Causal lottery system

The hot and dry weather in southern summer is always easy to make people feel depressed.

A handsome young man rode his bicycle slowly and walked to a stationery store. It was not far from the No. [-] Middle School, just a few hundred meters away. The things were cheap and of good quality, so many No. [-] Middle School students bought stationery in this store. .

But now it is summer vacation, the stationery store has no business, the boss is dozing off little by little in front of the computer with his head propped up.

Ding Lang pushed open the door, and the bell attached to the door immediately rang crisply, waking up the boss.

"Why come here when you are free?" The boss greeted familiarly, obviously Ding Lang is a frequent visitor here.

Ding Lang replied with a sunny smile: "I have nothing to do during the summer vacation, I plan to practice calligraphy! Come here and buy some pens, ink, paper and inkstone."

"Okay, do you want the average one or the slightly better one?" The boss immediately stood up and walked to the place where the Four Treasures of the Study were kept, "It's really hard work to practice calligraphy after the third year of high school is over! My son is half as good as you." alright!"

"It's fine to take ordinary ones, I'm afraid I'll spoil things! It's just practicing to pass the time."

The boss quickly picked up the good things and put them in a bag and handed them to Ding Lang: "Okay, the total is 230 four, I count you two hundred and three."

Ding Lang took the bag and paid the money, then pushed the bicycle and went home slowly.

In fact, he never thought that he would have a day to practice calligraphy. If he hadn't won a calligraphy skill in the lottery, he would never have come here to buy any of the Four Treasures of the Study.

Last night, he was hit by a flying stone from outside the sky, and he got a "karma lottery system" in a daze. In the past 18 years of life, he had only accumulated more than 300 character points. ——Then I got a skill that seems very tasteless, calligraphy.

Although it was tasteless, he still wanted to see how the skills provided by the system were, so early this morning he took his private money and ran to buy the Four Treasures of the Study, planning to write as soon as he got home to see how his current calligraphy is.

Speaking of which, Ding Lang also learned calligraphy when he was a child, but I don’t know why, he can write well with pen characters, but he can’t write with soft pens like brush characters. Like chicken paws", he has no talent for brush calligraphy at all, so he gradually gave up the idea of ​​practicing brush calligraphy. Later, he became busy with his studies, and he didn't know where to throw the brushes, ink, paper and inkstones he bought.

When he got home, Ding Lang couldn't wait to open the bag, and put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in order. It seemed that without thinking, he knew how to put these four things to make writing most convenient.

After the pen was written, the impatience that was originally there disappeared in an instant, and it was almost like a dragon and a snake, and a word was written.

"The road is a long way to go, and I will go up and down to find out."

Ding Lang became more and more satisfied the more he looked at it, and he was thinking about it.

"Ding! The host completed the achievement [Beginner! Calligraphy!] and got an item [Failed Calligraphy]!" The voice in his head interrupted his frightened mood at the right time.

? ? ? ! ! !Is this still called failed calligraphy? !

What does it look like to be successful? !

"Appreciation function, use [-] points once!" The system immediately offered a price.

Originally, he only had a character value of 370 270, but he spent [-] in the lottery yesterday, leaving [-] [-], this appreciating function will cost [-] points at once, which is too expensive!

However, Ding Lang is still very curious, what is wrong with this word, it can only get the evaluation of "failure".

After thinking about it, he still reluctantly used fifty points to let the system build an appraisal.

What sounded in my mind was not the cold electronic sound of the system, but the voice of the vicissitudes of life old man.

"This character... hey! At first glance, it was written on the worst rice paper with the worst wolf hair stained with the worst ink. ] handwriting can be read, it has a slight meaning of Qu Yuan, Xiao Ke has a good talent, but has been ruined by things, I hope you will practice more."

...Ding Lang was silent.

Indeed, the quality of this rice paper is not very good, the ink smudges a little unnaturally, the ink color is not pure, and the hair of the brush is not even enough so that the writing is somewhat flawed when it is stained with ink.As soon as the voice said it, the words that seemed to be perfect at first can be said to be full of loopholes.After being told by this comment, he suddenly became enlightened.

"Ding! The host got Liu Gongquan's review! The item [Liu Gongquan's Duan Inkstone] was obtained! Do you want to take it out now?"

Fuck!The old man's voice just now was actually Liu Gongquan!

Ding Lang was taken aback, and subconsciously answered "Yes", and in the next second, a slightly quaint Duan inkstone appeared in his hand.

Duan inkstone is the first of the four famous Chinese inkstones. The stone is solid, lubricated and delicate, and the ink is not sluggish when it is grinded. It is blue and dark green, and the water vapor will not dry for a long time. The ancients even had a saying of "breathing the breath to grind the ink".

Moreover, since 2000 in China, all duan inkstone pits have been banned from mining, so the duan inkstone is quite expensive, let alone the duan inkstone used by Liu Gongquan.

Because of his calligraphy skills, Ding Lang still knows some knowledge about the four treasures of the study. Although this Duan inkstone looks simple and does not have any exquisite carvings, it is delicate and smooth in the hand. , this water vapor also lingers for a long time.

Ding Lang suppressed the excitement of wanting to use it to grind ink immediately, found a box and put the square inkstone away.

It is an insult to the duan inkstone of Liu Gongquan to use the ink worth tens of dollars to grind ink on the Duan inkstone of Liu Gongquan.

Wait until the next time you buy good ink and use it again.

With a look of reluctance, he put the inkstone into the bookcase.

Then continue to pick up the brush, dip it, and start practicing calligraphy.

Unknowingly, two hours passed, Ding Lang wrote more than a dozen words and still had some ideas, but his arms were a little sore and he stopped.As a result, he looked back and saw that Mother Ding was standing behind him smiling and reading the words on the table.

Ding Lang was suddenly embarrassed, and wanted to reach out to block the writing, but was stopped by Ding's mother: "My son has the talent to write brush calligraphy. I remember when you were young, you were punished by the teacher to stand in the calligraphy class!"

== How many years ago was that...

Fortunately, Mama Ding didn't continue to shame him: "Your dad is back, it's time to eat!" It turned out that she just came in and wanted to ask her son to eat, but she saw him practicing calligraphy. She was curious and didn't make a sound. She stared at it for a while, but she didn't expect it to be a surprise—she thought it would be a shock.

Ding Lang tidied up the desk, and was about to put it in the drawer, but the top one was drawn out, "This is a good word, give it to Mom!" Ding's mother smiled, and it was obvious that she liked this word very much.

Since his mother is happy, Ding Lang can't say anything. Although this word is still flawed, it is indeed the most satisfying work he wrote today, and it is much better than the first one.If this word was written all at once, Ding Lang would probably be ashamed to give it to his mother, but this word is the result of two hours of practice. Although there are still flaws, it bears the burden of his own efforts. Peace of mind.So he let out a "hmm", watched his mother take the words, and followed her out of the room to prepare for dinner.

Papa Ding was wondering why it took so long for his wife to ask his son to eat, when he saw her come to the living room with a word in her hand: "Hey, what is this?"

Mother Ding happily unfolded it for him to see: "The calligraphy written by our son looks good! I'll take it and frame it in the afternoon and hang it in the study!"

I saw block letters written on the rice paper, "There is a tiger in my heart, and I smell the rose carefully", with strong brushstrokes and silver hooks painted on iron.

In fact, Ding Lang himself felt that apart from the constraints of writing tools, this word has another shortcoming: it has no so-called strength of character.

This sentence means that people have two sides in their hearts, one side is tough and the other side is gentle, but he didn't show that kind of toughness or that kind of tenderness, but from a technical point of view, this word is really good, especially when used with inferior It is rare to be able to write such works with pen and ink at this age.

If it wasn't for the system, Ding Lang would never be able to write such characters in his life.

As expected, Papa Ding was very satisfied with the word, and even patted his chest to promise that he would find a "professional" to frame the word, taking over the job that originally belonged to Mama Ding.

After dinner, Ding Lang went back to his room, but he didn't want to practice calligraphy anymore. His hands were sore after two hours of writing, and he had to improve his physical fitness.

With a move in his heart, his consciousness entered the lottery space.

I saw a turntable appearing in front of me, which was divided into six parts, each with the words "life skills, future products, future technology, survival skills, triple character value, thank you for participating".

"Remaining character value: 223, you can draw twice, do you want to draw a lottery?" The system's cold voice sounded.

Ding Lang replied: "Yes."

The turntable started to spin, and Ding Lang stared at the position above the turntable, where there was a pointer, whichever he pointed to counted.

The speed of the turntable gradually slowed down, passing through survival skills and three times the character value, and almost stopped at the thank you for participating.Ding Lang got worried all of a sudden, wouldn't he come to thank you for participating?A waste of 100 character points!

Fortunately, the system is not so unkind. It passed thank you for participating at a snail-like speed, and stopped at life skills.

Life skills again, the first lottery yesterday was life skills, and then calligraphy was drawn.

In the next second, the system prompts: "The host has drawn life skills, please press the button!"

The original turntable disappeared, and what appeared in front of Ding Lang was a slot machine-like thing, but instead of three glass frames, there was only one, on which was written "Chess Art".

Ding Lang stepped forward and pressed the button, and the inside of the glass frame of the slot machine immediately rolled up, and words such as "lyric writing", "piano" and "writing" could be vaguely seen.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for acquiring the life skill [cooking skill]! Remaining character value: 123 points, should the host continue to draw a lottery? Reminder: The system needs [-] character points to maintain daily consumption."

I go!What's the use of cooking for a big man! ! !Ding Lang was dumbfounded, and when he heard the latter sentence, he would be stunned even more. If he draws a lottery again, there will only be 23 points left, and after excluding the daily consumption of [-] points, there will be only three points. When the system said this, he just wanted to continue He didn't dare to draw the lottery anymore, his character value is in short supply!He took a small ball from the place where the coin was spit out under the slot machine and exited the system depressingly.

He stuffed the ball into his mouth, and it melted in his mouth. In the next second, he felt a rush of energy rushing to his brain, and then his brain began to digest information about cooking skills.