The system is not a teacher or student, one cannot slack off or copy soone else’s howork from it; the system she got doesn’t cut her any slack at all.
The next day, she got up early again and rode her tricycle to the park; now it was so nice, no one to supervise, no urban managent, as long as she cleaned her spot before leaving. She had just set up her stall when an old custor arrived, the uncle who always seed to walk hastily as if he were the wind itself.
She called him Speedy Uncle.
"Give two pancakes, with extra chili," he said, as he had already dropped eight dis into the box on the side.
Qin Xiangnuan had already grabbed two for him, both fresh from the pan, delicious to eat.
The man took the pancakes and left, his feet moving faster than most people’s; he was always in a hurry. At first, Qin Xiangnuan thought no one else was around, and she could eat one herself, but soon the crowd grew. She had to cook pancakes, fill them with vegetables, and take money—it was indeed tiring, not a mont of rest, but fortunately, after the rush, she had ti to eat. Not far away, so people were playing chess and Go, and Qin Xiangnuan occasionally heard them shout "check" or "cannon," although she didn’t understand the gas, she enjoyed watching. Gradually, as she sold her pancakes, she picked up quite a bit of knowledge; her Conghua pancakes sold mostly in two waves, one to those heading to work, and the other to these old veterans doing their morning exercises.
"The young girl’s pancakes are really good," said the old man with graying hair. He seed to have an important status; he had been a general in his ti at war and still held significant influence in Capital City even after retiring.
He had experienced battle and taken lives, which is why Qin Xiangnuan always felt a strong murderous aura about him. However, in recent years, since he began to cultivate his health and spirit, the harshness in him had gradually dissipated, like a bloodied ingot returning to its sheath, slowly revealing a more peaceful deanor.
Mr. Sun was in a good mood today, and seeing no custors at the mont, Qin Xiangnuan struck up a conversation with him.
She didn’t know much, just that Mr. Sun was a veteran who had served at a high rank, and still enjoyed a certain status. She sought nothing from him, and naturally, she desired nothing. Mr. Sun had taken good care of her business over ti, and naturally, they had co to know each other.
Indeed, Mr. Sun took a satisfied bite of his pancake, which was neither too soft nor too hard, well-suited for the elderly.
"This afternoon, a few of us old fellows are holding a calligraphy exchange competition here. If the young lady is free, she could co and watch."
A calligraphy competition? Qin Xiangnuan’s eyes lit up slightly and her rosy lips curled into a smile, like a little ingot, her face still youthful and slightly chubby, making her look quite adorable.
Indeed, it was just a bit of fun for a few old tirs, Mr. Sun laughed while eating his pancake, surrounded by an air of tranquility. It was hard to imagine that he had once been on the battlefield, taken lives, and won honor, when in reality his hands were stained with blood. Qin Xiangnuan wanted to go; she had started by reading ancient texts, and then studying calligraphy. No matter how busy she was, she would spend at least an hour each day practicing large characters as part of her system’s routine. To her, calligraphy was not just another skill to learn, nor was it a task forced upon her by the system; now, calligraphy had beco a part of her life. When she was frustrated or upset, writing large characters could clear her mind, and perhaps, even lead to an epiphany.
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