A chicken in a phoenix nest

Chapter 19

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"Don't be modest." Feng Yi patted his head, "Even if you're stupid, I won't despise you."

He closed the book in his hand: "Let's start now."

He took out the inkstone and black ink from the cabinet, Feng Yi put them on the table, then took out a stack of rice paper, asked Ji Xiaocan to fetch a cup of clear water from the pool, and sprinkled it on the inkstone: "Come here and grind."

Ji Xiaocan walked over obediently, and said honestly, "I don't know."

Just kidding, he has never seen this thing before, how would he know how to turn a large black stone into ink.

Feng embraced Ji Xiaocan, put the ink stick in the palm of his hand, and asked him to pinch it: "Look good."

He held Ji Xiaocan's wrist and rubbed the ink stick back and forth on the inkstone.The water seemed to be insufficient, Feng Yi scooped up a handful and poured it on top, and continued to grind.Ji Xiaocan is very clever, and she immediately understood what to do.

Feng Yi didn't let go, and began to study like a painting: "Left, right, front, left, back..." He whispered in Ji Xiaocan's ear, and the hot breath he exhaled hit Ji Xiaocan's ear, itching.If it were a normal person, he would shrink his neck and turn red, and the cuter one would softly tell the speaker to stop.But Ji Xiaocan was not. Although his ears were still normal, at least a little red, he didn't seem to feel it, and he didn't even change his expression.

Feng Yi felt a little strange, and deliberately blew into Ji Xiaocan's ear.Ji Xiaocan finally had a reaction—he raised his head to expose more of his neck: "Are you blowing my ears? It's very comfortable."

... very comfortable?

In the past, when Feng San blew into Feng Er's ear, Feng Er would blush, snort coldly, and lean softly on Feng San.But if it's him and Ji Xiaocan, it's not the same thing at all.

Feng Yi suddenly felt a little discouraged—he finally wanted to tease someone, but the guy not only didn't feel anything, but also felt that teasing was as comfortable as a massage.

Ji Xiaocan noticed that Feng Yi hadn't blown into his ear, and didn't care. He lowered his head again, and began to sharpen the ink earnestly—he pushed Feng Yi's hand away, and began to sharpen it himself.

He imitated Feng Yi's movements well when he blows his breath, grinding left and right.Feng Yi quickly realized that he was pushed away by Ji Xiaocan, and his mood became even more depressed.

Helplessly, Ji Xiaocan seemed to be having a great time, and didn't notice Feng Yi's depressed expression at all.

After grinding for about 10 minutes, Feng Yi calmed down and told Ji Xiaocan to stop.Ji Xiaocan reluctantly put the ink stick aside, picked up a writing brush, followed Feng Yi's example, dipped it in some water, smoothed it on the edge of the inkstone, and dipped it in thick ink.

Feng Yi spread out a piece of Xuan paper, picked up the pen and paused on it, the tip of the pen quickly drew back to the side, and the standard dots of regular script appeared on the paper.Ji Xiaocan nodded half-understanding, and wrote a dot on the paper.Feng took a look at what he wrote.

"... very grand." Looking at a dot that almost occupied half of the rice paper, Feng Yi couldn't find any other adjectives, "Why don't you write a smaller dot next time?"

"But wouldn't that make it impossible to highlight my personal temperament?" Ji Xiaocan said reluctantly.

"Now you mainly need to practice your handwriting well. As for your personal characteristics, that is something you will develop in the future."

"No, no, of course personal characteristics have to be cultivated from an early age! Otherwise, you will never reach the highest level of writing in the future."

"You want to practice calligraphy to the highest level?" Feng Yi said with a half-smile, "Didn't you plan to continue learning after you've practiced 'I can't drink too much wine'?"

Ji Xiaocan came to his senses: "Well... that's right."

"If the handwriting is too distinctive, I can't read it clearly, so I have to rewrite it."

"Okay." Ji Xiaocan found some space on the half of the rice paper and wrote a new dot: "How is it?"

"It's not good." Feng Yi hit him mercilessly, "Practice another two hundred times and it will be fine."

"How about a fraction." Ji Xiaocan stared at Feng Yi eagerly, "Twenty times. I promise to practice well."

"You said this on your own initiative." Feng Yi deliberately pretended not to notice his eyes, and looked away, "Then you can write it twenty times before resting."

Ji Xiaocan suddenly realized that he had been hooked, but it was too late, so he could only practice calligraphy honestly while complaining secretly in his heart.

Practicing big characters and drawing chickens

Ji Xiaocan practiced calligraphy for several days.But being smart and quick-witted, he still made a lot of progress—from writing crookedly at the beginning, he could write horizontally and vertically later.During this period, Ji Xiaocan worked very hard, from grinding to brush washing by himself.Therefore, Ji Xiaocan has recently become obsessed with a new activity: ink research.

Who knows what's going on, Ji Xiaocan couldn't help dipping some water when he saw the ink stick, and rubbed it everywhere.Even if the inkstone was difficult to get, he would still grind it on the floor, and as a result, Feng Yi's floor was blackened with black spots.

Feng Yiyi didn't take it seriously at first, but when he found that Ji Xiaocan ran to grind ink for 5 minutes every 10 minutes of writing, he realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Ji Xiaocan." Feng Yi decided to have a man-to-man conversation with him very seriously.

"Why?" Ji Xiaocan raised his head, a large piece of ink was accidentally splashed on his face when he washed his pen in the morning - the ink was scattered between his nose and mouth, like a round beard.

"..." Feng Yi sighed sadly because he couldn't get serious, "Ji Xiaocan, Ji Xiaocan, what should I do with you."

Ji Xiaocan thought about it seriously: "Why don't you call me before you write, and I'll help you grind ink?"

"I'm looking for you for this." Patting him on the shoulder, Feng said, "When you practice calligraphy in the future, I'll grind the ink."

"How embarrassing is that." Ji Xiaocan scratched his head, "And I grind the ink myself so that it feels more natural to use."

"Why don't you do this," Feng Yi suggested, "I'll study the ink for you to write in the future. You will study the ink for me to write."

Ji Xiaocan thought for a while: If I practice for another week, I don't need to practice. Since Feng Yi has collected the Four Treasures of the Study, it shows that he has a hobby in this field, so he will definitely practice calligraphy often.

Doesn't Ji Xiaocan often have the opportunity to study ink?

Thinking of this, Ji Xiaocan agreed.

But soon he discovered such drawbacks.

Although Ji Xiaocan has been practicing calligraphy every day these days, she spends most of her time in confusion. In 15 minutes, 10 minutes are spent on ink research.Now that Feng Yi has taken away his poor rest, his working hours have suddenly tripled.

Sometimes Feng Yi would practice calligraphy with him, but when he wanted to help Feng Yi study ink, Feng Yi would sharpen a lot of ink for him in advance——Feng Yi has great strength, and he pays attention to methods when studying ink, which is better than Ji Xiaocan's. The efficiency of random grinding and research is not known how many times higher.Feng Yi refused Ji Xiaocan's help on the grounds that there was too much ink.He will give Ji Xiaocan a difficult multiple-choice question: one is to help him grind ink, but the existing ink must be practiced before he can rest; the other is not to grind ink, just use up the existing ink with him.

...Ji Xiaocan didn't want to choose either.

Ji Xiaocan felt that she was cornered.It is said that when a normal person is in a desperate situation, his potential is always particularly great. How can Ji Xiaocan, who has always been normal (that's weird), be an exception?So he thought of a brilliant bad idea, no, it was a good idea.

He decided to waste ink like crazy, of course without Feng Yi's knowledge.

How can we waste ink invisible when practicing calligraphy?

draw.

What can be called simple and cute?

Draw a chick.

Ji Xiaocan is a chicken herself, and she has seen herself in the mirror by the lake and river enough times, and she already has a general idea in her mind.Although the technique is not very skilled, it cannot be said to be unfamiliar in painting.

He secretly took a large stack of rice paper from Feng Yi's cabinet.He wasn't afraid that Feng Yi would find out——Feng Yi had too much rice paper, so he couldn't count them one by one.

When Ji Xiaocan finished painting his first chicken, he couldn't help admiring it closely. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was everyone's work: "I'm such a genius!"

The second chicken was not as well drawn.Ji Xiaocan used too much force when finishing the last stroke, and the chicken feet looked like duck feet: "This is a genius mistake!"

The third chicken looked barely good, but it was still not as good-looking as the first one, Ji Xiaocan thought so. "The genius made another mistake."

The fourth chicken seemed to be okay, a little bit of the first chicken.Ji Xiaocan stroked the first one: "After looking for a long time, you are still the prettiest. What can I do, I drew you on the waste paper." He was right.Originally, he just wanted to draw the first chicken to experiment, so he drew on the reverse side of the written paper, and there was still ink stains on it.It turned out that it couldn't draw better than this.Ji Xiaocan couldn't help beating her chest and stamping her feet, feeling extremely regretful.

Feng Yi stood at the door for a long time, seeing him muttering non-stop, so she came over and looked down at what Ji Xiaocan was doing.

Ji Xiaocan was pointing at a blank piece of rice paper: "Should I write this way or this way? Maybe it would be better to write that way."

Feng Yi sighed, "Whatever is good, write quickly."

Ji Xiaocan agreed and continued to gesture seriously.Feng Yi looked at the inkstone, there was not much ink left in it - it seems that Ji Xiaocan practiced very seriously just now.Feng nodded and went outside the house in peace.

Ji Xiaocan finally felt relieved, and lifted the blank rice paper to reveal the chick underneath.

The chick stared at him without blinking, as if saying: If you want to waste ink, just pour it into the lake outside the window, why do you have to draw them—it’s fine if it looks good, Ugly and let them be born in this world, it is simply a kind of torment.

Ji Xiaocan shrugged: "Ink is used for writing and drawing, if you want to sprinkle it in water, not only will it