"Girl, is this a postcard you sent us when you went out to play?" After breakfast, Grandpa Jiang leisurely shook the pu fan, and at hand was the postcard that Ling Xiaoxiao sent back from the border line, spread it over there, and at a cursory glance, there were actually more than a dozen.

"Yes, we buy a few everywhere we go." After getting acquainted, Ling Xiaoxiao and Grandpa Jiang were no longer as restrained as before.

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

To say that Ling Xiaoxiao has come here many times, but she has really never been to Grandpa Jiang's study, even Jiang Zizhuo rarely goes over on weekdays, Ling Xiaoxiao followed behind Grandpa Jiang with some doubts, turned her head to look at the little boy, but unfortunately the little boy just winked at her.

Grandpa Jiang's study is very quaint, the door is an open wooden open door, the carving on the door has a cross-like ancient charm, and there is a Bogu shelf in the middle of the room, on which there are some collections of Grandpa Jiang, there are teapots and jade carvings or other gadgets.

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

Ling Xiaoxiao looked around, only a pair of large characters hung on the wall next to the bookcase in the room, and only a big word 'leisure' was written on it, and the rest was just a snow-white wall, without any decoration.

When Grandpa Jiang entered the door, he put away the rice paper that was half written on the bookcase, and took a smaller piece of rice paper from the drawer on the side and laid it out. He took a small wolf from the pen holder and handed it out.

"Come, girl, write a few words for grandpa to see."

Ling Xiaoxiao took the brush in a restrained manner, her calligraphy is at most the level of entry, she just glanced at the big characters written halfway by Grandpa Jiang, that pen and that momentum, compared with others, she is not even an ugly duckling.

"Grandpa, I'm not very good at writing, or else. Let Zizhuo come. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at her grandfather and grandson pitifully.

"No, I don't. Zhong Yuan's handwriting was taught by me, and I know in my heart what he writes, and I haven't left behind the basic skills in Bincheng all these years, and I have praised him before. Come. Let grandpa see how you wrote? Grandpa Jiang said and took the brush back from Ling Xiaoxiao's hand. Dip it in ink and hand it over again.

Ling Xiaoxiao took it back with a bitter face, what is the right thing to write?

She used to practice calligraphy all out of interest. There's no discipline.,When you meet something you like, you buy it back and copy it for a while.,So far I haven't practiced a font.,Her current brush words are good to say is a personal characteristic.,It's hard to say that it's not like four.。

She lowered her head, looked at the snow-white rice paper, and wrote eight big characters seriously: If you are cautious until the end, you will not fail.

Grandpa Jiang watched her put down the pen on the side, watched her Teton turn, looked at her originally a little restrained, and at the moment of the pen, his breath suddenly became calm, and he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

My grandson's vision is good!

"Yes, yes, girl, you write 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: "Prudence is the same as the beginning, good, good." ”

The meaning of these eight words itself has surpassed Ling Xiaoxiao's calligraphy skills itself, and Grandpa Jiang pulled out a booklet from the other side of the bookcase: "Girl, you still owe a little bit of heat to this word, although it has begun to carry personal characteristics, but this is far from enough, go back and copy more, don't waste it." This is a notebook written by my grandfather in the early years, so I'll give it to you. ”

Ling Xiaoxiao thanked him for some reason and took the note, but Jiang Zizhuo squinted his eyes in surprise on the side, Grandpa Jiang's calligraphy has been hard to find over the years, and many people outside have come to ask for words and have been politely rejected by Grandpa Jiang, it is this copybook, and these juniors have also asked for it a few times openly and secretly, but Grandpa Jiang didn't give it to anyone, I didn't expect it to be given to Ling Xiaoxiao!

This is another affirmation of her! If they liked Ling Xiaoxiao before because she was brought back by Jiang Zizhuo and was the person Jiang Zizhuo identified, then now, Grandpa Jiang likes her only because of herself, and no one else.

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't understand the truth in this, but it didn't mean that Jiang Zizhuo didn't understand, he had been thinking about the problem for a long time, and before he could find a solution, it was solved by Ling Xiaoxiao himself.

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

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't understand why the affection in Jiang Zizhuo's eyes was even worse at this time, but as long as such a look always belonged to her, she would not ask the reason behind it, so she also looked back at Jiang Zizhuo with the same lingering gaze.

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

The main purpose of Ling's father and Ling's mother's trip has been achieved, but when they came over last year, because Ling's father was not adapted to the climate here, and seeing a doctor in 101 Hospital also took up too much time, the purpose of their trip to the capital was not achieved.

This time, Ling's father took half a month's leave, and there was still a week to go, and the two of them were not in a hurry to go back, so they signed up for a tour group and started a day trip to the capital every day, leaving Ling Xiaoxiao's daughter directly behind.

Ling's father and Ling's mother went happily by themselves, and Ling Xiaoxiao was not in a hurry to go back to school, in Grandpa Jiang's place, he accompanied the old man to play chess and chat and write during the day, and kissed me with the little boy at night, and the days were plain and warm.

It's just that what she doesn't know is that every day when she comes out of the backyard hand in hand with the little boy, Grandma Jiang will stay on her for a long time, and then shake her head at Grandpa Jiang depressedly.

Although Ling's father had fun, but the other main purpose of the trip is not forgotten, two days before returning to Bincheng, I took Ling's mother to visit the 4S stores of major car brands, Ling's father has no special preference for models, as long as it is not a Japanese car, as long as it is well repaired and maintained in the county.

According to his request, Jiang Zizhuo recommended a Volkswagen sedan to him, just in time for the dealer's activities, and dropped by 5,000, and also gave a lot of car interior decoration.

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

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

"School is about to start," sent Ling's father and Ling's mother away, and the two boarded the subway back to school: "Yesterday, Teacher Zhou called me and asked me for this semester's class schedule. ”

Thinking of that enthusiastic teacher Zhou, Ling Xiaoxiao just wanted to cry lasagna, she really didn't have such a strong self-motivation, why couldn't she finish college quietly?

"Professor Cheng also asked me for my class schedule for this semester." So said the little man.

The two looked at each other, and everything was silent.

(To be continued.) )