I'm just rotten

The dim light made Cheng Hao feel drowsy.

He just called home and asked someone to pick him up in a car. If there were no accidents, he should be there in half an hour.

And within half an hour, he can only face Zhai Jian, a good baby who keeps silent and only does his homework.

Cheng Hao felt that the atmosphere was too dull, and Zhai Jian just stopped writing and seemed to be thinking about something, so he said, "This question seems a bit difficult."

Hearing this, Zhai Jian glanced at him, then brushed a few strokes without hesitation, and wrote down the answer in the homework book.

Cheng Hao blinked his eyes and said for a while, "You are good at writing math problems."

Zhai Jian paused slightly with his hand holding the pen, and explained in a low voice: "This is a physics problem."

Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment, and after careful consideration, he said slowly: "Generally, people who are good at writing physics questions are good at writing math questions."

Zhai Jian's expression suddenly became a little subtle. He was silent for a while, as if he didn't know what to say, so he lowered his head and continued to work on the question.

Cheng Hao observed him for a while, and said, "The way you hold the pen is wrong."

Zhai Jian stopped writing and looked at Cheng Hao.

"I'll teach you how to hold a pen." Cheng Hao said.

When Zhai Jian heard this, he turned to face him with focused eyes.

Cheng Hao picked up a pen, showed Zhai Jian the correct way to hold the pen, and said at the same time: "Look, the thumb should not be pressed on the nail of the index finger, it should be like this..." He used the other hand He poked Zhai Jian's thumb encircling the pen, "Squeeze back a little, look at mine, and shrink a little more... Oh yes, it's almost there, that's it."

Zhai Jian looked down at his hand holding the pen, and shook his head: "I can't use my strength."

Cheng Hao laughed after hearing this: "It's okay if you can't use your strength."

When Zhai Jian heard this, a few traces of doubt flashed in his black pupils.

Cheng Hao continued to laugh and said, "If you feel that you are strong when you hold it like this for the first time, then I won't believe it." He paused, and said, "When I was in the first year of junior high school, I also held the pen like you did just now. "After that, he skillfully held the pen in the same posture as Zhai Jian before, and then moved the pen away to show Zhai Jian his middle finger, "Look, there is a callus on the lower left of the fingernail, it was bigger than this before. I have worked hard to correct it this year, and it has become flatter." He looked at Zhai Jian's right middle finger and said, "Oh, your old callus is comparable to my old one."

Zhai Jian looked down at his middle finger. When he was a child, he felt a little pain and had blisters, but he never cared about it.

Cheng Hao recalled: "Once, a buddy mentioned the way to hold a pen, and everyone showed off calluses together. In the end, they agreed that my calluses were the biggest. It was nothing at all until one day, a girl I kind of liked said to me, ' Cheng Hao, your hands are so beautiful and slender', because she was looking at my left hand at the time, so she didn't see the calluses on my right middle finger. From that day on, I tried to smooth the calluses , but grinding is not a solution, after all, the way I hold the pen is still wrong, sooner or later it will grow back to its original shape, and then I had to learn from others how to hold the pen correctly."

Because I like that girl, so I changed it correctly.

Zhai Jian thought silently.

"Speaking of which, it is really not easy to get rid of this bad habit. After all, I have been used to it since I was a child. When I first started learning, the characters I wrote were as good as those of a three-year-old child. How should I say it, no I know where to start to use force, but I still persevere. Every time I write, I try my best to keep writing in the correct way, no matter how ugly the writing is. For about a month or so, I gradually found some feeling, and the words I wrote began to With strength, I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the written words are much more pleasing to the eye than before.” After speaking, Cheng Hao took a pen and wrote a string of English smoothly on the draft paper.

What he wrote was conjoined, which looked extremely elegant, with a feeling of flowing clouds and flowing water, and writing like clouds and smoke.

Zhai Jian's expression flickered with surprise, and he couldn't help but stare into it.

Unexpectedly, the handwriting written by this person is really a bit of a practiced posture.

"Looking good." He commented very seriously.

"Hey, that's it," Cheng Hao was overwhelmed by Zhai Jian's praise and immediately showed a few more strokes on the draft paper. When he looked up, he saw Zhai Jian observing his handwriting intently, so he was even happier.

He reached out and patted Zhai Jian's shoulder with a deep expression on purpose, leaned closer and said in a low voice, "Come on, call Master to listen, if you call, I'll teach you how to write."

The young man's voice was soft and slightly hoarse, and the oncoming breath seemed to be warmed up. Zhai Jian's gaze fell on Cheng Hao's smiling face involuntarily, and his jaw tensed involuntarily. Yes, he suddenly felt some dryness in his throat.

His face turned red slowly, and he was a little restless. Because of the backlight, Cheng Hao didn't pay attention.He slowly opened his mouth, looked at Cheng Hao who was close at hand, and called out in a low voice, "Master."

As soon as the words came out, the voice was deep and inexplicably magnetic.

Zhai Jian yelled so readily, Cheng Hao let out a happy "Hey", looking at Zhai Jian again, he was really pleasing to the eye.

Next, Cheng Hao reminded Zhai Jian of his pen-holding gesture from time to time, and the latter patiently corrected it bit by bit.I have to say that Zhai Jian's ability to adapt is pretty good, and he only practiced a few times. Although the handwriting is not very good-looking, at least it looks a little bit good.

Cheng Hao expressed his satisfaction.

"Why don't you write Chinese?" Suddenly, Zhai Jian stopped writing and asked.

Cheng Hao's expression froze, he couldn't say in front of his apprentice that his Chinese characters were terrible.After thinking for a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Uh, I seldom practice this as a teacher, so naturally I can't teach you. It would be a crime to teach the flowers of the motherland." After finishing speaking, an imperceptible faint blush slowly climbed up Zhai Jian, who had been observing Cheng Hao carefully in secret, naturally noticed this very accurately.

Are you... shy?

After he was convinced that he was right, Zhai Jian's eyes gradually brightened, and a soft place deep in his heart seemed to be gently touched.

I really didn't expect that Cheng Hao's shy look turned out to be like this.

so cute.

Seeing that the other person was staring at him, a very cute person tried his best to raise his face and scolded: "What are you doing as a teacher, hurry up and practice calligraphy!" The facial features are extremely good-looking, adding a little special flavor that is not usually available.

Said the master also claimed to be addicted.

There was a slight smile on Zhai Jian's lips.

Cheng Hao picked up the pen and stuffed it into Zhai Jian's hand, and when he looked up, he saw a fleeting smile on his face. After Cheng Hao looked at it carefully, he returned to his usual indifferent look, and couldn't help thinking that he had read it wrong just now.

Zhai Jian picked up the pen and began to practice handwriting seriously. Cheng Hao felt that his handwriting was pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked - the focused eyes, the seriousness of writing, and the slightly pursed corners of his mouth all showed his full dedication , making Cheng Hao look quite a sense of pride from the master to the apprentice.

At this moment, Zhai Jian frowned slightly, took off the pen in his hand, and took out the refill.Cheng Hao saw that he had run out of pen and ink.

Zhai Jian opened the drawer, and there were three pen refills lying quietly inside. He took out one, and after closing the drawer, he handed the two pen refills in his hand to Cheng Hao, and said to Cheng Hao, "Change the pen tip."

Cheng Hao was stunned after hearing this.Change the nib?He has never done this before, besides, how to change it?Just pull out the pen head by hand?

Seeing his puzzled look, Zhai Jian patiently explained: "Swap the nibs of these two refills." After that, he pointed to the less than one centimeter gap between the two tables and motioned for Cheng Hao After stuffing the refill in, Cheng Hao took the empty refill upside down and carried it between the two tables.

"Clamp."

Zhai Jian's deep voice rang in his ears.

Cheng Hao understood what Zhai Jian wanted to do, so he put his body against the table in front of him and moved to another table against the wall.

"Touch." With a dull soft sound, the pen between the two tables was firmly clamped.

Cheng Hao propped his body against the table without a teacher, and pulled the pen barrel upwards vigorously!

With a soft sound, the tip of the pen was separated from the body of the tube, and the tip of the pen remained in the gap between the two tables.

Cheng Hao carefully took out the nib, put it on the draft paper, and then used the same method to separate another refill filled with ink.Because there was still ink in the other refill, after separating the nib from the tube, Cheng Hao immediately laid the tube flat to prevent the ink from spilling out.

"Is the tip of this refill broken?" Cheng Hao asked doubtfully, pointing at the refill that had just been disassembled.

"Hmm." Zhai Jian responded lightly, took out a tissue from his pocket, tore a strip about fifteen centimeters long and two centimeters wide, pinched it with his thumb and forefinger, and rubbed it until it became After the long and slender strip, Zhai Jian pointed it at the back of the nib of the empty pen and stretched it in, and fiddled with it several times until all the remaining transparent liquid behind the nib was sucked out. The ink-filled refill tube carefully and slowly closed together, and then, while blowing air towards the nozzle, he used the refill to scribble on the draft paper. After blowing for about half a minute, he finally drew on the blank draft paper. Saw black.

Cheng Hao watched all this in amazement, and couldn't help asking: "Is this the method you came up with yourself?"

Zhai Jian was putting the filled pen refill into the pen case, when he heard this, he nodded and replied, "Yes."

Cheng Hao said sincerely: "The apprentice is very intelligent, I am very pleased for the teacher!"

Zhai Jian raised his head to look at Cheng Hao, and suddenly opened his eyes slightly. Then, he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and even the corners of his eyes and brows were stained with a smile.

Compared with any previous smile, this smile was much brighter. Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhai Jian is in a good mood, which is one of the reasons for his bright smile.

He pointed under Cheng Hao's nose and said, "There is ink, like a beard." Like the beard of a Japanese officer.

"..." Cheng Hao subconsciously wiped the bottom of his nose, and raised his hand to see that it was indeed stained with ink.

Aww, the glorious image of Lao Tzu!

Cheng Hao yelled and started looking for tissues.

He must have been caught when he pulled out the pen just now!

After finding the tissue, Cheng Hao was planning to wipe his face, but when he saw Zhai Jian looking at him with a smile on his face, he suddenly felt guilty, and dipped his fingertips on the remaining ink on the table, Approaching Zhai Jian who opened his eyes slightly, he let out a strange laugh: "Hey hee hee, my boy, you can come too."

Looking at Cheng Hao's funny look, Zhai Jian finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

Cheng Hao stayed at Zhai Jian's house until after eight o'clock, and he didn't say goodbye to Zhai Jian until his family called and told him that he had arrived downstairs.

"Hey, remember to wait for me tomorrow afternoon." Cheng Hao suddenly remembered something before leaving, and turned to Zhai Jian and said.

Zhai Jian looked at him with bright eyes and nodded.

"Xiao Hao, come and play often!" Zhai Jing smiled and said loudly to Cheng Hao who walked to the door.

Cheng Hao replied with a smile, "Definitely", then opened the door and went out.

After hearing the sound of closing the door, Zhai Jian lay down beside the window and looked downstairs. After a while, he saw a figure downstairs.He watched the figure get into a very expensive looking car, watched him reach out to close the door, and watched the car drive away until it disappeared into the end of his vision.