The reborn elder sister has gone crazy with killing, and there is a crying monster behind her

As Shen Qiuchi's birthday was approaching, Shen Qingxu was thinking about what gift to give to her sister.

As a poor student with neither literary nor artistic talent, I can't possibly perform weightlifting and swinging an axe at my sister's birthday party.

Hey, how can I make my sister happy?

Through this period of time together, and with Lin Shuyao and Qingfang constantly reminding me to study hard and practice calligraphy, I now know that only if I study hard can my sister be happy.

I remember that many times when she practiced calligraphy at home, Shen Qiuchi was by her side. Every time she wrote a character well or recited a poem, her sister would praise her. She knew that her sister hoped that she would read and understand. If she could write a good piece of calligraphy for her sister, her sister would definitely be very happy.

In her previous life, she lived in a lower-class family and had little education. If she had not benefited from the government decree, she would not have had the opportunity to read and write. Her level was just enough to read some easy-to-understand scripts.

During the more than ten years she had been traveling through the book, the people who had accompanied her the most were Xu Xingyi and the old beggar. One of them was like a brother and the other was like a grandfather. They did not pay much attention to her thoughts and ideas as a little girl. As a girl, she could not tell them many of her thoughts.

During the days when she came to Beijing to be with her sister, she felt the care and love from her sister in Shen Qiuchi, and she understood the meaning of good friends in Lin Shuyao. These two people made her feel warm and at ease.

These two people occupy a big place in her heart.

Shen Qingxu decided that her sister probably wanted her to be a talented girl, so she sent her to this academy to study. It's just about writing, isn't it? She wants to challenge her shortcomings, practice calligraphy and study hard, and when she has learned well, she will write a poem for her sister.

Ideas are always good, but it is difficult to implement them in practice.

In class:

"Shen Qingxu, please stand up and recite this poem."

"Shen Qingxu, why are you sleeping again? Is my class not good? You read three words wrong in a poem. Are you really listening to the class?"

"This year's courses have ended, and the assessment will be in half a month. Shen Qingxu, you have fallen behind in your studies, so you must work hard."

In the Princess's Mansion:

"Princess, you look so bad, did you sneak out to play at night?"

"Why are you lighting a lamp to practice calligraphy in the middle of the night, Princess? Don't hurt your eyes. It's the same if you practice during the day."

In the bedroom:

"Qingxu, you are late for class today. Oh, what should I do? You lazy pig, you couldn't wake up no matter how I called you in the morning."

"Qingxu, don't read so late. Master Huang said we should go to bed early, otherwise we won't grow taller."

"Shen Qingxu, turn off the lights and go to bed. I've walked around twice, and you're the only one who hasn't slept yet in the entire dormitory. Study hard during the day and read less at night, or you'll damage your eyes."

……

Shen Qingxu prepared the poem for many days and finally finished it the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. She quickly asked Qingfang to bring the mounting scroll that had been prepared long ago. She carefully applied paste, put the words in, and covered it with a layer of almost transparent gauze.

Looking at the results of this period of time, Shen Qingxu felt a little nervous, thinking that her sister would like it.

The palace banquet was about to begin in two hours, and Shen Qingxu was struggling with what to wear.

Lin Shuyao returned to Connecticut at this time. No one gave her advice, and she was so confused...

Just now when I was getting dressed, I looked at my slightly tired eyes and dark circles in the mirror and sighed deeply.

In the past half month, she has been worrying about preparing a gift for Shen Qiuchi. She stays up late every night to practice calligraphy. The teacher said that calligraphy cannot be mastered in a day or two. She is so eager for success that her results are not as good as those who have practiced for several years. However, her previous handwriting was barely acceptable. Now, after the teacher's guidance and practice, she has made the best use of her strengths and avoided her weaknesses, and has indeed improved a lot compared to before.

The price of staying up late to practice calligraphy is severe lack of sleep. She often dozes off during classes in the daytime and is not in good condition. She fails her homework and has been criticized by her teacher many times. Now she has obvious dark circles under her eyes, making her look like she has been hungry for several days.

Oh, it’s my sister’s birthday, and she is so ugly yet so refined.

Shen Qingxu patted her face, tried hard to open her eyelids, and asked Qingfang to dress up for her, and only then could she barely hide the fatigue on her face.

Shen Qingxu was wearing a lavender gauze dress with small pale pink flowers embroidered on the hem, each one looking lifelike in clusters.

Her hair was tied up into the most popular bun for girls at the time, with two flowers of the same color and different sizes pinned on the bun, and two hairpins on the other side inserted diagonally into the bun. Her short hairpins swayed as she walked, making her look lively yet classy.