return to the third grade

Chapter 467

"Girl, are these the postcards you sent us when you went out to play?" After breakfast, Grandpa Jiang leisurely waved his cattail fan. In his hand was the postcards Ling Xiaoxiao and the others sent back from the border. Look, there are more than a dozen of them.

"Yes, we'll buy a few of them wherever we go." After getting acquainted, Ling Xiaoxiao's conversation with Grandpa Jiang and the others was no longer as stiff as before.

"Girl, your handwriting is not bad, let's go, go to the study with grandpa to practice, and let grandpa see how well you write with a brush." ​​Grandpa Jiang put the palm leaf fan next to the chair, got up and walked out the door.

Let’s say Ling Xiaoxiao has been here many times, but she has never been to Grandpa Jiang’s study. Even Jiang Zizhuo seldom goes there on weekdays. Ling Xiaoxiao followed Grandpa Jiang with some doubts, and turned to look at the little boy. It’s a pity. The little boy just winked at her.

Grandpa Jiang’s study room is very quaint. The door is an open wooden double-door. The carvings on the door have a timeless charm. In the middle of the room stands an antique shelf, on which are some of Grandpa Jiang’s collections, including teapots and jade carvings. or other gadgets.

On one side is a huge mahogany desk with many scrolls piled on it. In the middle of the desk, a piece of snow-white rice paper is neatly pressed under the paperweight, and the large characters on it are only half written.

Ling Xiaoxiao looked around. In the room, there was only a pair of large characters hanging on the wall next to the desk, with only a big word 'Xian' written on it, and the rest were just white walls without any decoration.

As soon as Grandpa Jiang entered the door, he put away the half-written rice paper on the desk, took a piece of rice paper of a smaller size from a side drawer, and spread it out, and took a small-sized Langhao from the pen holder and handed it out. .

"Come on, girl, write a few words for Grandpa to read."

Ling Xiaoxiao took the writing brush cautiously. Her writing brush was at most an entry-level level. She just glanced at Grandpa Jiang's half-written big characters. Compared with others, she didn't even count as an ugly duckling. .

"Grandpa, I'm not very good at writing, or let Zi Zhuo come." Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the grandpa and grandson pitifully.

"No, I taught Zhongyuan's calligraphy. I know exactly what he writes. I haven't lost my basic skills in Bincheng all these years. I have praised him before. Come, let grandpa see what you wrote. How is it?" Grandpa Jiang took the brush back from Ling Xiaoxiao's hand, dipped it in ink, and handed it over.

Ling Xiaoxiao took it back with a bitter face, what should I write?
She used to practice calligraphy based on her interest, and she didn't have any rules. When she found something she liked, she would buy it back and copy it for a while, so she hasn't practiced any fonts until now. Her current brush calligraphy sounds nice because it has her own characteristics , To put it bluntly, it is four different.

She lowered her head, looked at the snow-white rice paper, and wrote eight large characters seriously: Be careful with the end as the beginning, and nothing will come to naught.

Grandpa Jiang watched her write, watched her turn around, and saw that she was still a little restrained, but her breath suddenly became peaceful the moment she wrote, he couldn't help nodding in satisfaction.

My grandson's vision is good!

"Not bad, not bad, girl, you wrote these words well." Grandpa Jiang picked up the rice paper from the table, looked at it carefully, and paced back and forth in the room: "Be cautious at the end, okay, good."

The meaning of these eight characters has surpassed Ling Xiaoxiao's calligraphy skills itself. Grandpa Jiang took out a booklet from the other side of the book case: "Girl, your character is still a little too late, although it has begun to have a personal characteristic, but this One point is not enough, if you have nothing to do when you go back, copy and copy more, don't let it go to waste. This is a copybook written by grandpa a few years ago, I will give it to you."

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't understand, so she thanked her and took the copybook, but Jiang Zizhuo squinted her eyes in surprise. Grandpa Jiang's calligraphy has been hard to find in these years, and many people outside asked for calligraphy, but Grandpa Jiang politely refused. This is this book These juniors also asked for the copybook a few times overtly and secretly, but Grandpa Jiang didn't give it to anyone. I didn't expect to give it to Ling Xiaoxiao!
This is another affirmation of her!If they liked Ling Xiaoxiao before because she was brought back by Jiang Zizhuo and the person Jiang Zizhuo identified, then now, Grandpa Jiang only likes her because of herself and has nothing to do with anyone else.

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't understand the reason, but it didn't mean that Jiang Zizhuo didn't understand. The problem he had thought about for a long time was solved by Ling Xiaoxiao himself before he had time to find a solution.

Look, the girl he likes has always been the best and the best. She has never been the dodder grass that others think, but one day she will grow into a kapok that is even towering than him.

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't understand why Jiang Zizhuo's eyes were more affectionate at this time, but as long as such eyes belonged to her all the time, she would not ask the reason behind, so she also returned the same lingering gaze to Jiang Zizhuo.

The relationship between the juniors is good, and Grandpa Jiang is naturally willing to see it. He walked out of the study slowly with his hands behind his back, ready to talk to his old woman, and by the way, leave space for the two children.

Ling's father and Ling's mother's main purpose of this trip has been achieved. However, when they came here last year, because Ling's father was not used to the climate here, and because he spent too much time seeing a doctor in the 101 hospital, their purpose of visiting the capital It is not achieved.

This time, Ling's father took half a month's leave, and there was still a week left. The two of them were not in a hurry to go back. They signed up for a tour group and started a day trip to the capital every day. the back of the head.

Ling's father and Ling's mother were happy on their own, and Ling Xiaoxiao was not in a hurry to go back to school. At Grandpa Jiang's place, he played chess, chatted and wrote with the old man during the day, and kissed me with the little boys at night. His life was plain and warm.

What she didn't know was that every day when she came out of the backyard hand in hand with the little boy, Grandma Jiang would stare at her for a long time, and then shook her head at Grandpa Jiang depressedly.

Although Dad Ling had a good time, he still did not forget the other main purpose of this trip. Two days before returning to Bincheng, he took Ling Ma to visit the 4S stores of major car brands. Dad Ling didn't care much about the models Special preference, as long as it is not a Japanese car, as long as it is easy to repair and maintain in the county.

According to his request, Jiang Zizhuo recommended a Volkswagen car to him. Just in time for the dealer's event, the price was reduced by [-], and a lot of car interior decoration was also given away.

So, Ling's father refunded the train ticket, drove a new car with Ling's mother, and planned to learn from Ling Xiaoxiao and Jiang Zizhuo, and then drive back all the way.

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at her father's handsome waving hands, that proud expression, and only leaned on the little boy, hoping that he would always be as happy as he is now.

"School has just started," seeing off Ling's father and Ling's mother, and the two boarded the subway back to school: "Yesterday, Teacher Zhou called and asked me for the class schedule for this semester."

Thinking of that enthusiastic teacher Zhou, Ling Xiaoxiao just wanted to cry. She really doesn't have such a strong self-motivation, why can't she be allowed to finish college quietly?
"Professor Cheng also wants my class schedule for this semester." The little man said so.

The two looked at each other without saying anything.

(End of this chapter)