Xiaoba's doodle The lecture was over. A few people were resting among the flowers. Zhang Wanshi, hearing the …
Xiaoba's doodle
The lecture was over. A few people were resting among the flowers. Zhang Wanshi, hearing the bell, seemed lost in thought. He asked Ya to grind ink, took his brush, and started drawing on Xiaoba's bronze bell head."
Modify it like this... Hmm... Still too easy to cut the head... Then like this?"
In a moment, Xiaoba's bronze bell head was like a draft paper just used for calculations, having endured the metal and fire of battle, every stroke showing desolate hardship.
"Senior Brother! You! What are you doing!"
Qing tried to snatch the brush from Zhang Wanshi, but he dodged."
Not done calculating. Quiet."
Qing was furious. Senior Brother was always like this. If it were just anyone, fine, but Xiaoba was most sensitive about the "affliction" on his head. A child's heart is most easily hurt. And Ya actually went along with Senior Brother's nonsense!
But looking over, she saw Xiaoba squatting by the water, constantly fiddling with the patterns on his bronze head, his heart full of joy.