Chapter 120
Maybe he was using too much force, and his fingers were shaking, so that the words he wrote were crooked and difficult to distinguish. But they still recognized it when they heard it.
That is the word "Shen".
After Mr. Li finished writing, he stared at the word and almost broke his pen. He might not be satisfied, so he looked at it for a few seconds, then erased the crooked word, found another blank space, and started writing again... and then wrote the word "深" again.
Xia Qiao: "?"
He didn't understand the meaning of this operation, and glanced at Wen Shi with doubt on his face, but saw that his brother didn't even raise his head, his eyes fell on the piece of paper, without any intention of urging, and allowed Mr. Li to do whatever he wanted.
So the teacher scribbled and scribbled, and in just a few moments, he finished writing on a piece of paper.
The paper is covered with the blood-red word "深", which is shocking at first glance. Moreover, the writing style becomes more and more urgent and cursory, and the mood becomes more and more exciting.
Xia Qiao finally remembered the question he had asked before. He asked Mr. Li: "Who are you afraid of?"
If you can’t say it, write it. So Mr. Li wrote "Shen" all over the paper.
"So he is still afraid of the young master, Shen Mansheng?" Xia Qiao turned to look at the book box.
After hearing this, he pondered for a moment and actually shook his head.
"Isn't it?" Xia Qiao pointed to the bloody words on the paper and said in surprise: "It's all written in blood."
"Then why don't you write your full name?" He asked.
Xia Qiao choked.
Rather than being full of hatred and weeping every word, I felt that Mr. Li was struggling more than anything - he might have wanted to write something else, but he could only write this word as soon as he started writing, so he wrote and revised it again and again. Write.
Just when this thought flashed across his mind, Xie Wen suddenly said, "Come and take a look at this."
When he heard this, he looked up and saw Xie Wen taking out a piece of paper from the bottom of the book box, placing it on the corner of the desk, and lightly tapping the signature with his index finger.
This is still young master Shen Mansheng's calligraphy exercise, but this time Mr. Li's annotation is no longer just a pause, but a paragraph.
That passage was annotated with a red pen, and over the years, it became as rusty as Mr. Li's blood.
He wrote: Don't always imitate Ajun in writing. He learned calligraphy late and is much inferior to you. I don't know if you are joking or something else. If you continue like this, you will not make any progress. You will not be able to overcome it after learning for a long time, and it is not polite.
Chapter 46 Date
There are still ink stains on the back of the paper, which are faintly visible.
When I heard it, I turned the paper over and saw a large ball of ink. It should be that the young master Shen Mansheng wrote a paragraph as a defense in response to Mr. Li's criticism. But for some reason, it was painted out again.
This piece of ink is of different shades, and you can barely make out the original beginning when held up to the light——
"I don't..." Xia Qiao turned the paper over and tried a few times before saying, "I tried my best, but I can't see clearly behind it. I can only make out these two words."
But, what don’t I have?
I'm not? I won’t change? Or should I not?
After erasing those words, Shen Mansheng wrote a new sentence next to it as his final answer to Mr. Li.
He wrote: Got it, sir.
Xia Qiao stared at the piece of paper with a very responsible expression, somewhere between thoughtful and confused: "I'm confused now. I feel like I've caught something, but I'm a little confused at the same time."
He wrinkled his face and muttered: "I have to stroke it... So this young master of the Shen family deliberately imitates Brother Jun in writing?"
The jokes among children are often confusing, and it is difficult to tell whether they are unintentional or malicious. Xia Qiao recalled that when he was a child, there was a little boy across the street who stuttered, so other children followed him in groups. They learned seven or eight stutters and were beaten by their parents. It took a long time for them to slowly change.
It is difficult to define the original intention of those children who learn to stutter. Some do it for fun, while others are really making fun of it.
"If it was for fun, it would be a bit bad. But he said honestly that he knew." Xia Qiao always felt that the image of Young Master Shen was full of contradictions and confusing. "I don't know if it was changed later - —”
"Obviously, it has not been changed, or it can no longer be changed." Xie Wen said.
He said it firmly, but Xia Qiao didn't react and was very confused: "How do you know?"
Xie Wen pointed to the book box and said, "The words are all there. Did you read them backwards?"
Xia Qiao was stunned for a moment and suddenly blushed. He realized that he had made the lowest mistake——
The words in the box are stacked one by one, with the ones at the bottom being the oldest. In other words, after Mr. Li commented "Don't learn from A Jun in writing", Shen Mansheng's handwriting still did not change much. On the basis of "learning from A Jun", he filled up a whole box day by day.
Mr. Li didn't say anything more. He just paused to comment. Maybe he had nothing to do with the young master, or maybe he just didn't care.
No wonder Xie Wen said that.
After writing it for such a long time, Shen Mansheng might not be able to change it even if he wanted to. No matter for whatever reason, the characters he learned have slowly become his own characters.
Xia Qiao said slowly: "So, Shen Mansheng and Brother Jun probably have the same characters?"
When I heard it: "The difference won't be big."
Xia Qiao's eyes widened: "If you want to say that..."
The words in the diary suddenly had two meanings: they were Shen Mansheng's words and Brother Jun's words.
If the diary was really written by Shen Mansheng himself, that would be fine. What if there are parts written by Ajun? Or even...was it written by Ajun at all?