Raised after a boy's scumbag

Chapter 25 Men Should Be Harder To Himself

After writing this time, Liu Tong felt that the whole person was more energetic. Although it was only a psychological feeling, he did have a bit of addictive pleasure.

"It's not bad. I can give you half a star, but I'm calculating it with the tail off method, so it's zero. You still have two chances." The yellow-faced man said leisurely.

"Okay, I'll try my best." Liu Tong nodded. Apart from being ugly, this ugly yellow-faced man was quite a humorous program.

Before the second pass, Liu Tong reviewed the deficiencies of the first pass before formally writing.

This time, he didn't write it down in one breath, but every time he wrote a word, he carefully figured out how the word was used in running script.

The so-called running script is actually a very free font, between cursive script and regular script. It is neither as wild and disorderly as cursive script, nor as neat and rigid as regular script. Therefore, the same character in running script can be written in many ways and styles. It can also best reflect the artistic conception of a calligrapher.

But for Liu Tong, he still can't talk about the artistic conception. When he copied, he tried to find a way to copy better. After so many times of copying, he finally became more proficient in using the brush. As for the deeper calligraphy skills , he is still a layman.

After writing it for the second time, Liu Tong felt that he had made some progress. Although it didn't look much better than the last time, the introverted feeling seemed to have his own style.

"Very good, worthy of praise. Your progress is so fast, which really surprises me. You have already touched the threshold of calligraphy." The yellow-faced man showed a hint of relief. He paused slightly after saying this, and said: " It's a pity, it's still a little short, and it's a little short of getting one star, so I'm sorry, it's still zero."

Liu Tong was looking forward to the yellow-faced man's evaluation, but he heard only sporadic ones. He grinned, knowing that this guy said that on purpose, suppressed his anger, smiled and said, "Okay, teacher, I'll continue." .”

"That's right, your mentality has also grown. You still have one last chance. Come on." The yellow-faced man also smiled.

Standing in front of the desk, Liu Tong didn't start the third time right away. He quietly experienced the harvest of the second time, and then slowly picked up the brush and started to write the first character.

This time, before he wrote each word, he stopped for a moment to concentrate before starting to write, which was very slow and exhausting, but he didn't care about it.

When he wrote the 218th word, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Opening his eyes again, Liu Tong saw that the morning sun outside had risen very high, and at the same time, he vaguely heard the conversation of his parents outside.

When I got up to get dressed, I heard my mother yelling: "Xiaotong, come out for dinner soon."

"Here we come." Liu Tong went out quickly, and saw his father sitting on the sofa looking at his phone, "Dad, when did you come back?"

"I arrived home at two o'clock in the morning yesterday, son, how are you learning at home these days?"

"It's okay, but I'm mainly practicing handwriting these days, and I want to write good handwriting." Liu Tong said.

"Practice calligraphy?" Liu Yonggang was taken aback. He was dubious about his son's words. He heard from his wife that his son was obsessed with leg pressing these days, and that he had difficulty walking with his legs every day, and he had a tendency to abuse himself.

But he was very relieved that his son put so much effort into leg pressing. After all, it is easier for a man to succeed if he is more ruthless to himself.

But when he asked casually, his son actually said that he was practicing calligraphy.

"Yes, Dad, I'll write you a few words for you to read." Liu Tong said, and planned to go to the room to get a pen and paper.

"Hurry up and eat, we'll talk about it later." Xu Chunfang glared at Liu Tong and shouted, "You got up later than usual today, not because you're going to school soon, I won't let you sleep in like this."

"Mom, don't you have to go to school today?" Liu Tong hurriedly sat down at the table to eat.

"Nothing to do in the morning, let's go in the afternoon," Xu Chunfang glared again, "Don't worry about my business."

Liu Tong finished his meal in a few minutes, then took out a piece of white paper and a pen from the room, put it in front of the tea table, and said, "Dad, look at the results of my calligraphy practice these days."

"Oh." Liu Yonggang put down his phone, his eyes fell on Liu Tong's hand.

Seeing Liu Tong write a paragraph of text smoothly, the font did have a bit of skill, which made him nod his head involuntarily, and praised: "My son, your handwriting is really good, you have worked hard, continue Come on."

"Thank you dad for the compliment, I'm going to practice calligraphy." Liu Tong ran into the house excitedly.

At this time, Xu Chunfang came over curiously, looked at the handwriting written by his son just now, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Husband, son's handwriting is really good, and the writing is very beautiful, much better than his previous Gou Crawling handwriting."

"It seems that my son really knows how to work hard. Damn it, whose credit do you think it is?" Liu Yonggang laughed.

"Whose credit? Of course it's mine. I've been urging you every day. It's like you're not at home for eight days, and you're still watching on your phone when you're at home."

"Yeah, you have the most credit, but don't you think your son only started to know how to work hard when he came back from climbing the mountain?"

"It seems to be true, so mountain climbing can really exercise people?"

"Of course, otherwise I like mountain climbing so much, people have to go through hard work to succeed, and the flowers in the greenhouse are waste."

Liu Tong didn't care what his parents discussed outside, he had already devoted himself to the copying task.

For him, there is nothing more important than this task now, and because he is devoted to it, he does not feel tired. The serious writing of each word gradually makes him feel happy.

He wrote it over and over again, until his mother called him out for dinner at noon, when Liu Tong came back to his senses, and wrote it fourteen times without knowing it.

Obviously, today's speed is faster than yesterday's. According to this speed, the task should be completed tonight.

After lunch, he didn't take a break, so he started to copy the task again, writing continuously, his fingers were a little numb, but he didn't care about the joy in his heart.

Before dinner that night, he had copied it 32 times.

At dinner, Liu Yonggang watched his son's fingers trembling while holding the chopsticks, and asked, "Son, pay attention to the balance between work and rest. Are you practicing calligraphy in such a way that you have to use your fingers to waste?"

"Dad, it's nothing. A little pain, it will be fine soon." Liu Tong laughed.

"He's ruthless enough, he's a good guy, he's indeed my son." Liu Yonggang stretched out his thumb and praised.

"Xiaotong, I won't say much about you. Tomorrow is the last day of the holiday. You will report back to school the day after tomorrow. You should prepare everything yourself." Xu Chunfang glanced at her son, who was eating like Pan Jinsen's patient. There was a slight pain in her heart, but thinking of her husband's words and recalling how hard her son pressed his leg a few days ago, she still held back and didn't say much.

From her point of view, such excessive practice by her son is not a good thing, but what Liu Yonggang said still moved her.

A man should be ruthless to himself. Only he knows the limit of a person. If he doesn't try to sprint to the limit when he is young, then he will never have the chance to reach his limit.

(End of this chapter)