Literary Girls Nurturing Program

Go to the imperial capital, come back here, what have you gained?

Wang Jia's writing brush landed on the rice paper, and the side edge slanted out, drawing deep marks, like a sharp black sword, dividing the best Shuxuan into two worlds.

Shaking his hands, he put down the brush.Wang Jia reached out and wiped his own face, closed his eyes, and felt the tranquility brought by the darkness.

It was Monday, and Wang Jia asked for leave by himself, instead of going to school, he fled to Weng Shu.

She doesn't want to go to school, maybe these people will know the results of their games, maybe they don't.But they all came to ask questions, and Wang Jia didn't want to answer such questions.

On weekends in the imperial capital, she tried her best to keep herself normal, and did not ruin the three of them's trip to the imperial capital, at least let Yuan Jia have a good time playing.Wang Jia didn't have so many complaints.

I don't want to show weakness to anyone, I don't want to feel that I am inferior to anyone... But in fact, I am still so weak!Can't completely get what you want... What good is the so-called rebirth?Did you prescribe some golden finger for yourself?

Wang Jia has never regarded herself as the protagonist, but if she really said that she never expected herself to be Lingyun, it would be a lie.

But this kind of thinking seems too naive now, why can't you see yourself more clearly?Some things cannot be achieved simply by working hard...

The more he thought about it, the more emotional Wang Jia looked at the marks he had drawn on the rice paper, and felt that he no longer had the strength to hold the pen anymore.

Wang Jia's movement did not hide from Weng Shu's eyes, but Weng Shu himself promised his old friend to draw a painting, and now it is at the juncture of finishing, and Wang Jia is obviously adjusting himself, so he just let Wang Jia be quiet.But looking at it now, she is digging into a dead end.

Weng Shu, who paid attention to Saturday's New Concept Composition Contest, of course knows what kind of state Wang Jia is now. In terms of the pride in Wang Jia's bones, a No.2, actually No.3, really won't let him She is satisfied.

It is estimated that what she is aiming at is the grand prize, and now the grand prize has been won by the little girl she led all the way, it should be very depressing.Wang Jiahui was happy for that girl, but at the same time, the feeling in his heart was quite unspeakable.

So now Wang Jia is so restless that he can't write anything, of course it's normal.

Weng Shu added the last touch of ink, stamped his seal, and put down his brush.He walked gently to Wang Jia's side, and saw that Wang Jia wasted several sheets of rice paper, using the pen so violently, and the lines of every word were so messed up, it showed how confused Wang Jia was.

Wang Jia, who was trapped in his own world, didn't notice Weng Shu's movements at all, and was still thinking wildly, his mind was in a mess, and the reason and pride of all adults began to distort into shouting faces.

Weng Shu picked up the brush, and filled in a few ink splashes on the rice paper destroyed by Wang Jia, and the devastating messy lines on the familiar rice paper all became Shenfeng's helpers.

It is not easy to make freehand paintings on Shuxuan, but Weng Shu did not spare his expensive ink and filled in the pictures on Shuxuan.

In a trance, Wang Jia smelled the thick fragrance of ink emanating from the air. In the blurry world in front of his eyes, the ink and wash were smudged layer by layer, as if a magical and strange illusion was opening for him.

It suddenly occurred to me that I should be practicing calligraphy and meticulous painting, but she had just stood here for so long. Surprised, Wang Jia looked up and saw that the teacher was drawing on the rice paper, and the ink was absorbed by the rice paper , or so left on the paper, the light scatters a faint light.

The landscape painting was completed very quickly, but the traces of ink on it were not completely dry.

Holding a pen in his hand, Weng Shu asked, "How is it?"

Wang Jia was taken aback by the question, looked at the painting carefully, his rusty brain began to turn, and answered after a while: "The teacher should be very tired when painting freehand landscapes on inappropriate paper?"

"It's not that it should be very tiring, but that it really took more effort, so it's very tiring. It's too tiring to make inappropriate things." Weng Shu put down his brush.

Wang Jia was sure that what Weng Shu said meant something—was the so-called inappropriateness saying that he was not suitable for literature? ——Hitting his heart, Wang Jiachui clenched his hands by his side into fists.

Weng Shu put down the brush and said, "Your expression is too ugly now, and your heart is not calm. What's the benefit of forcing yourself to write calligraphy and painting fine brushwork? Forced to do things by yourself will not achieve the purpose of cultivating sentiment, but will make you too Tired. What are the children thinking now? Just like to force yourself so much?"

Wang Jia's face turned pale, he loosened and tightened his hands, tightened and loosened again, repeated more than a dozen times, and finally said in a shy voice, "What do you think, teacher, so you don't force yourself?"

"What do you think about calligraphy?" Weng Shu didn't answer Wang Jia's question, but asked another question himself.

Wang Jia said: "Calligraphy is a very interesting thing, the art of writing, the process of making oneself physically and mentally happy."

"You're right, so what do you think you're doing?" Weng Shu has long been dissatisfied with Wang Jia's way of saying one thing and doing another. Now that Wang Jia seems to be in a kind of confusion in life, he is about to enter When there is a dead end, as a teacher, he can give some pointers.It would be better if we could solve all the problems together by the way, so Weng Shu's problems followed one another.

Wang Jia looked at Weng Shu in confusion, and said, "...Am I...wasting time?"

"It's kind of self-knowledge." Weng Shu looked at the child's confused look, and felt a little soft in his heart, "Do you know what you looked like in front of me before, and what you look like now?"

Wang Jia shook her head, she never figured out what Weng Shu meant, and this time was no exception.When Weng Shu spoke, she could only listen, listen to the wisdom in his words, and listen to what he taught her... She never succeeded in guessing Weng Shu.

"I don't even dare to guess. I'm just a human being. How can my thoughts be so complicated?" Weng Shu laughed at himself, and then said, "In the past, you looked like a proud underage cockfight in front of me; Lost lamb."

Wang Jia blushed when she was told by Weng Shu's metaphor. Her soul had already grown up, but in the eyes of the old man, she was so angry that she had such an image.And when Wang Jia instinctively wanted to refute, Weng Shu raised his hand and said sternly, "Listen to me."

Wang Jia couldn't refute his request, so he could only watch Weng Shu continue.I just held my breath in my heart, so the eyes looking at Weng Shu were extremely bright because of dissatisfaction.

On the contrary, Weng Shu was quite satisfied with the look in his eyes. He said: "In the past, you were a little too desperate, as if you were dying and you had to push yourself forward. But you have no illness or pain. Except for the illness in August, you They are all living well, their lives are not considered rich, and they never have to worry. So I guess it is because you have walked through the gate of hell that you are so eager."

"...The New Concept Composition Competition is a good platform. Its certificate is recognized as a national competition, so it is not easy to get a second prize. I know you have a higher goal in your heart, and this Whether a defeat is due to lack of strength or you are too arrogant, only you know best." Weng Shu narrowed his eyes, stroked his beard, and said, "Because of losing a small game, you will die or live, why bother?" Follow the path of literature?"

"If you set your life goals too clearly, and even wear away your own nature for this goal, what do you want left in your words?" Weng Shu didn't know how Wang Jia lost his spirit Yes, Wang Jia in front of him can be said to be sensible, but the range of sensible is not the precocious understanding of a child, but the indifference of a middle-aged person who is almost without ambition.

Such behavior is of course very undesirable, but because Wang Jia was not at fault, Weng Shu couldn't correct it for a while.Now is the time.

Wang Jia was stunned, and said hesitantly: "But I..." She is so old, why does she still look like a stunned young man?

"How old do you think you are? Just a 12-year-old kid. What's wrong with learning, you have to follow the crowd of middle-aged people with no ambitions? It's good that you have a goal, but why abandon all other entertainment for this goal What’s the use of studying hard if you’re working so hard? You’ll become an idiot sooner or later.” When Weng Shu said this, he really slapped Wang Jia on the head.

Restrain yourself to the point of hypocrisy, wear down your personality to follow the crowd, separate yourself from others and withdraw from the secular world, will you appear to be special?Stubbornness does not know how to adapt... How can I go further in this way?

Literature needs to maintain a pure heart, it needs the spirit of curiosity and exploration, it needs to dig a little bit, to develop one's own personality, literature is very active, instead of dying in silence, if it really continues, Wang Jia will not only have If you don't get the result you want, it will even get worse.

"Also, after a little failure, you are so decadent? You are so flustered and overwhelmed, do you have the heart to work hard?" Weng Shu continued to ask questions, which made Wang Jia even more puzzled.

Wang Jia had been asking herself what she had gained since she was reborn. From experiencing the horror of death, to opening her eyes and seeing a strange couple crying with joy in front of her hospital bed, she finally accepted her current "Wang Jia" "The identity, and what is it for?

She is firmly on the path of literature, but is she really firm?A little bit of frustration made her doubt herself—is she jealous of her old self?She clearly knows that this world is a parallel world with a highly developed culture, a world that may be developed very differently by her predecessors, but she has been looking at all this with the old eyes of the past, saying that she has learned about this world , accepted the reality of this world, in fact, she never really regarded herself as a part of this world...

She was just too indulged in her own world... and she never thought about what she was doing, and she was always too selfish to think that her actions were not wrong at all.Do what you want to do according to your own ideas, without considering other people.Even if you make friends with others, it is not a sincere exchange.

In fact, Fu Ning and the others are very good friends, and they are also people who live a sunny life, but Wang Jia is always separated from them. Even when facing "himself", Wang Jia is almost impeccable ——Are those really me?

I've been acting for so long that I even forget what I should be like.The turbulent life has polished my edges and corners, but is my heart really willing to let myself be so smooth?Why do I only keep everything in my heart? If it is because no one is willing to listen, there are obviously so many people who are willing to be dumped by themselves.

Why do I always choose the stupidest way?

Wang Jia looked at the dried ink stains on the rice paper, the clear and light fragrance lasted for a long time, the best brush and ink, the best rice paper, even cooked rice can't do the same as raw rice, it can smudge the ink into several layers , the thick and colorful freehand brushwork still looks so beautiful.

Things that are not suitable for you must be thrown away.

In the future, I will bury all my dissatisfaction, unhappiness, and discomfort, and say that I don’t care. In fact, I just let a little bit of negative emotion accumulate in my heart, and it is very likely that I will be overwhelmed in the end.

Even though her soul is an adult, her body is still a teenager. Why must she give up more things while filling her regrets?

When did she become such a great man?

Wang Jia thought about what he had done recently, and he felt that he was so hypocritical...and so majestic and upright, his three views were about to explode! Σ(°△°|||)︴

If possible, Wang Jia's current expression is that of a dark cloud, and his face is broken.

Of course Weng Shu didn’t know the emojis in this world, so he just looked at Wang Jia and thought that this stupid student must have figured it out, and then said: “Since I figured it out, I can either continue to practice calligraphy and painting, or go back to school by myself. Go to class."

Wang Jia came back to his senses, looked at the time of the chiming clock on the wall, and decided to stay at Weng Shu's house to continue studying: "Teacher, I'd better continue practicing calligraphy. It's not interesting to go to school now."

"Then take good care of your pen and paper, and don't do weird things that make you stupid. You can't learn anything overnight. Even if you have the best drawing skills, the things you choose are not suitable. You can’t draw anything that shocks you.”

Everyone has something they are good at or something they are not good at. The so-called perfection does not exist at all.And it is precisely because human beings are not perfect that they foolishly pursue perfection.

But the most important thing for you is the result or the process, it depends on yourself.

So, Wang Jia is young after all.