The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

Under the quiet moonlight, Cheng Yi leaned against the bed and looked out the window quietly, thinking about what the two outside the room had said.

The kid actually gave Wang Ming the candy he bought, obviously he was reluctant to eat it, thinking he wanted to save it for next time.

Cheng Yi laughed softly, looked at his right hand, under the faint moonlight, he could see a very shallow scar on the palm of his hand.

The wound has healed, and the scar has already been embedded in the palm of the hand. If you don't look carefully, you can easily find that there was an injury there.

Cheng Yi couldn't understand why Wang Ming was suffering. All wounds would heal, and those who couldn't heal couldn't live.

People are supposed to be alone. People who are in pain will only continue to sink. No one will save you. The only way to survive is to climb out of the mud.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice anyone climbing up next to him.

"Brother Cheng?" Seeing him staring at the moon in a daze, Duan Fang stretched out his hand to block his eyes.

The small voice pulled Cheng Yi back from his thoughts, he withdrew his right hand, looked at the child who was lying down again next to him, and tucked him in the quilt.

"How did you get in?"

Why don't you continue to go outside, watch the moon and talk about life with that crying useless idiot?

"I'm dozing off." Duan Fang blinked and yawned, "Brother Xiao Ming asked me to come in and sleep first."

"Brother Cheng, why haven't you slept yet?" He asked.

"I was woken up by you." Cheng Yi said with a straight face.

Duan Fang felt very guilty when he heard this, he reached out and pulled Cheng Yi's clothes hem under the quilt.

He blinked his big eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry."

The night is really magical. Under the jade-colored moonlight, Duanfang's black face seems to have softened a little.

Unknowingly, Cheng Yi lowered his tone, "Don't do that next time." There are so many idiots in this world, they can't be taught.

Duan Fang turned his head away, shrank into the pillow, grinned, and stopped talking.

Cheng Yi frowned, "Do you understand? Don't keep telling them the truth."

This time Duan Fang even shrank his head into the quilt, he didn't want to answer.

Wang Ming got up late the next day. After Duanfang entered the room last night, he sat alone for a while. When he returned to the bed, his hands and feet were cold, and Gan Bo almost kicked him out of bed.

Gan Bo was about to tidy up the bed, but found that Wang Ming was still lying on the bed.

He patted Wang Ming's face, "Xiao Ming, get up quickly, you have to go to school."

Wang Ming was dreaming, he hummed twice in a daze, turned over, and fell asleep with his butt facing him.

Gan Bo became ill-intentioned, bent over to Wang Ming's ear and throated.

"Xiao Ming, your money was stolen!"

This trick really worked, Wang Ming was so frightened that he jumped up from the bed.He stared nervously, folded his arms around his chest, and scanned his surroundings with a defensive look.

"Where? Where is the thief?"

Gan Bo rolled his eyes at him, and threw his clothes to him, "Little thief, hurry up and go to school."

The four of them went to the familiar classroom again.

In class, Duanfang always felt awkward. Because of his right hand injury, he could only use his left hand for everything. He flipped books with his left hand, held a pen with his left hand, and wrote with his left hand. Yat.

It didn't hurt at all when the left hand bumped into the right hand, but looking at the left and right lines on the book, it was extremely unsightly, and Cheng Yi wanted to throw the book away.

Duanfang apologized again, "I'm sorry." I don't know how many times this sentence appeared in a day.

Cheng Yi didn't get angry with him because of this, so he simply put down his right hand and used his left hand as well.

Because the body has always been right-handed, Duanfang is extremely awkward when writing with his left hand.After two composition classes, he didn't even finish one composition. Fortunately, the teacher was considerate of his injured hand and didn't criticize him.

"It's so difficult to write with the left hand." He turned his left wrist, and his hand was a little sore from writing just now.

"The writing is really ugly." Cheng Yi picked up his notebook and regretted it after reading it. His eyes hurt because of the ugly writing.

"Huh? Let me take a look." Wang Ming stretched his neck for a look, and immediately laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, Fang Goudan, your handwriting is uglier than a dog crawling?"

Gan Bo also took a look, and suppressed a smile and said, "Xiao Ming, stop laughing, if you write with your left hand, it might be even uglier than this."

"Hahaha." After hearing this, Wang Ming laughed again, "I heard that even Bobo said your handwriting is ugly."

"Oh, no, I didn't mean that." Gan Bo patted him angrily, "Don't make trouble, who can write beautifully with their left hand, and they are not born left-handed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Yi took a pen in each of his left and right hands at the same time, and began to write on a piece of paper.

He wrote the pen with both hands at the same time, and finished it at the same time. On one side, he wrote the word "book".

"Wow." Wang Ming let out a strange cry, pulled out the piece of paper, and held it in front of Gan Bo, "Bobo, does your face hurt?"

The characters in those two books are not exactly the same, but they are both beautiful. Putting Duanfang's composition and this piece of paper together, it looks particularly awkward.

How could Gan Bo have imagined that Cheng Yi would be so bad, he would slap him in the face right after he finished speaking.

He simply covered his face and said, "Brother Cheng, your handwriting is so beautiful, why don't you teach Xiao Fang."

"If he doesn't have this hand for two months, it won't get better at all. After such a long time, it is still necessary to practice left-handed writing."

Cheng Yi's first-hand calligraphy is not worse than those on hard-tipped calligraphy copybooks. It can be seen that he has practiced for many years.

Duanfang pricked up his ears, he likes to learn things, whether it is new knowledge or practicing calligraphy, he is interested, but he was not able to learn much in the past, and he did not know much about the world.

He looked at Cheng Yi with bright eyes, more obedient and obedient than when he saw the head teacher.

"Brother Cheng, can you teach me how to practice calligraphy?" he said.

Cheng Yi ignored him.

Of course it's not good, he doesn't have the patience to take care of children.

Duan Fang persevered, "Brother Cheng, your handwriting is really beautiful! I really want to learn it."

Cheng Yi remained silent.

These boastful words have no technical content at all. It is only these words that are repeated over and over again. It is no wonder that he will teach him.

Duanfang was not discouraged, he straightened his back and sat upright, and said very seriously, "Brother Cheng, I will be very obedient and learn, just teach me."

Cheng Yi sticks to reason, and doesn't want to make a little trouble for himself.

This kid actually made such an appearance, do you think he would waste time and energy teaching him how to practice calligraphy?

"Okay, I'll teach you." Accompanied by an answer, the voice of reason was dying and struggling in his mind.

But Cheng Yi was unmoved, he said to Duan Fang, "If you want to learn, you must listen to me, and you must do what I tell you when and what to do."

Duan Fang was stunned for a moment, then asked in doubt, "Then what am I going to do?"

Cheng Yi didn't see any resistance on his face, so he knocked on the table in a good mood.

"Nothing else, just listen to me."

Duan Fang was relieved, nodded and said, "Oh."

Gan Bo couldn't stand it anymore, Duanfang was too honest, he was obviously a smart kid, why didn't he just nod and agree foolishly without asking more questions?

"Fang Goudan, are you stupid?" Wang Ming murmured, "You didn't find a teacher, but signed a contract of sale."

He also joked: "You're so honest, aren't you afraid that Brother Cheng will sell you?"

Cheng Yi saw it and made a note of him in his heart. He was not in a hurry to deal with such an IQ-level idiot.

sold him?

"Brother Xiao Ming, you lied to me, Brother Cheng wouldn't do that."

Duanfang wasn't worried about what Wang Ming said. Although Brother Cheng didn't seem to like playing with everyone very much, he was actually a good person. He remembered everything about carrying him down the mountain that day and buying him milk.

Cheng Yi turned his head and smiled.

Since he promised to teach Duanfang how to practice calligraphy, he simply made a copybook by himself.

On the simple graph paper, he wrote a word at the beginning of each line. He wrote a total of twenty sheets, and then handed them all over to Duan Fang.

"This copy must be completed within today. Write it according to the first word I wrote. Don't pursue speed when writing. When you finish writing, hand it over to me for inspection."

"Yeah." Duan Fang nodded happily.

Seeing that he didn't seem to realize the seriousness, Cheng Yi added, "If you fail the inspection, I will let you rewrite everything."

Not to mention, he looks like a teacher. He is strict and serious. If he were to be a teacher, maybe he is not a teacher who makes students get close, but he is definitely very responsible.

This time, Duan Fang answered with a louder voice, "I will definitely write seriously!"

Wang Ming looked at the copybook and asked curiously, "Why are there Yong characters all over it?" Shouldn't calligraphy be practiced step by step from dots, horizontal and vertical strokes?

He also practiced calligraphy when he was a child. When the teacher taught him to lay the foundation, he did it step by step, but it is a pity that he did not make a decision in three days and gave up early.

Hearing his question, Gan Bo also glanced at the poster written by Cheng Yi.

I saw a total of fifteen lines on a piece of paper, and the beginning of each line on the paper was the same word——yong, and there was no other word.

"Is it because the word Yong is the simplest?" Gan Bo asked.

Duan Fang didn't understand, and looked at Cheng Yi curiously.

"No, on the contrary, it is very difficult to practice Yongzi well."

A simple word yong, with both horizontal and vertical hooks, and lifting and pushing.

Cheng Yi himself has a foundation in calligraphy, hard and soft pens are fine, since he decided to teach Duanfang to practice calligraphy, he must follow the best and most strict ones, so he chose the beginning of Yongzi, Yongzi Bafa, covering the basics of regular script Bafa, if you can practice Yongzi well, it will be easy to write other characters.

There are two kinds of people who can't practice calligraphy well, some have no patience, some don't have perseverance, the former can't practice well, and the latter can't practice calligraphy.Although he knew that Duan Fang was a serious character, Cheng Yi still made him agree to those thoughtless requests in advance.

His personality is like this, and he rarely agrees to other people's requests, but once he agrees, he must control the sovereignty and has no other choice.

As soon as he heard that the word "Yong" was difficult to practice, Wang Ming laughed again, "Fang Goudan, I don't think you will be able to sleep tonight."

Cheng Yi said just now that these are for today and must be finished, and if the writing is not good, it must be rewritten.

Cheng Yi is a man of one and only words, just based on Duan Fang's stingy words just now, Wang Ming reckoned that he would choke if he wanted to sleep tonight.