A chicken in a phoenix nest

Chapter 20

Cause pollution and be wasted in vain.Although my original purpose is to waste, we must waste it in a proper way. "

After finishing speaking, he painted out all the chickens with a pen, leaving only the chicken he drew for the first time: "If it's too ugly, just paint it out!"

He held the chick in his arms: "Although you are on a piece of waste paper, you must know that the environment is not important to a chicken-look at me, I am still living happily and upwardly under the oppression of the old hen since I was a child." It means that we are born with the kind of spirit that is not afraid of difficulties... Well, I will stop talking nonsense with you. Although you occupy a lot of position in my hands, you are the first chicken I created after all. I decided to give you As a birthday present for Feng Yi, just say so if you mind. By the way, when is Feng Yi's birthday?"

The chicken in the painting neither squeaks nor squeaks.

"My birthday is the third day of February."

"Oh," Ji Xiaocan raised her head abruptly, "Why did you come in?"

"Why can't I come in?" Feng Yi came over, took out the paper with chickens in Ji Xiaocan's hand, and looked at it for a while, "The drawing is not bad, how about drawing another thousand."

One thousand!It sounds scary.Perhaps Ji Xiaocan painted for ten days and a half months, whenever he was bored, and it was not endless, but this amount really made Ji Xiaocan want to shrink back: "Forget it. The second chicken I drew, the third chicken No chicken is as good as this one."

"Although your drawing is not bad, it looks weird." Feng Yi knew what Ji Xiaocan was thinking, but he only wanted to scare Ji Xiaocan who couldn't practice calligraphy well, so he didn't continue the topic, "Why don't I help you?" Would you like to change it?"

Ji Xiaocan was a little surprised: "Can you draw chickens?"

"Of course." Feng Yidao said, "I used to be very good at drawing. If Feng San wanted to paint plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, he asked me to paint them for him."

Handing the pen to Feng Yi, Ji Xiaocan waited for the moment of miracle.

Feng Yi picked up the pen and said, "Look here, if you pick it out a little, the effect will be much better. And the eyes, you draw them too wide. The mouth is a bit flat, it needs to be sharper to look like it."

Ji Xiaocan observed the movements of Feng Yi's hands, and watched in amazement as he destroyed a cute chicken.

"You pay my chicken!"

"..." Feng Yi, who is 'very good at drawing', stared at the chick covered in ink blobs, wondering if his drawing skills had regressed.He drew a bamboo next to the chicken, the bamboo branches are tall and straight, and the bamboo leaves are beautiful, which is very beautiful.He also painted chrysanthemums, orchids and plum blossoms, all of which were realistic, beautiful and vivid.

Why can't I draw a chicken?

Feng Yi redraws a chicken.

"It's ugly." Ji Xiaocan told the truth mercilessly.

Big head, short legs, flat body.

Feng Yi feels frustrated.He took the paper away, didn't blame Ji Xiaocan for moving his things, and started to draw chickens on the stack of rice paper that Ji Xiaocan stole before.

"Ugly." Ji Xiaocan made a timely comment.

Cross out and redraw.

"Very distinctive...but still ugly."

Black it out, repaint it.

"A bit of progress."

Hearing this, Feng Yi took it up and looked at it carefully—crossed out, blackened, and redrawn.

"This one is okay."

Reserved.

……

Soon, the ink ran out.When Feng Yi couldn't get a drop of ink, Ji Xiaocan scooped up a large handful of water and started the long-awaited work of grinding ink.

"Studying ink is really hard work." Ji Xiaocan sighed, "But I like it."

Feng Yi looked at more than a dozen pieces of rice paper covered with black crosses and blobs of ink, and suddenly remembered something: "Ji Xiaocan, how many characters have you practiced?"

Ji Xiaocan's movements of grinding the ink paused, and immediately returned to normal, as if she was not affected by Feng Yi's words at all: "La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la again..."

"I'll be hungry after that." Feng Yi interrupted him, "If you practiced a hundred characters today, I'll take you to the world to eat."

"Really?" Ji Xiaocan excitedly said, "The world? You mean that, the world where delicious food is everywhere?"

"Of course. But we can't tell others that we are gods." Feng Yi urged, "Hurry up and practice if you want to."

Ji Xiaocan agreed, and began to practice calligraphy seriously.Feng Yi practiced drawing chickens beside him.

It is not easy for a lazy person to practice a hundred characters in one day, but a person who can draw plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum vividly may not be able to draw chicken well.

Fortunately, whenever Ji Xiaocan was distracted and wanted to take a break, Feng Yi would show him the chicken he drew—for some reason, Ji Xiaocan didn’t want to play when he saw the chicken painted by Feng Yi up.

It was getting late.Ji Xiaocan didn't count how many words he had practiced, but felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, so he fell asleep at his desk.Feng Yi couldn't bear to wake him up, so she carried him to the bed.

When packing up, Feng Yi started to count how many words Ji Xiaocan practiced on a whim.

...exactly 99.

want to play in the world

When Ji Xiaocan woke up, it was already after noon.

He rubbed his eyes, and couldn't wait to ask Feng Yi: "Have I written a hundred words yet?"

Feng Yi hesitated for a moment: "There are a hundred words."

"I won't write too much." Ji Xiaocan wanted to take those sheets of rice paper full of words, "Let me count!"

"One, two, three... Exactly one hundred! But why do I feel that I wrote more than one hundred?"

He didn't realize that among these few sheets of paper, there was a character that was different from what he had practiced—it was added by Feng Yi in order to make up a hundred characters.

It is true that you did not write a hundred words, you did not write a hundred words at all.Feng Yi secretly cursed in his heart.

But he didn't say anything, and all of them disappeared with the wind in Ji Xiaocan's bright eyes: "Then when shall we go to the world?"

Feng Yi thought for a while, and gave an exact number: "Five days later."

"How long will it take?"

"Didn't you just come back from the Demon Realm?" Feng said, "You haven't finished writing 'I can't drink too much' a hundred times."

Ji Xiaocan was dissatisfied: "Didn't I write a hundred words yesterday?"

"You promised me." Feng Yi prepared rice paper, brushes, and ink that was sharpened at some time, "When a man speaks his words, it's hard to follow them—unless you admit that you are not a man."

"I'm not a man. I'm a rooster." Ji Xiaocan said in a voice that only he could hear, but Feng Yi's words simply despised his dignity as a male, so Ji Xiaocan said loudly, "Practice, practice!"

As soon as he said the words, he regretted it—seven words, a hundred times, which is equivalent to seven hundred words he had to write!He wrote all afternoon yesterday, and only finished writing a hundred words.The five days that I thought were very long suddenly became so short, and whether I could finish writing within the deadline was a problem.

Next time, don't talk to Feng Yi about calligraphy practice!

But that's the end of the matter, and there's no use regretting it.Ji Xiaocan picked up the pen and began to write "I can't drink too much alcohol".

Feng Yi lowered the requirements for him: "You don't need to write every character so standard like you practiced calligraphy yesterday, as long as it is clear and clean."

After hearing this, Ji Xiaocan's depressed mood rose again.

Take advantage of the loopholes, such a beautiful word.

"Clear, just clean it up..."

When he wrote more than a dozen "I can't drink too much alcohol", Feng Yi came over to inspect: "It's so clear and clean... Where did it go?"

Feng Yi pointed to one of them and said, "Where is Na?"

"You said write the words clearly and cleanly." Ji Xiaocan continued to write without stopping, "It's just that one stroke and one stroke are missing."

"So, you are not going to explain where the vertical is?" Feng Yi looked down, the more he frowned, "Or are you planning to abandon poor Heng?"

"I miss at most one stroke in every sentence I write."

"Admiration." Feng Yi gave a thumbs up, "How did you manage to write each word so smoothly without missing a single stroke?"

"I don't know." Ji Xiaocan raised his head deeply, showing a smile with two front teeth that instantly destroyed his temperament, "Maybe I'm a genius."

"It's no wonder you're a genius." Taking the brush, Feng Yi wrote Ji Xiaocan's name and his own name on the rice paper: "It's a little difficult for you to write these seven characters within five days—— Although this is nothing to ordinary people. Just practice your name and my name well."

Ji Xiaocan counted the strokes on the side: "'Ji Xiaocan' has nineteen strokes, 'Feng Yi' has five strokes, adding up to 24 strokes; 'I can't drink too much wine' has 54 strokes, a total of [-] strokes more! Then I will write 'Feng Yi' and 'Ji Xiaocan'."

Feng Yi smiled and agreed.Ji Xiaocan wrote Feng Yi two or three times, and learned it right away. The three characters 'Ji Xiaocan' are a little more difficult than 'Feng Yi', but Ji Xiaocan wrote after observing for a while, and the effect is not bad.

An hour later, Ji Xiaocan asked Feng Yi to read his handwriting.Feng Yi looked at it and said dissatisfied: "Why is 'Feng Yi' written so ugly?"

"Is it ugly?" Ji Xiaocan retorted, "I think it's pretty good."

Feng Yi tilted his head and looked carefully: "I always feel a little strange."

"I didn't miss a lot of strokes this time—and isn't the writing of 'Feng Yi' similar to that of 'Ji Xiaocan'? Why don't you say that the writing of 'Ji Xiaocan' is not good-looking?"

"That's where the problem lies." Feng Yi clapped her hands and said, "How can you write 'Feng Yi' the same as 'Ji Xiaocan'?"

Ji Xiaocan looked at him suspiciously: "It's all written by me. Is there something wrong with the same font?"

"I didn't mean that, it's just..." Feng Yi couldn't explain clearly, "Forget it