On the first day of the holiday, at eight o'clock in the morning, the three Chen sisters were already up.
Chen Xiuhua went out early and bought breakfast, which included only a cup of soy milk.
"Xiao Wu, breakfast is ready, here's your soy milk."
"Thank you, Fourth Sister. Oh, no, I didn't ask you to buy me soy milk." Chen Xihua looked at the soy milk her Fourth Sister handed her, feeling a little embarrassed and innocent.
"Hehe, I thought you liked to drink it, so I bought it especially for you," Chen Xiuhua said with a smile.
She recalled that a month ago, the three sisters were walking in the alley in the morning. Xiao Wu bought three cups of soy milk, but Xiao Wu ate steamed buns and fried dough sticks instead.
Chen Xiuhua didn't notice anything amiss. Her older sister deliberately didn't remind her either, and she took a large gulp of soy milk.
The taste was indescribable.
But because she was still in the alley and the elderly people around were watching, she swallowed it down.
Afterwards, Xiao Wu and her older sister secretly laughed and said that they had deliberately wanted her to try it.
"Fourth Sister, don't hold a grudge. I just wanted you to try it out and see if it suited your taste," Chen Xihua said ingratiatingly.
"Then you should try it now, maybe it'll suit your taste." Chen Xiuhua rolled her eyes at her, annoyed.
"Hehe, Fourth Sister, I can tell from the smell that it's not to my taste." Chen Xihua quickly grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth before heading back to her study to get busy.
After having breakfast, Chen Chunhua and Chen Xiuhua went out to buy some kitchen supplies so they could cook whatever they wanted at home in the future.
During lunch, Chen Xihua suddenly remembered what she had heard at the club last night and wanted to confirm it with her older sister again.
"Sister, did Comrade Shen stop corresponding with you after that?"
"...Just a few days after the start of the semester, I received a letter from him asking me if I was really sure. He also asked a strange question, asking if I had anything else to say to him."
Chen Chunhua looked a little dejected, then said nonchalantly, "I told him I'd made up my mind, and I don't have anything else to say."
"Oh, then it's nothing." Chen Xihua was also feeling a bit down at the moment.
She roughly guessed what was going on; Shen Changxing probably still wanted to find out the truth.
So you'll only ask by writing a letter? You won't ask in person?
They really don't know how to talk!
Forget it, Chen Xihua didn't want to get involved. After learning about it last night, it seemed that Chen's mother was difficult to get along with, so she was even less willing to interfere.
Otherwise, things might get even more chaotic, and misunderstandings might increase.
He's really sincere, and the two of them are destined to be together, so let nature take its course.
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Before the holiday ended, Chen Xihua mailed the completed design back to the South Province and then returned to school.
Then, it basically became a three-point line: dormitory, canteen, and class.
Moreover, she spent increasingly longer periods of time in the lab each time.
She's gotten to know Professor Ning better now, and if she doesn't understand something, she grabs him and asks.
At the end of October, I received a call from Chang Yi'an of the calligraphy club.
Chen Xihua then realized that she had been so busy for more than half a month that she hadn't had much contact with the outside world.
"Junior Chen, at the end of this month, which happens to be the weekend, our calligraphy club is organizing an off-campus activity for mutual exchange and learning. Do you have time to participate?" Chang Yi'an asked tentatively over the phone.
"Okay, President Chang." Chen Xihua stretched her slightly tired shoulders; it was time to go out for a walk and stretch her legs.
Wait until October 30th, at 10:00 AM.
When Chen Xihua and more than ten members of the calligraphy club arrived at the location, they discovered that it was the Beijing Calligraphy Association, a place where calligraphy competitions were frequently held.
Along both sides of the corridor, there are also many calligraphy works written by calligraphy enthusiasts, as well as some masterpieces by masters.
Upon entering the hall, there were many desks, and several elderly people were already there.
Although there were no competitions today, some people were still practicing calligraphy inside, gathering in twos and threes to discuss and appreciate it.
However, there are relatively few young people.
When one of the elderly men with gray hair saw Chang Yi'an enter with more than a dozen people, he raised his head slightly, narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then continued what he was doing.
"As expected of Master Chang, these characters are written with flowing, powerful strokes, completed in one go!"
"You flatter me!" Chang Feng put the pen down, then pretended not to understand and asked.
"Yi'an is where we old folks gather in our spare time."
You brought a bunch of young punks with you; are you all interested in calligraphy too?
"Yes, Yi'an, you've come to see your grandfather, haven't you?" An old man next to him asked with a smile.
Chang Yi'an was speechless, thinking to himself, "Grandpa is really something. He was the one who sent me with these people, and now he's pretending not to know anything."
Oh well, what can I do? He's my grandfather!
"Yes, hello teachers, excuse me for disturbing you."
We are from the Peking University Calligraphy Society, and we know that you often share your calligraphy experiences here.
So I brought my classmates here to broaden their horizons.
It would be a great honor to receive guidance from a few masters.
“Look, Mr. Chang, what your grandson said is true. Wouldn’t it be more convenient to come directly to you?” another old man said politely.
"Alright, since you're all here, spread out at the tables and write a few words. We old folks can all give us some feedback." Chang Feng said casually, but his eyes kept glancing at Chen Xihua and the dozen or so people around him.
They actually met Master Chang, President Chang, who turned out to be Master Chang's grandson.
The dozen or so students in the calligraphy club all looked nervous and excited, including Chen Xihua.
That person is none other than Master Chang of the North, also known as "Zou Nan Chang Bei"!
After a dozen or so students dispersed, they prepared to write.
Chen Xihua stood at the desk in the far corner by the door, thought for a moment, and wrote down the four characters "Heaven rewards diligence".
The force penetrates the paper, which can be considered a free and easy stroke.
"Not bad! It's just that the last stroke of the character '道' is a little bit off. You need to use your wrist a little more flexibility and force." Chang Feng had quietly come up behind her and nodded as he spoke.
This young girl shouldn't be Qin's student. Her casual style is perfect for learning calligraphy from me.
"Thank you, Master Chang!" Chen Xihua was about to put down her pen when she looked up and thanked him politely.
Then he rewrote the character '道' (dao), pausing slightly on the last stroke.
"Good!" Chang Feng praised Chen Xihua, looking at the character "Dao" written on the back.
Others, some of whom had already written their notes, quietly came over to watch.
Two elderly people also walked over slowly with their hands behind their backs, looked around, and then smiled and nodded.
At this moment, Chang Feng also went to the desks of other students and walked around.
About half an hour later, he walked back to Chen Xihua's side to look at her.
"Young lady, your name is Chen Xihua? Qin Xian is your teacher, right?"
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