After Being Blackened All Over the Internet, I Ruled the Military Variety Chapter 26 Write a Character

After dinner, Lu Zhengzheng saw that Jiang Lingxi not only didn't return to her room to rest, but instead picked up a bag of spring bamboo shoots she had brought back today.

"Sister Xixi, are you heading out?"

"Yes, I'm going to bid farewell to an elder."

She thought that she wouldn't have ti to go for a run and say goodbye to Old Xu in the morning when leaving, so she decided to go now since everyone had just finished dinner and hadn't settled down.

Having received a prescription from soone, she couldn't just leave without saying a word.

Jiang Lingxi wouldn't do such a thing.

Lu Zhengzheng hesitated for only a second before decisively deciding, "Then I'll go with you!"

As she spoke, she reached out to help carry the bag of spring bamboo shoots.

"I thought you bought the spring bamboo shoots from the villagers while filming during the day to take back and eat, but it turns out you were going to give them away."

"I can't go empty-handed. No need to lock the main door, we'll be back soon."

Having t Old Xu only three tis, each ti he seed to be annoyed by trouble, Jiang Lingxi believed they wouldn't stay long this ti either.

Their timing was perfect as the three people in the courtyard had just finished dinner.

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

They had been living in the village for nearly three months, and the villagers gradually learned Old Xu's habits. If soone knocked at this hour, it usually ant that soone's condition was urgent.

But when the door opened, seeing the two people standing outside, Wei Ke was montarily stunned.

Lu Zhengzheng also froze when she saw that the person opening the door was a tall and handso young man.

This... this... this...

It's late at night, a handso guy, is Sister Xixi...

Before she could finish her conjecture, the voice from beside her brought her back to reality.

Jiang Lingxi straightforwardly stated the purpose of her visit, "Mr. Wei, we're leaving the village tomorrow morning, so we ca to say goodbye to Old Xu."

Wei Ke glanced at the fresh, earthy spring bamboo shoots in Jiang Lingxi's hand and opened the door, "Please co in."

"Old Xu is in the study practicing calligraphy."

The three of them walked quietly to the study door and saw under the desk lamp inside, an elderly and a young person each holding a writing brush, concentrating intensely as they wrote stroke by stroke.

After a while, Xu Xingyuan got a bit tired, put down the brush to stretch his wrist, and looking up, he saw three figures standing at the door. Instantly, he exclaid with delight, "Pretty sister!"

Standing by the side, Lu Zhengzheng couldn't help but be amazed.

She rembered Sister Xixi once saying she disliked kids around seven or eight years old, they were troubleso and hard to communicate with, very botherso to get along with.

Unexpectedly, at so point, she gained a little fan of that exact age!

And then looking at the white-haired elder who remained unaffected and concentrated on writing, she suddenly realized how her thoughts had strayed.

The handso guy beside her was not the person Sister Xixi ca to say goodbye to; the real person of interest was clearly the elder!

Once the last stroke was laid down, Xu Maochun finally leisurely set down the brush, took a wet towel to wipe his hands, and looked toward the doorway, "Ready to leave after finishing work?"

Jiang Lingxi responded affirmatively and stepped inside, "Didn't have ti during the day, so I ca now to say goodbye to you, sir. Brought so freshly dug spring bamboo shoots from the villagers for you to try."

Xu Maochun's tone softened, "That's thoughtful of you."

"Please have a seat, pretty sister."

Xu Xingyuan handed over the water just poured by Wei Ke and glanced back at the large characters he hadn't finished writing yet, his little face full of worry, "Pretty sister has finished her howork. When will mine ever end?"

Jiang Lingxi took a sip of water, "Practicing calligraphy?"

"Yes," Xu Xingyuan nodded, holding up three fingers, "at least three sheets a day."

He didn't seem pleased, but was mature enough not to argue against the elder's arrangents.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lingxi continued, "That's not much."

Xu Xingyuan's mouth opened wide, "Ah? Not much?"

"I used to practice at least ten sheets a day as a child."

This was the requirent set by their calligraphy teacher, but in reality, the group of siblings always practiced more than ten sheets in competition with each other daily.

Even later, during nurous campaigns, the habit of practicing calligraphy never changed.

Xu Xingyuan closed his gaping mouth, and with a hint of disbelief on his face, "Doesn't that an one must write non-stop besides eating and sleeping to finish?"

"If you focus more, you'll finish quickly and have ti for other things."

Thinking back to how he would stop to rest whenever his wrist felt a bit sore, unconsciously wasting a lot of ti, Xu Xingyuan felt a little embarrassed.

He decisively changed the subject, "Pretty sister, would you like to see my writing?"

This was one of the few talents he felt proud of among his peers to show off.

Facing the little guy's expectant eyes, Jiang Lingxi put down the cup and followed Xu Xingyuan to the desk, where her gaze fell on the large character whose ink hadn't completely dried yet.

After quietly observing for a mont, eting the little guy's hopeful expression, she hesitated but decided to tell the truth, "I could write better than this at age three."

Xu Xingyuan's face imdiately looked like a mask of agony, soon followed by a crack.

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Jiang Lingxi spread her hands towards him. In her past life, Qing Yuan had carefully preserved so of her childhood calligraphy works in the palace, but she currently had no way to prove them.

Suddenly, Xu Maochun laughed out loud nearby.

"You need to give this brat a harsh blow; he's getting arrogant just because he can write a bit of calligraphy." As he spoke, he picked a new writing brush from the pen rack and handed it to Jiang Lingxi, "Girl, write a character for this brat to see, so he'll know there's always soone better. Let's see if he dares to be proud in the future!"

Looking at the little guy who still seed a bit unconvinced, and then at the brush handed to her, Jiang Lingxi smoothly accepted it, "Then I'll bully the young once."

She laid out a blank sheet and rolled up her sleeves, dipping the brush into the ink.

This action imdiately caught Xu Maochun's serious attention.

Observing anything with sincerity reveals its depth, and writing is no exception.

Just by the way she held and wielded the brush, it was evident whether she genuinely knew how or was just pretending.

Although he felt a bit irked seeing his grandson be sowhat flighty in practice, hearing Jiang Lingxi claiming her three-year-old self's writing compared to his seven-year-old grandson's made him sowhat uneasy.

Adults are like this; they themselves can comnt on their child, but cannot accept others saying anything negative about their child.

Therefore, he suggested Jiang Lingxi write a character for the grandson to see. Firstly, to tone down his own child's overexcitent, and secondly, possibly to test Jiang Lingxi's skills in calligraphy.

Ink fell on the paper, and the brush danced fluently.

Jiang Lingxi didn't choose overly complex characters; in what seed like an instant after the brush tip landed, a 'Yin,' the character of the Dayin Dynasty, prominently appeared on the white rice paper.

Xu Maochun couldn't help but draw a sharp breath. After a brief silence, he instinctively reached out and petted his dazed little grandson on the head.

"Not bad!"

More than not bad.

The strength penetrated the paper, the dominance subdued.

If he hadn't seen Jiang Lingxi write that character with his own eyes, he would never have thought soone in her early twenties could write it.

Even he couldn't claim to write with such vigor.

At this mont, Xu Xingyuan was utterly convinced; having been exposed since childhood, he could naturally tell good writing from bad, especially when comparing his 'Yin' character... alright, there's no comparison.

"Pretty sister, can I have this character?"

He wanted Wei Ke to help fra it and hang it on the wall as a reminder not to slack off.

"Consider it your farewell gift."

"Thank you, pretty sister."

After Jiang Lingxi bid farewell and left with Lu Zhengzheng, Xu Maochun picked up the sheet with 'Yin' written on it and studied it closely for a while. He shared with Wei Ke, who also ca to admire it, "This girl's writing style matches soone I know. But that person is more reserved and graceful. For a young lady, she appeared quite polite and steady, unexpectedly there's also a streak of dominance inside!"

Jumping around beside them, Xu Xingyuan protested, "Grandpa, this is my gift from the pretty sister."

"I didn't intend to take it from you, but young Jiang ntioned she practiced at least ten sheets daily as a child. I think the tasks assigned to you are too few; we should increase it to ten sheets from now on, how about it?"

Xu Xingyuan: "..."

He looked to Wei Ke for help, "Brother Wei, haven't I just shot myself in the foot?"

Wei Ke shifted his gaze from the calligraphy and seriously nodded at Xu Xingyuan.

How could you not have?