CH 22.1

Chapter 22: Even a Hen’s Beak Dipped in Ink Can Draw More Straight Than You (1)

"Can't you see it? I drew a duck." Wen Yantong said.

Chi Jingxi really couldn't see it.

It is estimated that even if he were to ask the entire population of Shao Jing, no one would recognize it as a duck.

Wen Yantong had studied a little art, so this drawing of Psyduck was quite similar to the original one. The problem was that Chi Jingxi had never seen such a strange duck.

He took a closer look and found that this wide-eyed creature had a flat beak, which fit the characteristics of a duck, but the appearance of holding its head in both hands was really weird.translate(d) by puretl . com / do not steal / re po/st

"This is the duck from my hometown." Wen Yantong explained.

Chi Jingxi, who was still confused, put down the paper and saw the half-painted drawing in front of her.

He had never seen this style of painting before. He felt surprised and thought that it was absolutely ridiculous.

Seeing that he was staring at the painting on her paper, Wen Yantong hurriedly pulled out a blank page and said to him, "Little Marquis must have never seen such a painting. Let me show you."

She turned her whole body to one side and put the paper upright in the center. With the tip of the pen stained with ink, she recited, "One Old Man Ding (丁), lent me two eggs. I said I’ll return it in three days, but he said four. Then he gave me a large cookie..."

This was something that any child could draw. Just sing the song once, and an Old Man Ding will appear on the paper. After Wen Yantong finished painting, she said, "Look! This is Old Man Ding. Isn't it amazing?"

Chi Jingxi looked at the person on the paper and suddenly felt very magical. He raised his eyes and saw that Wen Yantong's sheets of paper were full of large and small... Old Man Ding.pure tl . com is the original tler / don’t re-post

He suddenly felt a little pain in his head as he contemplated. Was this person actually studying at Songhai Academy? This was his classmate?

What's the difference between this person and the fool at the city gate who always yelled at a rooster to lay eggs?

Oh, there was a difference. That fool couldn’t draw a Psyduck or an Old Man Ding.

The things in this person's head were unlike other people’s. Others ponder about poetry, writings, laws, and regulations.

And Wen Yantong...

He wondered. "Is your head full of the paste used to glue couplers to doors? That's quite amazing."

Wen Yantong put back her paper and brush pen and sat back down. If you don’t like it, then you don’t like it. Why are you badmouthing me?

As if he put the dust on her nose, Wen Yantong became upset, and the corner of her mouth unknowingly slid down with some resentment.

Chi Jingxi glanced at her and said coldly, "Aren't you going to practice calligraphy?"

Practicing calligraphy was definitely a must. Wen Yantong folded all of her paintings and put them away, then started copying the article again.translate(d) by puretl . com / do not steal / re po/st

Thanks to the fact that she had drawn a lot of things just now, she no longer trembled when using a brush. She was able to write down the characters completely, but they still didn’t look good.

Wen Yantong knew that writing calligraphy was a honed skill, and it was impossible to be a fat man with just one bite. She looked at the rather unsightly font on the paper but felt at ease. It was very motivating to make some progress, so she copied half of it in one go.

After writing until her arm was a little sore, she put her brush down, stretched her shoulders, and yawned. Once she moved, Wen Yantong realized that she had been sitting for a long time, and her legs were a little numb.

She only crossed one leg and stretched her injured right leg straight. This position made her feel uncomfortable, so she wanted to take a couple of steps.pure tl . com is the original tler / don’t re-post

She glanced at Chi Jingxi, and seeing that he was concentrating on copying, she slowly got up. The movement was very light, and there was no disturbing sound. But at such a close distance, it was impossible for Chi Jingxi not to notice her actions, so he became distracted for a moment, which led to him writing the wrong word.

Chi Jingxi became annoyed.

Wen Yantong held her crutches and stretched a few times. After feeling that her muscles and bones were not stiff anymore, she slowly sat down again.

After coexisting peacefully in the same room with Chi Jingxi for about two hours, Wen Yantong felt that she had achieved quite a feat, so she took out a package of pastries and planned to treat herself.translate(d) by puretl . com / do not steal / re po/st

This pastry is a bit like a glutinous rice cake. It was sweet and only the size of a one-yuan coin, formed into the shape of a ball. Wen Yantong loved to eat it.