Chapter 8 This is the first lesson
Flames spread out, sparks flew, and the raging fire engulfed the entire cardboard box, emitting thick black smoke.
Meng Chenghong had no time to stop Meng Anran. Looking at the flames in the iron barrel, he could only stand there and burst into tears.
Those papers are a testament to his two years of hard work and represent every bit of progress in his journey towards his dream of becoming a great calligrapher.
But my second sister set it on fire and turned it all into ashes.
It seemed to be telling him: You will never be a great calligrapher.
"Second sister, why did you burn it? These are all my treasures! Give them back to me!"
The child was crying loudly, with snot and tears all over his face.
The deafening cries and thick black smoke attracted the old men and women who were spending time in the garden.
They all asked what had happened.
Meng Chenghong cried so hard that her body trembled and she was choked with sobs and unable to speak.
Meng Anran ignored the stares and gossip-filled concerns of others.
She picked up a public broom beside her, dipped it in some water, and swept it across the ground.
The broom in her hand seemed like Ma Liang's magic pen, and she could write with the lifting, pressing and turning of the pen tip.
The beginning of the stroke is subtle and reserved, and the end is neat and clear, and every stroke shows the artist's skill.
No one who sees it would believe that these words were written with a broom.
Even Meng Chenghong was so surprised that she stopped crying and stared at the word "Zihun" on the ground for a long time, unable to recover.
A few old men in the crowd who knew calligraphy couldn't help but applaud.
"Amazing! The center strokes are steady, while the side strokes are free and easy, a perfect balance of strength and softness!"
"Not only that, her control of Feibai is so exquisite, it's obvious she's been practicing for years!"
Meng Anran ignored the opinions of others, threw down the broom and slowly walked towards her brother. She squatted in front of him and said seriously, "If the calligraphy has no soul, it is better to burn it to keep warm. Aren't you going to be a great calligrapher? This is the first lesson."
Meng Chenghong stared at his second sister in a daze, finding it difficult to understand the deeper meaning of her words.
Meng Anran continued, "Calligraphy is an art form. Art is the expression of emotion. You can't achieve it simply by copying. You're quite talented. Please carefully consider what I say. I'll take you to meet someone in a few days."
Meng Chenghong sniffed, wiped her face with her little hands, and stopped crying, "Who are you meeting?"
Meng Anran stood up and rubbed his brother's head. "My friend, a master in the calligraphy world."
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Experts say that it is normal for children to sleep in when they are growing, and sleeping can help them grow taller, so Meng's mother has never objected to Meng Chenghong sleeping in during the holidays.
When Su Wanman saw the child dressed and full of energy appearing in the living room at seven o'clock in the morning, she panicked.
Could he be sick?
Why does it feel like you’ve been injected with chicken blood?
"Mom! My second sister said she would take me to see a great calligrapher today!"
"Then there's no need to get up so early, right?" Su Wanman said, touching Meng Chenghong's forehead worriedly, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he didn't have a fever.
Just then, Meng Anran came out of the room with her bag on her back. She walked straight into the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water, drank it in one gulp, and then said, "Mom, I'm taking Xiaohong to my friend's place. It's a long way, so we'll leave early. Don't cook breakfast, let's go out and eat together."
Su Wanman noticed that Meng Anran was in a hurry, so she nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go change my clothes."
"Where is my brother?" Meng Anran asked again.
"My brother is also changing his clothes! He said he made an appointment with his classmates to go to the library to finish his homework." Meng Chenghong replied.
Mengrong went out to take orders at six o'clock.
After Su Wanman and Meng Yushu changed their clothes, the four of them went to the breakfast shop in Caishikou for a simple meal.
"Brother, my friend is here to pick you up and will take you to the library on the way." Meng Anran called Qin Mu last night and asked to borrow his driver.
The car is now parked at the same intersection as yesterday, waiting.
After saying goodbye to Su Wanman, the three children set off.
Meng Yushu and Meng Chenghong were stunned when they saw the car they were going to take.
Meng Anran glanced at the Toyota logo and felt ashamed.
She asked Qin Mu to send the cheapest car, and he said he would lend her a Toyota. Who would have thought that it was the latest Toyota Alpha MPV?
It was indeed cheap for Qin Mu, nearly one million.
But compared to the second-hand car that the Meng family bought for more than 30,000 yuan, isn’t it a bit too expensive?
"Anran, this... is your friend's car?" Meng Yushu didn't think that Meng Anran couldn't have known rich friends, but she was surprised that Meng Anran could easily borrow a car worth nearly one million after leaving the Lu family.
I was a little confused for a moment. Is Meng Anran still the daughter of the Lu family?
"Yes." Meng Anran quickly calmed down.
After getting on the bus, the brother and sister sat in the two middle seats, while Meng Chenghong stayed in the back seat alone.
"Let's go to the city library first." Meng Anran gave simple instructions.
The driver started the car and set off.
Meng Anran held her phone and sent a WeChat message to Qin Mu.
[Meng Anran]: Master Qin, is this the Toyota you were talking about?
[Qin Mu]: It’s a more than two-hour drive. I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable if you sat for too long, so I specially chose this one.
[Meng Anran]: I remember there is no such car in your garage.
[Qin Mu]: I just bought it. It comes in handy when I need to take a nap on the way to the airport.
Having said this, Meng Anran didn't say much, even though she knew that Qin Mu bought it specially for her.
After delivering Meng Yushu to the library, the car got back on the road and drove to the suburbs on the other side of the city.
Meng Chenghong was so excited that he didn't sleep much the whole night. He got up too early today and fell asleep in the back seat.
The journey was a bit boring. Meng Anran read today's financial news with boredom and fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up again, I had arrived at my destination.
Meng Anran patted her sleeping brother: "Xiaohong, we're here."
Meng Chenghong opened his eyes, yawned, stretched, and looked out the window.
The vast plain is full of mountains and flowing water. White clouds float leisurely on the mountain tops, like fog and smoke, just like a fairyland on earth.
Meng Chenghong's pupils suddenly dilated, staring at the scenery outside the window, unable to move his eyes away, "Second sister, where is this?"
"My friend's house."
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