Reborn 1980 My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 472 What did you do this afternoon?

"Okay, you girl, you are amazing, you have a lot of ideas, we are old."

Ji Cheng smiled, feeling a little guilty, it's not that she is great, all kinds of literature in later generations have developed to the extreme.

I told the old man that I wanted to borrow a few books, and the old man happily brought Ji Cheng to the study and let Ji Cheng choose by himself.

There are many kinds of books here, and Ji Cheng found a few more classic ones.

Especially the literary talents are relatively good.

Her literary talent is not good at all, or her writing skills are too poor.

Need to study hard.

Seeing her appearance, the old man nodded in satisfaction.

"By the way, I haven't thanked Grandpa Qi for writing the preface to my essay yet."

With the old man's recommendation, her writing has been upgraded to a higher level.

The old man waved his hand: "There is nothing to thank for this. I like to read it myself. Of course, I hope more people can read good articles."

Ji Cheng covered her mouth and smiled, she liked the old man's character more and more.

Although he is a literati, he is not pedantic at all, and he feels a bit like a chivalrous man.

The two chatted very happily.

The old man insisted on staying for dinner, and he was not allowed to leave.

After dinner, the old man actually wanted to teach Ji Cheng how to write.

Ji Cheng's eyebrows twitched invisibly.

She doesn't want to practice calligraphy.

That is not something that can be practiced in a day or two.

Before she was reborn, she seldom wrote Chinese characters anymore, and besides, she used computers all the time.

Really don't need it.

However, seeing the happy look of the old man, Ji Cheng could only chuckle.

endured.

The old man doesn't expect Ji Cheng to practice calligraphy anymore, and he doesn't use it much now.

After all, Ji Cheng still has to write novels, so he taught Ji Cheng to write cursive characters.

Starting from holding the pen, teach her how to write stroke by stroke.

Ji Cheng practiced all afternoon, and the old man stayed for dinner again.

When Qi Wenyuan came back at night and saw Ji Cheng was there, he smiled.

Ji Cheng grinned, it was a far-fetched smile.

Qi Wenyuan was a little puzzled. Seeing how happy the old man looked, the two should get along very well.

"Hurry up and eat, eat."

Ji Cheng felt that the hands holding the chopsticks were not his own.

This afternoon, I wrote too much.

I am much more tired than going to school, especially I can’t do whatever I want when I write.

Ow.

my hand.
Qi Wenyuan finally noticed Ji Cheng's hand holding the chopsticks, because it was shaking too much.

The old man asked his aunt to bring her a spoon.

"I said Ji Cheng, what are you doing this afternoon?"

Ji Cheng looked at Qi Wenyuan so aggrieved, with resentment on his face.

Qi Wenyuan twitched the corner of his mouth while watching.

"I practice calligraphy."

puff.
Qi Wenyuan looked at the happy face of the old man, and silently lit a candle for Ji Cheng in his heart.

The old man's handwriting is good, but it is all practiced year after year.

These people have also been abused by the old man since childhood.

Of course, there are also many people who want to send their children to the old man to teach him.

But the old man really didn't agree to teach anyone.

Therefore, the sourness of these people is indescribable.

Whenever you show a pitiful look outside, others will say that you are pretending.

With such a big boss at home, I don't know how blessed I am.

So how pitiful they are is really inhumane.

Seeing Ji Cheng like this, Qi Wenyuan smiled happily.

Finally someone like them.

"I see that your handwriting has deteriorated a bit recently. Remember to give me ten articles tomorrow."

　Aww, think about when I practiced calligraphy when I was a child, the calluses on the middle finger were worn so thick, and then after a long time, I had to use a blade to cut it off, and the middle finger became crooked, so pitiful.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)