Not worth it

Qian Yu looked at the paper and pen and ink in front of her with a sad face, thinking that she just wanted to go out and play, why couldn't she write two characters well?Qianyu, are you really a fish?Maybe fish can still write...

When Qianmo came over, he saw that he had messed up the desk in this small study room, his face and clothes were stained with ink, his eyes were in a daze, and he sighed, "Are you stupid? No one else can ask for this." Luck, but the brain is a fool."

The young master has never taught others with such patience. Who in the world can teach others like this?One day can't teach one month, one month can't teach one year, one year can't teach every year.

Qian Yu said flatly: "I don't know why, I think I can write in my head, but it's wrong to write it. It's fine if I can read, why do I have to be able to write?"

"Then as long as you can recognize the food, why do you want to eat it?" Qian Mo put the food on the table, and looked around the screen to see the four-faced "Qian Yu" that he still wrote.

"Of course you have to eat when you're hungry, and you won't be hungry if you don't write." Qian Yu said, feeling a little aggrieved, slapped the pen on the table, and said angrily: "I won't eat! I won't anyway. Write, eat and waste food for nothing!"

Qian Mo was so angry that he wanted to laugh, and was about to go out with the food, but Qian Yu quickly stopped him: "Hey! Don't go out, I'll just eat."

"Isn't it coming yet?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"What kind?" Qian Mo was puzzled.

"Always bully me!"

"Whoever bullied you, act affectionate!" Qianmo gave the fish to Qianyu, and ate the meat himself.

This unexpected harvest made Qian Yu very happy, and couldn't help asking: "Why do you think the young master must let me learn to write?"

Qian Mo stopped eating, and said in a low voice: "The young master started coughing up blood again a few days ago. He is afraid that you will become a beggar again in the future. You can find a job if you can read and write. How can he rest assured that you are so lazy?" Although the young master Don't say it, but growing up with him, he is as smart as Qianmo and knows what the young master is thinking.

"How could it be?" Qianyu was almost stuck by a fishbone, and his tone was low, "Sure enough, you can't talk too much when you eat fish."

After the two of them finished their meal in a dull atmosphere, Qian Mo tidied up the desk and was about to leave with the bowls and plates. Suddenly, Qian Yu said seriously: "I will practice calligraphy well!"

Qian Mo was not in the mood to talk to him too much, just said "you practice hard" and went out.

Sure enough, Qian Yu began to practice calligraphy well and earnestly, but it's not like he hasn't practiced like this before, and he still "knows what he knows, and writes as before".

Qianyu was anxious to death.

He's not really stupid, he just can't write.

The young master is still coughing up blood when he is by his side, which means that he is useless. Since the young master is worried about him, he will find a way to prevent the young master from worrying.

Qian Yu heard people say that after drinking some ink, there will be ink in his stomach, so he kept researching the lump of ink, thinking it was too slow, and then found the ink in the jar, and drank half of it.

He thought dazedly, when he wakes up he will be able to write, so the young master doesn't have to worry, a better mood is always good for the body.

When he woke up, he found himself facing the roof, what happened?

When Qian Yu turned her head and saw Qin Fei's gloomy face, she was so frightened that she almost flew away.

"Master, I will definitely be able to write it now!" He is a man with ink in his stomach now!

Qin Fei's gloomy expression became even gloomy, and he called Qianmo.

Qian Mo came over with a wooden plate, with paper and pens in it, looked at Qian Yu's puzzled eyes, and gave him a self-conscious look.

"Write." After Qin Fei said this word, he stopped talking. He didn't have a gentle and jade-like appearance on weekdays. People who didn't know him would think that he was in charge of debts in the gambling house.

Qian Yu thought about it in a mess, and picked up a brush to draw another four.

"Hmph! Aren't you capable? You can drink half a jar of ink! Can't write two words?" Qin Fei knocked over the wooden plate, sat up from the bed, and dropped the pen and paper on the ground. He started to cough up blood.

Qian Yu looked at his hand in shock, and felt that he was so stupid that he was going to die, there was ink in his stomach?

Qian Mo supported Qin Fei, Qin Fei coughed very badly this time, his eyes were red with anxiety, "Master, don't get excited, it will hurt your body." He gave Qian Yu a hard look.

Qianyu was stunned by his eyes, and saw that the handkerchief Qin Fei was covering his mouth was showing traces of blood, he was anxious, got out of bed and squatted beside the bed, picked up the brush and quickly wrote Qianyu Two words.

"Master, don't cough anymore, I can write it! Look!" Qian Yu stood up and held up the paper for Qin Fei to read. Qin Fei was thinking about him coaxing himself again, but when he looked back, he really wrote it, and he was happy Also gradually stopped coughing.

The handwriting is not bad, because it is practiced according to Qin Fei's handwriting, it is quite similar.

"You...you..." Qian Mo didn't know what to say about him.Why is this person like this, does he only write if the young master coughs up blood?Pissed him off.

But Qin Fei was happy for two days, because Qian Yu only wrote that one time and then he couldn't write again.He sighed, but he still didn't force Qian Yu to learn calligraphy.

Every day I watch thousands of fish playing with cats and dogs, but I feel very worried.

He also has acquaintances who are in business, and if it's really not possible at that time, just go and ask him for an errand job with a shy face.