Life Going Wild With Plug-ins

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Since returning to Fuling from Junluo, I often need to communicate with him.

Today I have a wealth of money, and Hui Mo Duan Lake pen Xuan paper, everything is top quality. In all fairness, my words are extremely ugly.

Ye Tan's hands and feet Ma Li studied ink, stood behind me and watched me write.

I took the dragon and snake and drew an unsightly ghost picture.

He looked for a moment and said, "It looks good."

I was also shocked: "Are you blind or illiterate?"

Ye Tan said: "I can't read."

Me: "... disrespectful."

I said, "No, I saw you reading."

Ye Tan: "Master, it's a comic."

I:"……"

I pulled him to sit down and wrote a crooked "Yetan".

"This is your name. Remember?"

Ye Tanman held the pen, penetrating the back of the paper, and wrote a more crooked "Ye Tan".

I smiled and slipped on my feet, patted his head and went to sleep again.

Three days later, Ye Tan suddenly said that he had learned to write a name.

I went to see it happily, and actually wrote a ugly word "Yetan" that was as terrible as the one I wrote that day, just like copy and paste.

Ye Tan held his breath and looked at me, waiting for my praise.

I am deeply aware that my half bucket of water should not be mistaken for my children, especially a good boy who is so serious about Ye Tan.

I asked Xiucai to be a gentleman to teach us both to write.

The gentleman looked at him with frost, his sword agitated, and a little trembling, and asked, "I don't know what level the two are now?"

Ye Tan said: "I write to you."

The sir looked at it with a probe, and said tonguelessly: "Ugly."

"Presumptuous!" Ye Tan Hanmang unsheathed and was about to kill. The gentleman was scared.

I busy stopped him: "Why are you scaring !!!"

"My word is exactly the same as the master, how can it be ugly!" Ye Tan said, "This scholar defame the master, I can't bear it."

Alas, this unlucky child.

I spent a few words to appease the gentleman, and ordered Ye Tan to never allow him to be rough, the two of them twisted each other and agreed reluctantly.

Ye Tan is horizontal and upright, like a knife, combined with earnest hard work, leaps and bounds. The gentleman looked at him very quickly.

I didn't make any progress, and I was still crawling around. The gentleman looked at me very much.

Ye Tan tried to comfort me as much as possible: "The owner's veins are damaged, and he can't control his pen power, which is also natural."

I said, "Yes, well-founded and convincing."

Within half a month, Yetan's regular script has been beautifully written. Cursive and cursive writings did not improve.

Ye Tan said: "It's too difficult to memorize this winding."

I'm inexplicable: my dog ​​is not more curved, how do you memorize it?

Later, after writing a letter with Jun Luo, I gave up the struggle and gave Yetan a substitute.

A letter from Junluo once praised: "Every time I see a letter, the character of the son becomes more beautiful and vigorous, and he must be in good health."

Ye Tan helped me back: "It's not my character, someone is a ghostwriter."

Jun Luoshu wrote back and asked, "Is this person always with me? I don't know who it is?"

Ye Tan edged out paperweight and asked me, "Master, how do you get back?"

"Just write, 'It's another master of the sword court.'"

[小 每日-锦 书 -end]

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