One hundred words, if it were normal, Yu Sheng could complete it in an instant with a wave of his hand.
But copying "Tie of Stomach Pain" is not that simple. For the rest of my life, my stomach will feel uncomfortable just after copying a word.
"Bear it." Aunt Qing said that the discomfort was just caused by the words conveying emotions that resonated with the body, not that the stomach was really uncomfortable.
However, Yu Sheng is born to be sensitive to words, and the emotions of each stroke are clearly understood in his chest. His body can't help but react, so it's fine if he can't bear it.
My stomach quickly became upset, and Yu Sheng's hand moved faster and faster.
"Tie of Belly Pain" consists of six lines and thirty characters. The writer had to endure the pain and wrote it in one stroke when his stomach was not feeling well.
The first three characters are still regular, and the characters are not connected to each other, just like the river water that has just burst its embankment, and the momentum is not obvious.
But starting from the fourth character, each line has a stroke to the end, reflecting the upper and lower lines, lingering and connected, just like the flood that bursts the embankment.
Toward the end, the discomfort seemed to intensify, and I wrote faster and faster, crazier and crazier, and the more bizarre I wrote, the images came out again and again, and they were full of twists and turns.
The anxious scene when you have a stomachache is expressed to the extreme in cursive writing, and you will be immersed in that scene at a glance.
What's more important is that these thirty characters were written in one stroke with full ink.
Although the momentum is coming from the back, the pen and ink are very light, and you can't even see the movement of the pen unless you look carefully, leaving a lot of blank space, and the momentum thus transcends the literal words.
After copying intermittently, I have already learned these words by heart for the rest of my life.
It's just that when I write, I have a heart of admiration, but I can't help but feel a little restrained when writing.
Now being restrained by Aunt Qing, and suffering from stomach discomfort, Yu Sheng simply let go and wrote it in one stroke.
He didn't even bother to look at the copybook, he just relied on what he had memorized, what he had practiced, and his temperament. He wrote so fast and so wildly that Aunt Qing couldn't help but look up and see how fast his writing was.
Dip in ink three times and write thirty characters three times. A total of ninety characters, and there are still ten characters left.
At this time, Yu Sheng's forehead was already sweating, which was all caused by the discomfort in his stomach. He didn't want to poop his pants in front of Aunt Qing, otherwise he would not be able to be a human being in the future.
I have a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder for the rest of my life, and I have ten words left, so I must finish them when I start copying "Bumache Notes" again.
But his stomach didn't give him this chance, so Yu Sheng wrote the last ten words with a stroke of his pen, "shuashuashua", which were ten characters for "sword".
I have been practicing the word "sword" for the rest of my life. I want to reproduce the word "sword" of my mother, so I am very skillful in writing.
After writing a hundred words, "Little aunt, that's enough, I can't hold it in anymore." Yu Sheng threw away the pen, held his stomach and ran towards the hut.
Looking at Yu Sheng's embarrassed back, Aunt Qing covered her mouth and laughed, then bent down to pick up Yu Sheng's discarded pen.
As soon as she placed the pen on the inkstone, Aunt Qing stopped laughing and was surprised to see the word "sword" on a page of book condensed into a faint shadow of a sword, and then disappeared.
Among the ten characters for "Jian", the last three characters for "Jian" all have the shadow of sword.
This talent was so high that Aunt Qing could not open her mouth from ear to ear. Before she knew it, Yu Sheng had already entered the art of calligraphy conveying love.
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Yu Sheng came out of the hut while rubbing his belly comfortably. He saw all the waiters in the lobby and asked, "Have you brought back Arsene's pig head?"
"Bring it back." Bai Gaoxing said.
"Really dead?" Yu Sheng stopped and looked at Ye Zigao. He just asked casually, but he didn't expect that Arsene really died heroically.
Ye Zigao nodded pretending to be sad.
Yu Sheng sighed, walked over and patted Ye Gao on the shoulder, "I can understand your mood. I was also very sad when the Golden Armor Immortal I raised died."
The golden beetle is a kind of flat beetle, slightly larger. I caught it by the lake in Yusheng. It can fly and is very tall.
For the rest of my life, I would often tie its legs with strong strings and let it spread its wings and fly high.
He called it a golden-armored kite. It flew much higher than the ordinary paper kite, and it also took less effort. Unfortunately, it was killed later.
Yu Sheng always felt that Baozi, who was wearing crotchless pants at that time, was the culprit. For this reason, Yusheng flicked Baozi many times.
Ye Zigao wanted to laugh, but held it back and lowered his head and nodded.
"Remember it for me." Yu Sheng patted Ye Gao and turned around to ask Bai Gaoxing, "Where's the pig's head? I'll make it later."
Pork head meat has always been my favorite for the rest of my life.
Fu Nan poured himself a cup of tea, "Commander Yu, isn't that too cruel?"
"Commander Fu, you don't understand. Putting arsenic in your belly brings you closer to your heart. This way you can truly feel my longing for me," Yu Sheng said.
"I miss you, uncle." Ye Zigao finally couldn't help it, smiled and pushed Yu Sheng, "Arsenic is very good, and it can run very fast."
"No way?" Yu Sheng's eyes widened.
Ye Zigao said proudly, "Ask them why they lied to you."
Fu Nan and Bai Gaoxing drank tea instead of wine. Seeing Ye Zigao pointing at them, they nodded to prove that Ye Zigao's words were true.
"Arsenic was so fast at that time, not as fast as Mao Mao." Ye Zigao continued.
"You've gone too far." Bai Gaoxing said, "Arsenic's four short hooves are sitting there."
"It's very fast anyway." Ye Zigao said to Yu Sheng, "Are you surprised? You didn't expect arsenic to be so fast, right?"
"I'm a little surprised." Yu Sheng nodded, and he said with regret: "So, I can't eat the pig head meat?"
"Get out, get out." Ye Zigao stood up and kicked Yu Sheng, but Yu Sheng quickly dodged away.
"I have a secret that I have not told you." Ye Zigao said, "If you offend me so much, then I will tell you later."
This secret has been hidden in Ye Zigao's heart for a long time. He hid it in his stomach the last time he went to the Xishan Bamboo Forest.
"What secret?" Yu Sheng stopped just as he was about to go upstairs.
"Want to hear it?" Ye Zi raised his head and saw Yu Sheng nodding, "Then you can compliment me or praise me."
He has been humiliated for the rest of his life, but now he has to let the shopkeeper praise him.
Yu Sheng smiled kindly and said, "Do we need compliments between two brothers?"
"Then I won't say it. This has something to do with you and your aunt." Ye Zigao looked enigmatic.
As soon as I heard that it was related to myself and my aunt, Yu Sheng's eyes started to roll.
Bai happily said: "Shopkeeper, please pay attention to your moral integrity. Don't betray your conscience because of this."
"Don't worry, my conscience is priceless." I vowed to Ye Zigao for the rest of my life.
"Hey", Yu Sheng then glanced at Ye Zigao disdainfully, "Although you are the only one in the inn who looks like me, I will not bow my head because of this."
"That's good." Fu Nan said, "He's just here, and he still wants to compliment me? I, the rich commander of the Imperial Guard, are still here."
Bai Gaoxing stroked his forehead, why were there so many inconspicuous people around him?
"Who is the orthodox leader?" the black girl ran into the inn and asked after hearing the words. The money on her body made a clanging sound.
Fu Nan coughed and said, "I am the orthodox leader."
"Didn't you just say it was the deputy?" The black girl was puzzled.
"My surname is Fu, and the rich are rich, so I am called Fu Commander." It is difficult for Fu to correct it seriously. This is a big problem and cannot be taken lightly.
"Oh, I understand." The black girl suddenly realized, "Then your last name is quite unlucky. Even if you are a good person, you will be regarded as a bad person."
"Why don't you give me your last name? Dugu is difficult, and it sounds domineering." Hei Niu enthusiastically expanded the Dugu family.
"Forget it, my father's surname is Fu, and I can't change it even if I want to." Fu Nan declined politely.
"That's such a pity." The black girl looked at the rich and troubled with pity, "The rich and troubled don't make money when they hear it. It's better to call them rich and noble."
"Wealth is like a dog." Yu Sheng said, if you don't want to be rich, don't forget each other.