Without a suitable calligraphy model, Shen Xingmian decided to practice holding the brush first.

She found a video tutorial and tried to hold the pen in the correct way, but after so many years of using pencils and fountain pens, her pen-holding posture was already set and it was really difficult to change.

Just like some people who are used to nine-key input on their phones and are good at touch typing on a keyboard, but once they start using twenty-six-key input on their phones, they suddenly forget how to do it.

I don't know what the problem is, but it's just incredibly slow.

Even though I type very fast when I'm touching the keyboard.

Her current situation is similar to that of a 26-key input method on a mobile phone; her mind seems to have figured it out, but her hands just can't coordinate it.

When she felt her own irritability and impatience, Shen Xingmian quickly put down her pen, took a deep breath, and told herself that she must calm down.

It's impossible that she's the only one who can't do something that so many people can do well.

She's not that stupid; she can't even hold a pen properly. She must just be a beginner and not used to it yet.

Gradually, with more practice, it will definitely get better.

After arguing with herself for a while, she finally picked up her pen again and started to challenge herself.

She practiced for more than half an hour, but what she wrote was crooked and messy, much uglier than her penmanship.

She recalled seeing videos of people writing characters a while back, and because the visual effects were so beautiful, she was tempted to try it herself.

But for the two reasons mentioned earlier, she gave up before even starting.

This time it definitely won't happen!

Even my lively older cousin, one of the children in the family, still practices calligraphy for more than an hour every day, as required by my aunt.

She can't be the worst one.

Not to mention Dao Dao, at such a young age, his handwriting is already comparable to that of a master calligrapher. Even if he never practices again, it won't be too bad.

She is the only one who is alright in both speech and action, but when she picks up a pen to write, she inevitably receives a lot of surprised looks.

That gaze was like a knife to her.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

After much painful reflection, she resolved to eliminate this flaw and ensure that every letter she wrote home afterward would become increasingly beautiful.

Work hard quietly, and then amaze everyone.

hey-hey.

With this in mind, Shen Xingmian became even more motivated. Looking at the unruly brush, he was no longer annoyed, but instead became more and more patient.

After a fierce battle with the calligraphy brush until bedtime, I finally made some progress, and it didn't feel as awkward as it did at first.

Shen Xingmian firmly believes that muscle memory is very reliable, just like blind typing on a keyboard, where you can find the position of all the letters without looking down.

I looked down and realized, oh no, where was that letter again?

This is the benefit of muscle memory; even if the brain can't react in time, the fingers can still recognize it.

I believe that as long as she practices diligently every day, mastering calligraphy will be a piece of cake!

With a dream of becoming a master calligrapher in mind, Shen Xingmian lay down on the bed with a smile on his face. He was dreaming about something, and he was still laughing to himself in the middle of the night.

The next morning, right after breakfast, Shen Xingmian felt a little itchy and wanted to go back to the table to try again and see if she had made any progress overnight.

She was completely out of her mind; otherwise, she certainly wouldn't have thought that just taking a nap would make her any better.

That's just wishful thinking.

It's rare for someone to have such a great passion for something, and Shen Xingmian really hopes that this will help her maintain it.

It is often said that "one minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage," and this saying is also true when it comes to calligraphy.

She doesn't believe she can't do a good job if she puts in the effort.

However, we must not be impatient for quick results, and we must not be discouraged if we do not see results in a short period of time.

That won't do.

Before setting off, she glanced at the map and figured that at this pace, she would reach Uncle Jiang Yu's villa in three days at most.

Since she was going to pass by anyway, she would just take a look. If there was no one there, she would just leave; if there were people there, she would stay a while.

Shen Xingmian noticed that this time when she went out, she had a very easygoing attitude and didn't feel flustered no matter where she went.

Apart from feeling a little homesick, everything else is fine.

Of course, she was able to have this mindset thanks to the space; otherwise, the luggage alone would have made it hard for her and Xue Tuan to breathe.

Where would one find such ease and freedom?

For the past three days, Shen Xingmian has been moving at full speed. When Xue Tuan went back to her space to rest, she would switch to riding a horse. When her bottom got too sore from the bumpy ride, she would switch to riding an electric scooter for a while.

I almost worked myself to death.

She didn't know why she was in such a hurry; she just inexplicably wanted to get going. Since there was nothing else to do on the road, she simply kept traveling.

When they arrived at the villa, it wasn't dark yet. She managed to shorten the three-day journey to two days; she really went all out.

After knocking on the courtyard gate, someone answered after a while. The servant who opened the door saw a pretty young girl he didn't recognize and asked with barely polite manner, "Who is the young lady looking for?"

Shen Xingmian glanced inside, and in that one glance, she felt something was off.

The noise inside was chaotic. It was clear that the maids and servants were well-trained and had been very restrained, but they made a lot of noise because they were too busy.

“My father is a friend of your master’s family, and he specifically asked me to come and visit. I don’t have a visiting card, but as long as you say that Wang Xiaomian has come, Uncle Jiang Yu will know.”

The servant didn't move, his expression hesitant.

Shen Xingmian had a bad feeling and quickly asked, "Is something wrong at your residence? I am skilled in medicine, do you need my help?"

The servant's eyes lit up immediately, and he then carefully examined Shen Xingmian. After looking her over, his expression darkened again. How could such a young girl possibly be proficient in medicine...?

I guess he's just spouting nonsense here to sneak in.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but our household is not at ease receiving guests today. Please come back in a couple of days." After saying this, the servant was about to close the door and walk back, wondering if he could be of any help.

Shen Xingmian grabbed him and said anxiously:

"If it's a matter of life and death inside, you'd better not waste your time here and take me inside to see the person right away."

Her words were extremely blunt, startling the servant, who then hesitated.

Their villa is in a quiet and secluded environment, but it is also quite far from the town, making it difficult to get a doctor.

Given Miss Yu's condition, it's likely she won't be able to wait for the doctor to return.

But then, a young girl comes to their door claiming to be "proficient in medicine," which just seems really odd.

It looks exactly like a trap.

The servant was still conflicted. What if the girl was a bad person? If he let her in, it would only make things worse. Wouldn't he be beaten to death by his master?

Seeing that he was really indecisive, Shen Xingmian simply pushed him aside and slipped inside like a fish.