Bai Shanbao and Manbao were regulars at the bookstore, and as soon as they entered, they led Bai Erlang to the calligraphy copybooks with practiced ease, all the while prodding him in a low voice, "Pick quickly, once you're done we can go out and play."
Bai Erlang thought about grabbing any copybook, but Manbao had already opened one and asked, "What kind of font do you like? Something rounder, or slimmer and taller? Surely not something more sloppy, right?"
Bai Shanbao had already chosen two from the pile of copybooks and handed them to him, "These two are not bad, choose for yourself."
Bai Erlang then flipped through the copybooks with reluctance, asking softly, "When we get home, could you help me trace from the copybooks?"
"Probably not, your dad would get angry if he found out," said Manbao, "You should do your own work, right?"
Bai Erlang pouted, "But I don't like writing."
