The end of the year is approaching, and every household is stocking up on New Year's goods.

The Lu family is no exception.

Dad Lu bought a pile of red paper, cut it into couplets, and said to Jiang Jiani with great interest:

"Jiani, you are a college student or a teacher, can you write our couplet this year?"

Jiang Jiani was stunned: "Do you still want to write it yourself?" How convenient is it to go out and buy it? ”

Lu's mother: "Who buys the couplet?" Of course, you have to write it yourself. ”

"I used to write it in our family, but this year you will write it."

Lu's father is a big old man, and he only began to recognize words after joining the army, and he still writes like a ghost.

The brush words are even uglier than those written by children who are beginners.

Some of his comrades-in-arms learned calligraphy after retirement.

Lu's father is different, after he retires, in addition to always paying attention to current affairs and reading newspapers every day, his biggest hobby is reading martial arts novels.

Yes, that's right, martial arts novels.

Jiang Jiani also learned that the Lu family had a special study room after she got married, and on the two big bookshelves, there were all kinds of popular martial arts novels.

There are martial arts works on the market, and the Lu family has them.

Even the works of some lesser-known writers can be found.

They were all bought by Lu's father when he was walking around the streets.

Jiang Jiani still can't forget the shock of seeing the martial arts novels on those two bookshelves - this is definitely the most martial arts books she has ever seen.

Of course, Dad Lu now has another hobby, that is, walking peacefully and auspiciously.

Although Lu's father can't do it, Lu's mother has been taught to write calligraphy since she was a child - first, the things of the ancestors cannot be lost, and the second is for self-cultivation.

Then it was transferred to the four sons.

After the four sons left home one after another, the task of writing couplets fell to Lu's mother again.

Now there is another college student in the family, and the old couple wants to see the words of the college student.

Lu's mother remembered Jiang Jiani's pen words: "Your pen words are very good, with muscles and bones." Brush writing should be the same, right? ”

Jiang Jiani smiled awkwardly: "This, it's better for mom to write it or let Xiang Yang write it, I, I can't do it." ”

"I haven't practiced calligraphy much before, and my writing is similar to that of a child, so I still don't show ugliness."

Lu's mother was stunned: "How come?" Doesn't your school offer calligraphy classes? ”

Jiang Jiani: "That's just a calligraphy class, and I don't usually practice much." ”

In the current school curriculum, calligraphy and abacus are separate as a formal subject.

Not only are there special teachers, but the teachers will also give homework after class.

In Jiang Jiani's memory, the original body only regarded calligraphy as a task, and did not practice it systematically for a long time.

Since junior high school, there has been no calligraphy class, and her path to practicing calligraphy has been broken.

But the original pen is well written, just like Lu's mother said, it looks round and soft, but there are muscles and bones inside.

Jiang Jiani's pen writing has also been praised for its good writing, but there is still a bit of a gap compared with the original words.

Fortunately, she not only inherited the historical memory of the original body, but also inherited the muscle memory.

Otherwise, she would definitely not dare to live with the Jiang family during that time when she first came.

Lu Xiangyang looked at her and smiled: "Really? I don't believe it. If you can't write calligraphy, where did the brush in the drawer come from? I don't know how to write with a brush. ”

"I've seen that brush, it's obviously used, and I use it often."

But he really didn't see the words.

Could it be that it is used for painting?

Jiang Jiani was a little angry: "You, who let you flip through my things?" ”

Lu's mother also looked at Lu Xiangyang in disapproval: "Even if you are husband and wife, you shouldn't mess around with Jiani's things." ”

Lu Xiangyang was wronged: "We use the same table and the same drawer, I saw it when I opened the drawer to take things." ”

"It's not a peek, is it?"

"Besides, the brushes I use myself are all in the pen holder, just three, and there are a few."

"The one in the drawer is small, obviously not for me, so who else can use it?"

Jiang Jiani was suddenly a little angry: "You, you, you ......"

She has practiced for a while in her modern leisure time.

But there were so many fonts at that time that I couldn't count how many there were.

Jiang Jiani's practice is a young round body.

Just that round head, round brain, no edges, clumsy and cute young round body.

Just like when she learned to paint, she also learned the Q version.

I think it's fun when I learn this font, and I can also use it to make a cover for myself.

But that's the author on the other end of the line.

And not a loved one right in front of you.

The thought of that juvenile characters being seen made her feel suffocated.

Don't lose face.

Lu's mother suddenly misunderstood: "Oh, today's young people are really too modest." ”

"Are you embarrassed that there are so many of us?"

"Si Tian, Xiang Yang, Lao Lu, it's time for Ping An and auspicious to go outside, let's go out and breathe fresh air."

As soon as Lu Ma said it, the others immediately responded.

Lu Xiangyang waved at her before leaving, and gave her a cheering lip shape.

Jiang Jiani wanted to cry without tears.

She really can't hold her calligraphy.

These people are too hateful, aren't they?

She looked at the door, then at the cut red paper on the table, and first took a few blank sheets of paper to find her feel.

However, the result of practicing only one font is that no matter how hard you try, you can write this font.

I tried to write a dozen or so words, but they were all stupid and stupid young round bodies.

Jiang Jiani was suddenly deflated.

Just when she was at war with heaven and man, and whether she should simply pay some money to hire a gunman, Lu Xiangyang came back by himself.

She pushed Lu Xiangyang in surprise: "Aren't you going to walk the dog with them?" How did you get back? ”

Lu Xiangyang: "Come back and see you write." ”

Then I saw a few pieces of paper that Jiang Jiani had thrown under the table.

Immediately, he couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that your calligraphy looks like this, no wonder you don't want to write." ”

Jiang Jiani broke the jar and broke: "Yes, yes, my handwriting is not as good as that of kindergarten children, so I don't want to write it out and be ugly, is there a problem?" ”

"Huh? Is there a problem? ”

Lu Xiangyang picked up the two sheets on the table and looked at them carefully, and said, "What you said is a bit too much, where is your handwriting ugly?" ”

Jiang Jiani's eyes were red: "Don't think that I can't hear you coax me." ”

Lu Xiangyang smiled: "I really didn't coax you." ”

"At first glance, your handwriting does look different from the font that people often see."

Jiang Jiani snorted.

I thought to myself, people with high emotional intelligence are just able to talk.

If you look at what people say, ugly is ugly, people don't say ugly, they say that what you write is different from what they say.

But no matter how euphemistic Lu Xiangyang said, Jiang Jiani also knew it.

She didn't stick to the calligraphy, so it's not a standard juvenile round.

It's still a bit far from the word clumsy and cute.

Lu Xiangyang flicked the paper and said: "Although your character is not a font commonly used by everyone, there is a kind of quaint and naïve in it. ”

"But it's not the kind that beginners can't control what they write with a brush."

"You can actually be regarded as a self-proclaimed faction."

Lu Xiangyang asked curiously, "Is this something you figured out yourself?" It's pretty impressive. ”