Lian was so frightened that he quickly stopped Qingwen and sent him all the way to the west.
At this moment, I heard someone calling outside:
"Second Grandma is down."
Immediately, there was another emergency gathering of service personnel in the courtyard to welcome the second mistress for "inspection".
Jia Lian pointed at Qingwen's slender fingers holding him:
"Be careful, you are not my little wife yet."
Qingwen stuck out her tongue, let go of her hand, and whispered:
"Then let's go to Suzhou? I want to see my brother."
Jia Lian rolled his eyes at her:
"That's just right. Since you're not obedient anyway, I'll send you back to your brother by the way. Don't come back with me. I'll worry less in the future."
Qingwen frowned and stamped her feet, let out a "hum" and said angrily:
"I won't leave! I won't ask you to worry!"
Jia Lian shook his head:
"You have to be obedient along the way and do whatever I tell you to do.
Once I’m satisfied, you won’t have to write a thousand small regular scripts every day when you come back.”
When Qingwen's face showed joy, Jia Lian said:
"Just write five hundred. You are too energetic. If you don't write, you will easily get into trouble for me."
Qingwen's face suddenly collapsed as if she had been struck by lightning.
"Why are you so stupid? Hurry up and put away your pen and ink. Have you written today's five hundred words? After you finish, go back to your room and go to sleep."
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Jia Lian walked into the main room with a sullen face.
(Qingwen: Who is this? He is still a man. He is always scheming. I won’t ask for your collection, but for your recommendation and support!)