Chapter 13 You are better than me.

The way the other person scratches his head and ears looks like a six-eared macaque.

Meng Helan stopped writing instantly and walked over.

Seeing that there was a copy of "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming" placed in front of him, which was used for children's enlightenment and pen practice, Meng Helan sneered: "I thought I was the only one in Luming Academy whose handwriting was not eye-catching, but I didn't expect it to come today." A person who started copying from "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming".

Su Mingjue was studying the skeleton of the word and couldn't see any difference. Now he heard someone who was the same as him ridiculing, and he immediately didn't care. He responded politely: "To each other, your calligraphy is not much better than mine!"

This was the first time Meng Helan heard someone comment that his handwriting was like a dog gnawing grass. He immediately looked at Su Mingjue with some interest: "Do you think my handwriting just now was poor?"

Su Mingjue responded without raising her head: "Do you still think your handwriting is very good?"

Meng Helan raised her eyebrows, clasped her hands on her chest and said, "No, I just I think my writing is not bad enough."

Su Mingjue carefully recalled the text he just read, shook his head and said, "Indeed, you can't compare to me!"

People usually write better than others, and this is the first one. It was the first time that he heard someone comparing his poor handwriting with his own. Meng Helan raised the corners of his mouth. Could it be that this person also deliberately made poor handwriting like him?

He looked with interest at where he was watching "Ninety Percent" "Gong Liquanming" A person with a thoughtful look on his face, "It opens my eyes how bad your handwriting is."

Su Mingjue thought that there were still a hundred words to write, and was not in the mood to joke at all. He said with a frown: "Where am I now? I want to show you that. I want to copy this copybook and write a hundred words

, but I have no idea how to start now." Meng Helan said disapprovingly: "This copybook is the best in regular script in the world. There is nothing to worry about. Just be upright . If you write a hundred of them correctly, you will be able to do business, right?"

Su Mingjue snorted coldly in his heart. To put it nicely, just write a hundred of them correctly.

If he could write a correct handwriting, would he still use it to copy and write in Wensi Pavilion?

Su Mingjue looked at the square white paper in front of him. It shouldn't be difficult to write a word one by one, but it is rare. Why can't I write crookedly on this white paper with no squares or horizontal lines?

Looking at the lineless white paper, Su Mingjue once again lamented that the eyes of the ancients were like rulers, and they could measure the size of words on a piece of white paper with their naked eyes.

Meng Helan looked at the person in front of him who was reluctant to write, with a puzzled face, "What are you thinking about? Whether it is ugly or poor, you have to write after all. What have you been doing for a long time without writing? Is it possible that you still don’t want me to see how bad your handwriting is?”

Although the other party’s words were not pleasant to listen to, there was some truth in what he said.

Instead of lingering on the paper for a long time, it is better to write a few words first. As for the subsequent writing, if the writing is uneven, then Master Zhang can only make do with it.

Thinking of this, Su Mingjue finally licked the ink and started writing on the paper according to the first word of the copybook, "Yong".

Because he can't write calligraphy, Su Mingjue always writes stroke by stroke when writing. In this state, the words written in this state are wooden and look very dull and have no frame, but it can be clearly recognized that this is a character. What word.

Meng Helan was originally interested in Su Mingjue's bad calligraphy. Now she saw that the words on the white paper had no skeleton, no sharp edges in the places where the edges should be exposed, and no thickness between the strokes.

Meng Helan, who had previously been hopeful about her poor handwriting, now had to be convinced when she saw this situation, and whispered, "It seems that I am still too conservative."

What kind of cursive writing can let Dean Li take a look? I discovered that I was perfunctory. I should be like this person, writing in a boxy style without any form at all. I already have such an attitude, but I am not suitable.

Meng Helan looked at each other's words and liked them more and more, and admired them more and more. He immediately patted Su Mingjue on the shoulder and said, "You are better at this move than me!" When

Su Mingjue heard this, a confused expression appeared on his face. "What?"

Meng Helan raised her eyes, pointed at his handwriting and said, "Your handwriting is worse than mine."

Su Mingjue: "..."

Meng Helan seemed to really admire his handwriting. In addition to having some problems with clicking on the words he wrote, he also tutted at the posture of Su Mingjue's hand holding the pen, "It's such a good disguise. Even the strength of the wrist has been taken into consideration. I am nothing compared to you." "Great witch."

Su Mingjue didn't know if the person in front of him was missing something. He knew that his handwriting was poor, but he deliberately stepped on him.

No matter how he knew that his handwriting was poor and he was criticized repeatedly, Su Mingjue couldn't help it, "Thank you, I understand, there is no need to praise me like this."

Meng Helan thought that the other party did the same as him, so she was not polite at the moment Said: "You're welcome, that's right."

Su Mingjue: "..."

It was getting late, and she had ninety-nine words to write. After Su Mingjue said that sentence, she began to take it seriously. He started writing "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming".

Meng Helan thought it was strange at first, but after a while, he realized that the person in front of him was really not pretending. After all, his eyes were serious when he wrote.

He felt a little embarrassed for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't help but remind him.

"Would you like to change the way you hold the pen?"

Su Mingjue stopped and looked at him.

This was the first time that Su Mingjue took a serious look at the person in front of him, and realized that this person was very good-looking. Although the Confucian shirt he wore was not formal and the collar was slightly loose, it unexpectedly suited him.

It seemed as if this slightly unruly Confucian shirt should be worn on him like this, without any sense of inconsistency.

A closer look at his facial features looks like they have been carved with a knife. He is wild and arrogant, his face is slightly resolute, his eyebrows are slightly raised, which makes his eyes bright and sharp, giving him a relatively bohemian and casual look.

There was a trace of hesitation on his face at this moment, as if he was debating whether to tell him the correct way to write.

Su Mingjue saw that he was not bad, so he immediately asked: "What's wrong with the way I hold the pen?"

Meng Helan heard the other party asking and guessed that the other party really wanted to know. He walked around the desk and got behind Su Mingjue and held him from behind. Hand holding pen.

Su Mingjue was frightened by the sudden approach, and her hands shook.

The other party rarely became serious and said, "Relax", "Follow my hand and I'll help you write one. You should be able to feel the power of this writing."

Su Mingjue tried to follow what he said. I moved my pen in the right direction, and sure enough, my writing became much smoother, and when I looked at the words I wrote, it immediately became more durable and pleasing to the eye.

He smiled and said in surprise: "I seem to know how to write."

"I know how to write." Meng Helan was surprised when he heard this, "It turns out you really don't know how to write. I thought... ."

Su Mingjue buried his head and continued writing, and then said: "Why do you think so?"

Meng Helan paused and did not continue the conversation. He saw that the time was getting late, and turned back to the square table where he had just written.

Picking up the pen that I had put down before, I licked the ink on the tip of the pen again with my hand. After thinking about it for a moment, the regular and rigid regular script in my hand jumped out on the paper. The writing power was three points less than before, and the skeleton was broken and soft. Lying on it softly, without much energy.

After a while, a blank sheet of paper was filled.

When he put the pen on the pen holder, the person opposite was still writing hard, his expression looked quite relaxed, and the pen on his wrist was much better than before. However, half of the white paper was filled with words, but the intervals were crooked. , not neat at all, this roll looks like it will be punished by the master again.

If it hadn't been getting late, he would have really wanted to teach him a thing or two, but now he had something to do, so he took the paper he wrote and left Wensi Pavilion.