Chapter 66: Contest (Part 2)

The two sat for a while, patted their butts silently and stood up, "Go back, I can't wait all night."

Chen Jing said 'oh', got up and sighed, "I can't finish writing all night."

"Show me your homework." Silent stretched out his hand.

Chen Jing handed him a look and found that he had copied the thousand-character text. Chen Shu looked at himself again, and the same request was actually the same. The two couldn't help but smile bitterly: "The total number of learning rules is 78 words, and a hundred times is 7800 words. Add this, and I will write 8800 words tonight."

Chen Jing then calculated with his fingers: "There are still seven hours to go to class tomorrow. Even if you don't eat or sleep, you have to write 1,200 words in one hour, which is impossible..."

"Can you count as much as you write." Chen Jing gritted his teeth and said, "Go back and write soon." The two hurriedly separated and went back to write.

Chen He was walking slowly on the ground while holding the edge of the bed, and saw Chen Yu running in from outside, calling out "Dad", then took out a stack of rice paper from the bookcase, picked up a comfortable sheep pen, and sat upright at the table, carefully grinding the ink.

"Sir, have you left homework?" Chen He asked carefully, for fear of interrupting his son's rhythm.

Dipped silently ink, hanging the pen on the paper, and whispered: "Eight thousand eight hundred words." After that, he opened a thousand words text and began to copy the "Heaven and Earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is vast and vast...' a line of neat and beautiful fly-headed small calligraphy appeared on the paper.

His foundation is very good. At first, he was a little unfamiliar because he hadn't started writing for a few days, and he became faster and faster as he wrote. Gradually, his breathing became smoother and the anxiety between his eyebrows disappeared. Every time he put the pen down, he did not think about it, and it slowly flowed out like flowing water.

Chen He stood quietly behind him, looking at his son who was calm and calm, and had been in a hurry to let go of his heart... He had actually realized that since he woke up from his illness, he had become much more mature, and he was smooth and ease in his work. He was in a good way to move forward and backward, as if he was a human being in his second life, which made him, the father, sigh.

Moreover, the child seemed to have a clue, with an idea on the left and an idea on the right, making people feel that there was nothing that could stump him.

In fact, great praise, gentry appreciation, and even some wealth followed one after another. All of this can prove to him how outstanding his son is!

In fact, Chen He also knew very well that his son was born to be an official. As long as he could leaps through the dragon gate and gets the title of the golden list, he would call the wind and rain in the future, and would shine the ancestors, it seemed that he would not have to worry at all.

But the more this happens, the more worried he is. He is very worried that his son will not know why in the face of great praise, thinking that with his own intelligence and talent, he will be able to achieve fame and fortune without losing his power.

Because no matter how smart the silence is, you must go through the six major tests of "county court and township hall" to compare hard work with scholars and students all over the world, and truly learn. "Study" is a thing that "cannot reach a thousand miles without accumulating small steps, and can no longer form rivers without gathering small streams". You cannot relax at all - it is not something that is born smart!

Everyone knows the story of "Sad Zhongyong", but how many people can know it themselves?

But when he saw his son finishing his first day after school, he would rush on the desk without eating and keep writing, he felt that he was overwhelmed... 'This child knows so well, it's much better than me back then.' Mr. Chen couldn't help but sigh secretly. If he knew that his son was punished on the first day, he wouldn't know what he would feel.

After looking for a while, Chen He whispered: "Where the main pen is, the secondary pen is laid out, follow the real pen, and then carry on the virtual pen. One moment after another, the momentum is connected, and the trend is naturally pulled out."

The silent and flying brushstrokes naturally change with the father's guidance. Chen He continued, "Only by having speed can we see the ability of regulation, and this regulation can only be based on the heart. If we rely on the eyes to measure and then adjust with our hands, it will not be fast at all. The so-called intention is in the pen first. You have to write with certainty. When you write a word, you have already thought about the following words, and what you think is not the form, but the intention. The form is just the expression of the mind and the hand... Fast cannot guarantee a certain unity of mind and hand, but only when you reach a certain speed, you can forget yourself and be unity of mind and hand."

Silence gradually forgot about the attention to the characters and only thought about what words I would write next. I actually wrote faster and more freely!

"Let the speed form the qi. The pause of breathing, the pause of ink, the pause of words and sentences, and the pause of line breaking are all completed in acceleration and deceleration. The astringent should be pushed, and the moist should be pulled. The soft pen should be lifted, the more ink should be accelerated, and the less ink should be slowed down. The line breaking, pulling paper is like threading a needle! The so-called true qi is produced from the conversion of speed!" Chen He's voice became more and more solemn, and the father and son were completely immersed in the way of calligraphy.

I saw the silent ink traces in the pen, just like the water of the Yangtze River, rolling from a distance, with speed getting faster and more and more momentum. At this time, only words were found in his eyes, his heart was words, and his pen was words!

Speed ​​really makes the mind and hand unite, and the content and words unite...

It was dark, Chen He lit the lights, and the ink was gone, and Chen He quietly polished it.

In the silence of everything, only the rustling sound of writing was heard, no one disturbed, no one was making noise, and silently immersed in these black and white words, without feeling bored or bored at all. Instead, there was an indescribable pleasure surrounding him.

Time passed quickly, and the night and daylight changed silently. Before I knew it, my father changed the oil lamp three times, and the sky gradually became brighter.

When the first rooster crowed, Chen Si suddenly threw the pen high and shouted, "I'm so tired." He lay on the stool and fell asleep.

Chen He was unable to carry him to the bed, so he could only pull another stool and put it under his son's feet to make him feel more comfortable.
Chapter completed!