Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

Wang Jinyi thought, don't think this is a small story, this is a masterpiece that can make people famous and build a family. Oh, it doesn't mean getting married! Don't take it lightly!

Seeing his mother and Qing'er covering their mouths and laughing, Wang Jinyi decided to give a spoiler first. :

"This is the story of 12 sisters with different lives, different families and different destinies."

After looking at his mother, he continued:

“I’m going to write 12 stories this time.”

"Oh, just tell your mother briefly first, and then she will record it for you."

Therefore, Wang Jinyi separated each person according to the verdict, forming an independent character.

Of course, the name had to be chosen by the mother, and so the first story, "The Biography of Lin Shu Niang," came into being.

The next eleven articles follow naturally.

Another early afternoon.

No. 9, Yongxing Lane, welcomed its first guests - grandparents.

Grandfather stopped the doorman's announcement and went into the house with grandmother, which was specially purchased for the family's middle school students to take imperial examinations.

The environment here is quiet, and many celebrities gather nearby. There are many bookstores and bookshops around, and the literary style is prevalent. It is more convenient to consult various learning materials, and there is also a stronger cultural atmosphere.

At this time in the courtyard of No. 9 Yongxing Lane, there was no noise except the rustling sound of wind blowing through the leaves.

Grandfather followed the shadows of the trees on the east side and came to the east wing.

At this time, the study door was ajar, and Wang Shuli was facing the door and window, as if he was reciting something facing the wall. He was not wearing an outer robe, which he had taken off and hung on a hanger, and he was only wearing a short shirt.

The bottom trouser legs were rolled up to the knees, and the feet were wearing coarse cloth socks.

All the hair is pulled up on the top of the head and tied with a cloth band.

What did he write while recalling and reciting? The grandfather walked over quietly, stood behind his second son, and nodded slightly while reading.

Time just passes by in silence.

The grandmother and the maid behind her finally turned around and walked towards the Haitang Second Gate.

As soon as they arrived at the door, the gatekeeper bowed and went to report to the lady. Just then, Zhu'er and Nanny Wang came out of the room after checking the accounts and bowed hurriedly.

Hearing the sound, the mother hurried out of the room.

Wang Jinyi had no time to care who came into the yard.

Because Wang Jinyi was addicted to the brush strokes and strokes, yes, it can be called addictive, why? Because no matter which maid in the room "obstructed" her, she could not let Wang Jinyi stop to rest.

Even though her hands were covered in ink, her little hands were shaking from exhaustion, and there wasn't a single satisfactory word written on the paper, Wang Jinyi still held back her tears and resolutely "ruined" the paper and ink.

I have been writing for a whole month. It would be fine if it was not good, but it is so terrible that it is unreadable. What the hell is this?

Since Wang Jinyi started practicing calligraphy, his nerves seemed to have become stronger and stronger, but what was the purpose of this method of tempering? No matter how strong his heart was, he could not bear it.

How can this be so pitfall? How can this be so stupid? Now, I can’t write; I can’t do female work.

Wang Jinyi began to feel infinitely negative about herself, and even felt like she didn't recognize herself anymore.

I am wailing in my heart, who can save my self-esteem?

As if the heavens had heard Wang Jinyi's call, the door opened. Grandmother and mother both appeared in front of the door, Zhu Yu and the wet nurse bowed together, interrupting Wang Jinyi's self-punishing calligraphy practice.

The mother saw that her daughter's collar, hands and face were all stained with ink.

There seemed to be something flickering in his eyes, and he rescued Wang Jinyi from the desk first.

The wet nurse moved quickly and took off the young lady's gown. Zhu Yu was even faster and took a wet towel and wiped the young lady's hands and face. After that, the two of them took the things in their hands and went downstairs to clean up.

The grandmother in the room sat down first, and then the mother and daughter sat below her.

Looking at her granddaughter's angry face and slightly trembling right arm, the grandmother smiled and shook her head slightly.

The mother massaged Wang Jinyi's arm and comforted her softly:

"Jin'er, grandma is here to see you, you can rest for a while."

The grandmother looked at the child's angry expression and said with a smile:

"Jin'er's handwriting is okay. Grandmother just saw it and it's pretty good. It just needs long-term practice. After a few more months of practice, there will be improvement.

Your grandfather is here today too. He is in the front hall. We can ask him to write a piece of calligraphy in a while. If you practice calligraphy slowly, you will gradually get better. We are not in a hurry. We will eventually get good at it."

When Wang Jinyi heard this, she thought that with her current level of the first lesson in the elementary class, she would need to practice for 20 years to be able to write such vigorous and simple characters! Yes, it means that after 20 years, she would be able to catch up with him.

This is pure shock, crazy shock.

"No, I don't want to. Wuuuu."

Wang Jinyi had been unwilling and persistent for a month; unwilling and persistent again, going through the repeated cycle of effort and failure, and finally had an outlet to vent.

From soft sobs to loud tears.

: I, I have to cry, otherwise I will really get depressed.

Wang Jinyi cried and sobbed, and then began to hiccup. Her mother helped her daughter rub her back and calm her down.

Zhu Yu returned and reported:

"The master and our grandfather are in the outer courtyard. Let the old lady and the lady bring the young lady over there."

Wang Jinyi came to his senses: Why is my grandfather here? If something happens, shouldn't we call all the family members back to the Wang residence? Oh, the house has been "occupied" by that annoying guy, humph!

Before Wang Jinyi finished his denunciation, he entered the main hall in the front yard and sat down according to his seat. When he sat down next to his mother, he heard his grandfather speak:

"This is the complete set of Jin'er's Journey to the West. It's selling well and we're printing more copies. We've also negotiated a deal for your Twelve Beauties Stories Collection and are preparing to publish it. I heard you're writing a new story?"

Wang Jinyi finally cleared the fog in her heart and saw a little light, and her confidence was slowly growing.

He took a few breaths but still hadn't calmed down.

Mother came over and put Wang Jinyi down from the big armchair and smoothed the corners of her clothes.

Wang Jinyi walked to the center of the lobby in an orderly manner.

"Grandfather, I want to write a story about knights. I wonder if it will sell well."

After thinking for a while, he asked again:

"Does the Twelve Beauties Stories sell for a lot of money?" Grandfather was puzzled.

"Does your love of making up stories have anything to do with making money?"

"Yes, if it sells well, that means a lot of people want to read it, and it means people need it, so I can continue to write!"

"Oh?! You wrote about 12 ladies with different life experiences. What else can you write?"

"Of course, you can write 12 more girls. We have many girls at home, and you can add more imagination!"

"Okay, tell your grandfather one first."

Wang Jinyi thought about it for a moment, then he erased the unfortunate death of Yuanyang from the story of the famous Dream of the Red Chamber, and instead told the story of a capable maidservant who had a good ending in the end.

All the adults in the room listened to the child's story, and no one interrupted.