Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 40 Same people but different fates

Following Gao Jingming's stroke order, Chen Xuan held his wrist high and wrote, but his hand felt like it was not his own. It was difficult to control the strength, and it was even shaking a little.

So he wrote a bunch of strokes directly on the paper when he first put down his pen.

Ah this...

Chen Xuan clenched his toes tightly and felt his face getting a little hot, but he didn't know if it was red or not.

"How long has it been since I last wrote with a pen? Let alone a brush? And now my account is pretty much washed out. I've never written before, especially with characters I'm not familiar with, so this is quite normal."

Comforting himself in his heart, he glanced around and found that Gao Jingming didn't pay any attention to him at all. Xiao Ye remained silent and even noticed that Chen Xuan's eyes were asking if there was something wrong.

I'm afraid I'm overthinking it. 'I'm still young and haven't read a book, let alone written.' I'm afraid they think this is normal.

Understanding this, Chen Xuan felt less embarrassed. He encouraged himself. If he wasn't good at it, he should practice more. He had already taken the college entrance examination, so why was he afraid of this? Although his results were not ideal...

Continue, continue. Chen Xuan was fully focused, as if facing a great enemy. He wrote again, but damn, his writing was crooked and his strokes were too light.

I believed your lies, Chen Xuan resisted the urge to use his left hand to support his right hand and struggled with the pen, ink and paper.

After finally completing the word "bai" according to Gao Jingming's stroke order, Chen Xuan covered his face and wanted to die. It was simply unbearable to look at. What were those twisted things on the paper?
As expected of me, my writing is a mess.

"If I throw a steamed bun on a piece of paper, even a dog can lick it better than I can write it. That's about it, right?"

While muttering to himself, Chen Xuan couldn't help but look towards Gao Jingming. He had already started the third row.

Comparing what I wrote with the standard text in the book, I realized that his is not much better. We are both the same.

With the comparison, Chen Xuan felt much more at ease, and continued immediately, over and over again. Gradually, he found some feeling and wrote a little better than at the beginning.

When he finished writing the first stroke of the character "白" ten times, he felt his whole arm was numb and he was shaking slightly.

After all, I'm still young, and it's really difficult to maintain this kind of writing.

Chen Xuan immediately took back his previous words in his heart. How could this be easy? It was clearly a torturous job.

At this moment, Gao Jingming had also finished writing the first character ten times. He stretched his neck to look at Chen Xuan. He rubbed his wrist and grinned at Chen Xuan, saying, "Haha, Xuan, your handwriting is really ugly."

Little brother, do you want to take a look at what you wrote?

Muttering in his heart, as a book boy, Chen Xuan still abided by his duty and did not make a sarcastic remark. Instead, he pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Sorry to make you laugh, Master. I have never been to school."

"It's okay, I've only been studying for more than a month. You will get better with more practice. You should strive to reach my current level as soon as possible. I have been praised by your teacher," Gao Jingming patted Chen Xuan on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Can this level earn praise from the gentleman?
He was stunned for a moment, but Chen Xuan quickly considered that for a child of this age who had just started school, it would be good enough if he could calm down and complete his homework, so he didn't ask for too much.

Give the young master some face, so Chen Xuan nodded and said: "Young master is really amazing, I will work hard to catch up with you"

"Haha, A Xuan, it may not be that easy for you to catch up with me. Forget it, I won't discourage you. Let's move on to the next word." Gao Jingming smiled proudly. He was so confident. It was obvious that he had never been discouraged. Which child doesn't have some arrogance at the beginning?

At this time, Xiao Ye reminded him: "Xuan'er, it's time to grind ink for the young master, and change the paper."

Chen Xuan did as he was told, thinking, "Practice writing one character on a piece of paper?" Surprisingly, he actually filled up the paper with one character.

Then they both continued, both very seriously.

However, there is a saying that the eyes and the brain understand, but the hands end up scolding them for farting.

It's not that Chen Xuan is hiding his incompetence to save face for young master Gao Jingming because of his status, but he is really not used to it and can't control the strength. He has clearly thought about how to start writing, but it just doesn't go according to that plan.

Over half an hour later, it was completely dark outside. Chen Xuan and his friends had only finished writing five characters, so it's not worth mentioning how they fared. Meanwhile, Chen Xuan noticed figures swaying outside the window. They must have been Madam Gao and her friends. He assumed they were focused, so he left without interrupting them. He watched for a moment and then left.

This kind of writing with the wrist suspended is really torturous and it is also a physical job. Later, my arms started to tremble and my speed slowed down, so it took me half an hour to complete five words.

"A Xuan, take a break. My arms are so sore that I can't stand it any more," Gao Jingming offered. He kept rubbing his wrist while speaking, with a bitter look on his face.

Chen Xuan thought that it was not easy to persevere. After all, he was born into a wealthy family. What's wrong with complaining a little? It was good enough that he didn't give up.

Then he stopped and looked at his chicken-like handwriting. Chen Xuan said, "It turns out that reading and writing is so difficult."

"That's right," Gao Jingming nodded in agreement, then said with a gloomy face, "But this is just the beginning. Hard times are still ahead. My teacher said that if you want to write well, you have to get calluses on your hands several times, and your writing arm might even be thicker than the other."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan looked at the other party and hesitated to speak, secretly complaining that wouldn't it take to train the Qilin Arm?
They looked at each other in silence.

Gao Jingming then continued, "Many times I wanted to give up learning, but I couldn't get past my mother, not to mention my sister wrote to warn me that if she checked next time I didn't learn well, she would break my legs. If not, I still have to learn to write."

Your sister is just trying to scare you, but you do deserve a beating if you don't study hard.

Chen Xuan didn't dare say this out loud.

I was just thinking, this little bit of fatigue is nothing, I can still persevere. If you can't bear the hardship of studying, you will have to suffer the hardship of life in the future.

Besides, if he doesn't persevere, not to mention whether the Gao family will "help" him to persevere, he may even lose his current good job if he is really helpless.

There is no way, there is a way out.

Gao Jingming smiled and said, "I used to suffer alone, but now that Xuan is suffering with me, I feel much better. Come on, we've rested enough, let's continue..."

Does the emotional book boy also have the function of regulating mood?

But you know what, after going through hardships together, learning and growing together, and staying together for many years, their relationship is probably stronger than the four iron bonds of life. As long as the relationship is in place, the boundary between the so-called master and servant will become blurred, and perhaps only outsiders care about this.

After the two of them finally finished the ten words, they both felt that their arms were not their own and it was difficult to lift them.

Chen Xuan estimated that this arm would feel uncomfortable for several days before gradually getting used to it.

When they put down their pens, Xiao Ye said from the side: "Master, you must be tired. Xiao Cai has prepared hot water. Wash up and give you a massage to relax."

"I'm quite tired, Xuan. I'll go back to the room first." Gao Jingming got up and left. He was probably really tired and had no interest in playing with Chen Xuan, the new servant.

Looking at the mess on the desk, Chen Xuan thought to himself that this was the treatment of a rich young master. He didn't have to clean up after finishing his homework, and he would even have someone give him a massage.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing cannot be envied.

Gao Jingming was done, but Chen Xuan wasn't. After he left, Xiao Ye looked at him and said, "Xuan'er, you should clean up your desk. Especially the young master's manuscripts need to be organized and stored properly so that the madam and the others can check them. You also need to take them to the school and give them to the teacher for review. Don't be careless."

"Okay, Sister Xiaoye, I wonder where you put the manuscript?" Chen Xuan nodded. Since it is the fate of a servant now, he should not get sick like the young master.

Xiao Ye smiled and said, "You're welcome. Come, let me teach you..."

It took a while to clean up. When Chen Xuan blew out the lights, closed the door and had some free time, it was already late at night and time to rest.

After returning to his room and shaking his still sore arms, he felt melancholy that studying was not an easy task, but he wondered how much better it was than farming.

Be content...

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