Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

Chapter 26 Write a Word

After dinner, Lu Zhengzheng saw that instead of going back to the bedroom to rest, Lu Zhengzheng picked up a bag of spring bamboo shoots brought back today.

"Sister Xixi, are you going out?"

"Well, go say goodbye to an elder."

She thought that if she left tomorrow morning, she would definitely not have time to go for a run and say goodbye to Mr. Xu, so she would go there while the big guy had just had dinner and hadn't rested yet.

After getting a prescription from someone, you can't leave without saying hello.

She, Jiang Lingxi, can't do this.

Lu Zhengzheng 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 daytime shooting to take home to eat, but it turned out that you were giving them away."

"You can't go there empty-handed. Don't lock the door, we'll be back soon."

According to the fact that Mr. Xu had only met three times and always looked troublesome, Jiang Lingxi believed that even if they passed this time, they would not stay for long.

The time when the two arrived coincided, the three of them in the courtyard had just had dinner not long ago.

Hearing the knock on the door, Wei Ke got up immediately to open the door.

They have lived in the village for nearly three months, and the people in the village have gradually learned about Xu's habits. Anyone who can knock on the door at this time should be due to an emergency.

It's just that when the door opened and saw two people standing outside the door, Wei Ke was stunned for a rare moment.

Lu Zhengzheng was also stunned when she saw a tall and handsome young man who opened the door.

This is this...

At night, handsome guy, sister Xixi, this is...

Before she could finish making up her mind, a voice from the side pulled her back from her thoughts.

Jiang Lingxi bluntly stated the purpose of his trip: "Mr. Wei, we will leave the village tomorrow morning and come to say goodbye to Mr. Xu."

Wei Ke glanced at the spring bamboo shoots in Jiang Lingxi's hand that still smelled of fresh earth, and opened the door, "Please come in."

"Old Xu is practicing calligraphy in the study."

The three of them walked lightly to the door of the study room, and saw under the desk lamp in the room, one old and one young each holding a brush, writing stroke by stroke with full attention.

After waiting for a while, Xu Xingyuan was a little tired from writing. He put down his brush and moved his wrist. He looked up and saw three figures standing outside the door, and immediately shouted in surprise: "Beautiful sister!"

Lu Zhengzheng watched from the side and couldn't help being amazed.

She still remembered that Sister Xixi said before that she hated children of seven or eight years old the most. Cats hated dogs and couldn't communicate, and getting along was extremely troublesome.

She didn't expect to have such a young fan without her knowing!
Looking at the white-haired old man who was not affected at all and still concentrating on writing, she suddenly realized where her brain had gone.

The handsome guy next to him is not the one my sister Xixi wants to say goodbye to, it's obviously this old man who is in charge.

After finishing the last stroke, Xu Maochun stopped writing, picked up a wet towel beside him, wiped his hands, and looked at the door: "Is this work done and ready to leave?"

Jiang Lingxi replied and walked into the house, "I don't have time during the day, so I'll come over and tell you the old way. I brought some freshly dug spring bamboo shoots bought from the villagers. You can try it."

Xu Maochun's tone was slightly slow, "You have a heart."

"Pretty sister sit down."

Xu Xingyuan took the water that Wei Ke had just poured and handed it over. He looked back at the big characters he hadn't finished writing, his small face was full of worry, "Beautiful sister has finished her homework, when will my homework end?"

Jiang Lingxi took a sip of water, "Writing big characters?"

"Well," Xu Xingyuan nodded, and stretched out three fingers, "at least three per day."

It can be seen that he is very reluctant, but he is also very sensible and did not refute the arrangement of the elders.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lingxi said next: "That's not much."

Xu Xingyuan opened his mouth wide, "Huh? Not much?"

"When I was a child, at least ten cards a day."

This is still the amount set by the teacher who taught them calligraphy, but in fact, all the brothers and sisters are not to be outdone, and they often practice more than ten calligraphy every day.

Even after fighting everywhere, the habit of practicing calligraphy has not changed.

Xu Xingyuan closed his wide-open mouth, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Then, besides eating and sleeping, you have to write all the time to finish writing?"

"It will be much faster if you focus more, and you have time to do other things."

Xu Xingyuan thought that he would stop and take a rest whenever he felt a little sore in his wrist, and he wasted a lot of time, so he felt a little ashamed on his face.

So he decisively changed the subject, "Sister, would you like to read my handwriting?"

This is also a specialty that he is more proud to show off among his peers.

Jiang Lingxi met the expectation in the little guy's eyes, put down her cup and followed Xu Xingyuan to the table, her eyes fell on the big characters whose ink was not completely dry.

After quietly watching for a while, facing the little guy's face begging for praise, he remained silent and chose to tell the truth, "I wrote better than this when I was three years old."

Xu Xingyuan's face immediately seemed to be covered with a mask of pain, and then it cracked open.

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Jiang Lingxi spread her hands at him, Qing Yuan still carefully preserved some calligraphy she had practiced when she was a child in the court of her previous life, but the reality is that she can't prove it now.

Xu Maochun suddenly laughed out loud.

"I have to hit you hard, brat, you'll be gone if you know how to write with a brush." ​​He said as he took an unused brush from the pen holder at the side, and handed it to Jiang Lingxi, "Girl, You write a letter for this stinky boy to let him know that there are people who are beyond human beings, and if you read it, will you dare to be proud!"

Jiang Lingxi looked at the little guy who was still a little unconvinced, then at the writing brush handed to him, and took it from Shan Ruliu, "Then I'll bully the little one with the big one."

Laying out a blank sheet of paper, she rolled up her sleeves and dipped a pen in the ink.

As soon as this action came out, Xu Maochun's expression froze.

If you look carefully at anything you do, you can see the way, and writing is the same.

Just by looking at the movement of picking up and holding the pen, one can tell at a glance whether the other party really knows it or pretends to do it.

Although he was a little angry that his little grandson was a little impetuous when he was practicing calligraphy, but hearing Jiang Lingxi say that her handwriting when she was three years old was comparable to that of her little grandson when he was seven years old, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Adults are like this. 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 word for my grandson to read. Firstly, I wanted to suppress the impetuousness of my own children, and secondly, it meant to test Jiang Lingxi's ability in calligraphy.

The ink falls on the paper, and the pen flies away.

Jiang Lingxi didn't choose characters with too complicated structure, and it seemed that only a moment after he started to write and pick up the pen, there was an extra "Yin" on the snow-white rice paper, Yin from the Great Yin Dynasty.

Xu Maochun couldn't help but took a light breath, and after a moment of silence, he subconsciously reached out and touched the head of the little grandson who had been staring blankly.

"Not bad!"

Not only is it good.

Power through the back of the paper, domineering and restrained.

If he hadn't watched 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 did not dare to say that he could write with such momentum.

Xu Xingyuan is also convinced at this moment. He has been fascinated by his ears and eyes since he was a child. He can naturally tell whether the handwriting is good or not, especially when comparing the word 'Yin' with his own writing... 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, urging himself not to be lazy anymore.

"Then consider it a parting gift for you."

"Thank you pretty sister."

When Jiang Lingxi left with Lu Zhengzheng, 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 came to his side and admired him: "This girl Among the people I know, there is only one person who can match her handwriting. But that person is more restrained and elegant. A little girl's family looks quite polite and stable, but I didn't expect that he was quite domineering inside!"

Xu Xingyuan jumped aside, "Grandpa, this is a gift from my beautiful sister."

"I don't want to compete with you, but Xiao Jiang said that she practiced at least ten calligraphy every 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 Wei, do I shoot myself in the foot with a rock?"

Wei Ke looked away from the words, and nodded seriously towards Xu Xingyuan.

Why not?
(End of this chapter)