After dinner, Lu Zhengzheng saw that Jiang Lingxi not only did not go back to the bedroom to rest, but instead brought a bag of bamboo shoots that she had brought back today.
"Sister Xixi, are you going out?"
"Well, go say goodbye to an elder."
She thought that she would not have time to run and say goodbye to Mr. Xu when she left tomorrow morning, so she would go there while everyone had just had dinner and had not yet rested.
When you get a prescription from someone, you can't leave without saying hello.
She, Jiang Lingxi, couldn't do this.
Lu Zhengzheng only hesitated for a second before making a decisive decision, "Then I'll go with you!"
As he said that, he reached out to help carry the bag of spring bamboo shoots.
"I thought you bought spring bamboo shoots from the villagers during the day to take them home to eat, but it turned out you were going to give them away."
"You can't go there empty-handed. No need to lock the door. We'll be back soon."
According to the fact that Mr. Xu had only met three times and always looked troubled, Jiang Lingxi believed that even if they passed by this time, they wouldn't stay long.
The two arrived at the right time. The three people in the small courtyard had just finished dinner.
Hearing the knock on the door, Wei Ke immediately stood up and opened the door.
They have lived in the village for nearly three months, and the people in the village have gradually understood Mr. Xu's habits. Anyone who knocks on the door at this time must have an urgent condition.
But when the door opened and he saw the two people standing outside, Wei Ke was stunned for a moment.
Lu Zhengzheng was stunned when he saw that the person who opened the door was a tall and handsome young man.
This, this, this...
It's late at night, handsome guy, Sister Xixi, this is...
Before she could finish thinking, a voice from beside her brought her thoughts back.
Jiang Lingxi stated the purpose of her trip straightforwardly: "Mr. Wei, we will leave the village tomorrow morning and come here to say goodbye to Mr. Xu."
Wei Ke glanced at the spring bamboo shoots with fresh earthy smell in Jiang Lingxi's hand, opened the door and said, "Please come in."
"Mr. Xu is practicing calligraphy in the study."
The three of them walked quietly to the door of the study room, and saw an old man and a young man each holding a writing brush under the lamp in the room, concentrating on writing stroke by stroke.
After waiting for a moment, Xu Xingyuan was a little tired from writing. He put down his brush and stretched his wrist. He looked up and saw three figures standing outside the door. He suddenly shouted in surprise: "Pretty sister!"
Lu Zhengzheng looked on and couldn't help but marveled.
She still remembered that Sister Xixi had said before that she hated seven or eight-year-old children the most. Cats hated dogs and couldn't communicate with them, making it extremely troublesome to get along with them.
She didn’t expect that she would have such a young fan without her knowing it!
Looking at the unaffected white-haired old man who was still concentrating on writing, she suddenly realized where her thoughts had gone.
The handsome guy next to me is not the person that my sister Xixi wants to say goodbye to. The real owner is obviously this old man.
After putting down the last stroke, Xu Maochun Shi Shiran stopped writing, picked up the wet towel on the side and wiped his hands, and looked at the door: "Are you finished working and ready to leave?"
Jiang Lingxi replied and walked into the house, "I don't have time during the day, so I will come here to say goodbye to you. I brought some freshly dug spring bamboo shoots that I bought from the folks, so you can try them."
Xu Maochun's tone was slightly gentle, "You are determined."
"Sit down, pretty sister."
Xu Xingyuan took the water that Wei Ke had just poured and handed it over. He looked back at the large characters that he had not finished writing. His little face was full of worry, "Pretty sister's homework is done. When will my homework be finished?"
Jiang Lingxi sipped her saliva, "Are you writing big characters?"
"Yeah," Xu Xingyuan nodded and stretched out three fingers, "at least three every day."
It could be seen that he was very reluctant, but he was also very sensible and did not refute the arrangement of his elders.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Lingxi said next: "That's not much."
Xu Xingyuan's mouth opened wide, "Huh? Not much?"
"At least ten pictures a day when I was a kid."
This was determined by the teacher who taught them how to practice calligraphy, but in fact, all the brothers and sisters were chasing after each other, and they often practiced more than ten calligraphy pictures every day.
Even though he was fighting everywhere later, his habit of practicing calligraphy never changed.
Xu Xingyuan closed his open mouth, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Then you have to write all the time except eating and sleeping to finish writing?"
"If you focus more, you will go much faster and you will have time to do other things."
Xu Xingyuan felt a little ashamed when he thought that he would stop and rest whenever he felt his wrist was a little sore, thus wasting a lot of time.
So he decisively changed the subject, "Pretty sister, do you want to read my handwriting?"
This is also a specialty that he is proud to show off among his peers.
Jiang Lingxi saw the expectation in the little guy's eyes, put down her cup and followed Xu Xingyuan to the table, her eyes falling on the big characters whose ink had not yet completely dried.
After watching it quietly for a moment, he looked at the little guy's face begging for praise. After a moment of silence, he chose to tell the truth, "I could write better than this when I was three years old."
Xu Xingyuan's face suddenly seemed to be covered with a mask of pain, and then it cracked.
"Really? I don't believe it!"
Jiang Lingxi spread her hands towards him. In her previous life in the palace, Qingyuan had carefully preserved some calligraphy she had practiced as a child, but the reality was that she couldn't prove it now.
Xu Maochun suddenly laughed out loud.
"I have to give you a hard blow, you brat. You can write some calligraphy and then you can't do it." He said, taking an unused brush from the pen holder on the side, and handed it to Jiang Lingxi, "Girl, You write a word and show it to this brat, let him know that there are people outside the world and there is a world beyond him, and he will not dare to be proud after reading this!"
Jiang Lingxi looked at the little guy who was still a little unconvinced, then looked at the brush handed to him, and reached out to take it from Shan Ruliu, "Then I will bully the little one."
Laying out a blank piece of paper, she rolled up her sleeves and dipped her pen in ink.
As soon as this action came out, Xu Maochun's expression became condensed.
If you look carefully at anything, you can tell the secret, and the same goes for writing.
Just by looking at the movements of lifting and holding the pen, you can tell at a glance whether the other person really knows it or is pretending to know it.
Although he was a little angry that his grandson was a little impetuous when practicing calligraphy, he still felt a little unhappy after hearing Jiang Lingxi say that her handwriting when she was three years old was comparable to her grandson's calligraphy when he was seven years old.
That's how adults are. They can say that their children are not good, but they cannot listen to others saying that their children are not good.
That's why I asked Jiang Lingxi to write a calligraphy for her grandson to read. Firstly, I wanted to suppress my child's impetuosity, and secondly, I wanted to test Jiang Lingxi's ability in calligraphy.
The ink falls on the paper and the pen moves like a dragon or a snake.
Jiang Lingxi didn't choose a word with an overly complicated structure. It seemed like only a moment had passed since he started writing. On the snow-white rice paper, there was an additional word 'Yin', Yin from the Yin Dynasty.
Xu Maochun couldn't help but take a breath. After a moment of silence, he subconsciously reached out and touched the head of his stunned grandson.
"good!"
More than good.
The power penetrates the back of the paper, and it is domineering and restrained.
If he hadn't seen Jiang Lingxi write such a word with his own eyes, he would never have thought that the person who could write this word was a girl in her early twenties.
Even he himself didn't dare to say that he could write with such momentum.
Xu Xingyuan was also convinced at this moment. He had been influenced by it since he was a child. He could naturally tell whether the handwriting was good or not, especially when comparing the word 'Yin' with his own handwriting... well, there is no comparison.
"Beautiful sister, can you give me this word?"
He wanted Wei Ke to help frame it and hang it on the wall to encourage him not to be lazy anymore.
"Then consider this a parting gift to you."
"Thank you pretty sister."
After Jiang Lingxi took Lu Zhengzheng to say goodbye, Xu Maochun picked up the piece of paper with 'Yin' written on it and looked at it carefully for a while, then shared with Wei Ke who walked up to him and followed him admiringly: "This girl Among the people I know, there is only one person who can rival me in his handwriting. But that person is more reserved and elegant. A little girl, she seems to be quite polite and steady, but she is quite domineering inside!"
Xu Xingyuan jumped to the side, "Grandpa, this is a gift from my beautiful sister."
"I don't want to compete with you, but little Jiang girl said that she practiced calligraphy at least ten times a day when she was a child. I think the tasks assigned to you are still too few. How about increasing it to ten in the future?"
Xu Xingyuan: "..."
He looked at Wei Ke for help, "Brother Xiao Wei, am I shooting myself in the foot?"
Wei Ke looked away from the words and nodded seriously to Xu Xingyuan.
Why doesn't it count?
