The Metamorphosis of Fanggoudan

Practicing calligraphy is a time-consuming and energy-intensive task. Duan Fang barely finished writing twenty copybooks until after eight o'clock in the evening.

At first, he wrote very awkwardly, every stroke and every stroke was very slow. After about half of the writing, he felt a little smoother. It seems to be starting to become more flexible.There seems to be a natural connection between strokes and strokes, and his writing speed has gradually increased.

But the good times didn't last long. Gradually, when three-quarters of the writing was written, his wrist began to become heavy. Not only that, but his index finger and thumb also became numb and stiff.It was as if what he was holding was not a pen, but lifting a few kilograms of iron with two fingers. He couldn't resist the feeling of weakness in his bones. Every time he finished writing a word, he felt as if It's like I can't lift my hand in the next second.

He was particularly tired from writing the last piece of paper. Even though he knew it was the last piece of paper, the more impatient he was, the slower he wrote. However, in the brain, the hand movements of the fingers seem to form a natural frequency.

After finishing all the writing, Duanfang felt that his left hand was no longer his own.

"Finished?" Cheng Yi, who was sitting on the other side, raised his head and put down the wrench in his hand, "Bring it here for me to check."

When Duan Fang was practicing calligraphy just now, Gan Bo and Wang Ming had been boiling water for work, while Cheng Yi was hammering a lot of wrenches and hammering something non-stop.

He took the twenty sheets of paper, scanned them ten by one, and checked them all in less than five minutes.

Duan Fang looked at him nervously. After he finished writing the next few posters, he didn't know what he wrote, and he didn't know if he would be punished.

Cheng Yi didn't want to punish him at all, but rather wanted to praise him.Although Duan Fang's handwriting was still ugly, Cheng Yi turned over each page and saw his intentions.

He has seen some children practicing calligraphy, and some of them are serious about practicing calligraphy, but he has never seen one who is so serious.

From these handwritings, he could see that Duanfang really didn't slack off at all, and he was devoting himself to practicing calligraphy.

After not hearing the compliment for a long time, Duan Fang slumped his shoulders in frustration.

"Brother Cheng? Am I not good at writing?" He had put his heart into it, but the words he wrote were still not as good as Brother Cheng's.

In the eyes of an expert like Cheng Yi, Duanfang's calligraphy must be poorly written, but what he practiced was Yongzi, not the basic steps of dots and strokes. The last few copybooks can be written like that. It's not easy anymore.

"It's okay." He simply praised, and didn't continue to encourage.

"Okay, save these waste papers for some firewood. You can go to Gan Bo to get a hot towel to apply to your wrists." After writing for so long at such a young age, his wrists must have been stiff.

Duan Fangya burst out laughing, and he quietly left a copybook that he thought was the best.

The remaining copybooks were thrown into the pile of firewood, and Wang Ming happened to see it.

"You finished writing so quickly?" He was a little surprised.

He knew that Duanfang was not used to his left hand, and it was difficult to write a composition with his left hand in the morning, so he thought he couldn't finish writing the copybook today.

He picked up the copybook and looked at it. The handwriting on the first few sheets was still so ugly that he couldn't bear to look at it directly. There was a pile of soft and crooked Yong characters, so that he almost didn't know the word.

But after only a few laughs, Wang Ming shut up.

"You also wrote this with your left hand?" He held the last copybook with a look of disbelief on his face, "You can't finish writing, so you asked Bobo to help you?"

Don't blame him for fussing, it's because the handwriting on it seems to be readable.Can people who have never used handwriting before, after an afternoon of training, have such a big change?

Thinking of the bad words he had been complaining about since he was a child, Wang Ming felt inexplicably confident.

"Otherwise, I'll practice calligraphy with you tomorrow, right? Brother Cheng, if you bring one, you'll take two." Even a silly kid like Duanfang can practice calligraphy well, so how could he not be able to do it? .

Duanfang wanted to remind him that he seemed to say that he was signing a contract of prostitution, but his left wrist hurt a little, so he went to find a hot towel first.

I don't know what kind of prostitution contract Wang Ming signed, anyway, he really practiced calligraphy with Duan Fang the next day.

After returning to the mountain after school, Cheng Yi tapped and tapped in the room, Duan Fang and Wang Ming sat on the small bench to write and draw, and Gan Bo was the only one who washed and scrubbed the room.

After going on for several days, Gan Bo finally quit.

"Xiao Ming, I said that you don't want to work so you practice calligraphy?"

"I'm wronged!" Wang Ming said loudly with an innocent face, "I just have a positive heart."

Gan Bo rubbed his waist and said tiredly: "I don't care, you can practice calligraphy after cooking and boiling water with me first."

Now that he had spoken out, Wang Ming had no choice but to agree.

He stood up, aggrieved like a child who was 1.8 meters tall.

"Bobo, it's wrong for you to do this. Have you seen the movie? Some parents don't let their children study, they just want them to help with work. Do you know what happened to these children in the end?"

"How's it going?" Gambo asked.

"They left a lifetime of regrets." Wang Ming bowed his head, "Bobo, you don't want me to become like that, do you?"

Are you an idiot?Gampo wanted to ask this question very much.If he wasn't so tired, he would have wanted to give Wang Ming a headshot.

"I don't have such a disgraceful son like you, stop talking and go out to fetch water."

Smiling, Wang Ming hopped out to fetch water from the vat, and as soon as he came in with a basin, he was stopped by the staff who came over.

The man said, "Wang Ming, your mother called you just now." He handed over the phone.

Wang Ming let go of his hand, and half of the basin of water almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Gan Bo was beside him, and he caught it quickly, otherwise the pure natural dirt floor would definitely become a mess.

"Are you okay?" He patted Wang Ming's shoulder.

"Ah? Oh, I, I'm fine." The flustered expression flashed quickly.

Gan Bo asked him, "Aren't you going to call your mother back?"

Wang Ming shook his head, he was a little at a loss.

"I haven't improved yet, and she will be disappointed again."

It was as if his throat had been choked, his voice was extremely low, each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

Gan Bo didn't know what to say. Wang Ming, who was joking with him just now, seemed to be a different person, which made him feel a little sad.

He could only say dry and pale words of comfort, "No, she is your mother." His mother went abroad to live a chic life very early, and he didn't know how to comfort Wang Ming.

After thinking for a while, he said to the staff, "While Wang Ming is on the phone, can you go out for a while?"

The staff agreed, left the phone behind and left.

Duan Fang closed the door, leaving only the four of them and a mobile phone in the room.

"Let's fight, it's okay, maybe your mother just misses you." Gan Bo comforted.

"Really?" Wang Ming took the phone hesitantly.

In the past two days, he always remembered that when he was a child, he and his mother had the same birthday in the same month, and his mother's birthday would be in a few days. He was still thinking about whether to make a gift and send it to him.

"Beep!" The voice of the phone connection sounded.

"Hello, Wang Ming?" Came the capable female voice.

"Mom, it's me." Since he was scolded and thrown over last time, he hasn't called his mother for a while.

Hearing his voice, the female voice on the other end of the phone became heavier.

"Wang Ming! You are just like your father. I spent so much money to get you into No. [-] Middle School. Is this how you treat me? Are you worthy of the money I spent and the relationship I found? ?”

The voice on the other end of the phone was loud, as if out of breath, the scolding not only stunned Wang Ming, but also heard the other three people in the room.

The other end of the phone continued to say, "Wang Ming, you are a waste, you can't learn well, and you only know how to cause trouble every day except spending money, and I will settle it for you every time."

Wang Ming stood blankly, listening to the voice on the phone with no expression.

"This time your head teacher called me again. The last time you destroyed the classroom and injured your classmates at school, it was too serious. Do you know that the other party does not agree with you staying in school?"

"The old ones are shameless, and the young ones are shameless too. Do you know how troublesome it is to settle this matter!"

"It's not like this, I didn't do it on purpose..." Wang Ming clenched his phone tightly, wanting to explain.

"You're fine? You didn't hit anyone or smashed the classroom? Why did I marry your father blindly and give birth to you!" The familiar voice vented angrily like every time before.

Wang Ming seemed unable to move anymore, every word he said felt like a knife would be cut on his body, he thought he was used to it, but he didn't expect it would still hurt.

"Mom, I'm sorry." He bit his lip, trying to apologize.

But there was no sound on the other end of the phone.