137. What is the saddest thing in the world?
"Hahahaha, Sister Fufu is so dark-skinned!" The little dumpling burst into laughter.
Lin Lingrong couldn't help but laugh along.
Looking completely bewildered, Lin Fu touched her face, then noticed the black stain on her hands and exclaimed, "What?! The ink can't be wiped off?!"
Lin Lingrong laughed for a while, then changed to a new handkerchief to wipe her face, and Lin Fuman obediently tilted her head back to wipe her face.
Finally, she couldn't resist adding with a fawning smile, "Thank you, sister. You're so gentle, kind, beautiful, generous, and considerate..."
“Even if I praise you, you still need to practice your calligraphy,” Lin Lingrong said bluntly.
Lin Fu's face immediately fell, and she dejectedly turned back to hold her pen.
Under Lin Lingrong's supervision, the little boy reluctantly started writing again.
What is the saddest thing in the world?
Of course, the idea is to finish reading, go home, and happily go out to play, only to discover that even when going out to play, you still need to read and write.
—That's what the little dumpling thought.
"Keep your wrist flat," Lin Lingrong instructed. "Lin Fuman, your handwriting is crooked again."
Lin Lingrong had excellent grades, and her aunt Li Yuniang found her the best school and teacher. She was also diligent and eager to learn, and was more than capable of teaching her two younger sisters.
Lin Fu lay on the table with a distressed expression, her little face covered in ink streaks: "Sister~ I've written it twenty times already..."
She held up her calligraphy copybook, the characters of which looked like crooked caterpillars.
Lin Lingrong frowned, finding it difficult to comment on the mess of handwriting. The little dumpling was also covering her mouth and chuckling, but Lin Lingrong caught her red-handed: "Princess, don't laugh. Your handwriting is a complete mess. Rewrite it. Both of you rewrite it."
So the little dumpling stopped laughing.
The two little ones immediately wilted like frostbitten eggplants.
Lin Fuman secretly stuck her tongue out at the little dumpling and whispered, "Sister is so fierce..."
“I heard you,” Lin Lingrong said coolly from behind them. “Write it again.”
"Ah—" Lin Fuman wailed, collapsing onto the stone table. "Kill me..."
The little girl also wore a pained expression, her tiny hands gripping the brush that was too large for her, trembling as she traced the characters.
A drop of ink "plop" fell onto the paper, and she quickly tried to wipe it with her sleeve, but the more she wiped, the dirtier it became.
The little dumpling looked dejected.
For the first time, she felt the pressure from her older siblings; no wonder her eldest brother could control her second brother.
Lin Lingrong sighed: "You two..."
She walked behind Lin Fuman and gently took her sister's hand: "I'll show you again. Watch carefully, you have to write like this."
Lin Fuman's hand was guided to trace across the paper, and several beautiful characters gradually took shape.
After being guided to write a few words and getting a feel for it, Lin Fu felt confident that she could do it again: "I understand! I understand! Let me try!"
She regained her composure, and with a quick stroke of her pen, she immediately adopted a confident stance, then began to write with flair.
The little dumpling stood on tiptoe to watch, and was surprised to find that Lin Fuman's handwriting was—
It's even uglier than mine!
"Sister Fufu," the little dumpling exclaimed, "your handwriting looks like earthworms crawling on ducks..."
Lin Fuman also realized that feel and technique are two different things.
Even if you have the feel for it, if your technique can't keep up, your writing will still look like a mess.
But when the little dumpling pointed it out, Lin Fuman couldn't help but explode: "Nonsense! What I call this is... is it wild cursive script! Isn't that right, sister?"
“Your writing is just scribbles,” Lin Lingrong commented mercilessly, then turned to the little dumpling, “Come on, Princess, try it too.”
The little dumpling's hands were enveloped in Lin Lingrong's warm palms, slowly moving across the paper.
The little dumpling held its breath, its round little face tense, and tried very hard to write.
“Yes, that’s it,” Lin Lingrong finally showed her first satisfied smile of the day. “The county princess learns much faster than someone else.”
Lin Fuman immediately protested, "I just can't write calligraphy! If I had charcoal pencils, I would definitely be the best calligrapher in the world!"
"Only uneducated children play with charcoal pencils. Lin Fuman, are you an uneducated child?"
"No..." Lin Fu slumped onto the table like a lump of mud, muttering softly, "Ugh... calligraphy and ancient characters are just too unfriendly to me..."
"Big sister," the two didn't hear clearly, but the little dumpling suddenly thought of something and blinked her big eyes to ask, "Big sister's handwriting is so beautiful, can you teach second brother? His handwriting is even uglier than Sister Fufu's!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Fuman immediately perked up, sat up, and regained her human form: "Really? There's someone who writes worse than me? Yay! I knew I couldn't be the worst!"
Lin Lingrong coughed lightly: "Focus. Keep writing."
I politely declined the little dumpling's request.
The three girls continued like this, one teaching and the other learning, until half an hour had passed.
Lin Fuman, who was making continuous progress, finally wrote a page of barely legible characters and excitedly held it up to show off: "Sister, look! I did it!"
Lin Lingrong examined it carefully for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Hmm, it's finally starting to look somewhat like it."
She turned to the little dumpling: "The county princess has also made progress."
She finally relented: "Okay, that's enough for today. You can go have fun now."
"Wuhu~"
"Yay!"
The little dumpling clapped her hands happily, relieved to be free. The next second, as she and Lin Fu stood up hand in hand, she suddenly remembered her important task: "That's right! Let's go to the palace!"
She quickly tugged at Lin Fuman's sleeve and shook it, saying, "Big sister, Fufu sister, the little princess really wants to see you! Let Yue'er take you to find her and play!"
Lin Fu's eyes lit up: "Really? That's wonderful! I happen to have a new invention that I can show to the princess!"
"What kind of duck is it?" The little dumpling asked curiously, standing on tiptoe and tugging at Lin Fuman's clothes. "Sister Fufu, tell Yue'er!"
Lin Fuman deliberately put on a stern face and shook her head: "It's a secret that can't be revealed~ But... it's delicious! I guarantee you've never seen it before!"
The little dumpling's eyes immediately lit up, and images of various desserts flashed through her mind: "Is it a sugar figurine? Or a candied duck? Or..."
“No—it’s not—at all!” Lin Fu proudly raised her index finger and shook it. “You’ll see when we get to the palace!”
The two children were chatting animatedly when they turned around and found that Lin Lingrong remained silent.
"Sister?" Lin Fuman reached out and grabbed her hand. "What's wrong?"
Lin Lingrong lowered her head and said softly, "I...I won't go..."
"Why the duck?" the little dumpling asked, puzzled. "Little Cloud also wants to see Big Sister!"
"What?! The little princess is Little Cloud?!" Lin Fu exclaimed in shock.
She never expected that her love rival... no, her best friend rival... no, anyway, the best friend who ranked number one in the little dumpling's heart was actually the little princess she was going to meet?
“Yes, duck,” the little dumpling nodded, “Don’t worry, Little Cloud is a good girl, you two will definitely become good friends!”
“…Hmm…” Lin Fu’s feelings were complicated, but she quickly came to a conclusion. “Alright! Let me see what this little cloud is like. It can be your best friend, so it can’t be bad.”
"Mmm! Little Cloud is so nice!"
The two then looked at Lin Lingrong.
Facing their gazes, Lin Lingrong's voice was barely audible: "I...I'm not feeling well..."
Lin Fuman looked at her, as if she understood something, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared: "Is sister worried about...that matter?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
