Jing Zhe was already thinking of making the suggestion to Yu Sheng, and if he told him that he could turn Yu Xiangrong from a spoiled baby into a normal person, he would definitely agree, right?
Through his brief conversation with Yu Xiangrong, he realized that Yu Xiangrong's "naivety" mostly stemmed from her isolated life. He believed that as long as she was exposed to more of the outside world and interacted with it more, she would become more perceptive.
But it was already late, and it would probably be dark in almost an hour. He still had things to do, so he planned to bring it up with Yu Sheng another time.
"Don't worry, given my relationship with your father, as long as I put in a good word for you and I take you out, he'll definitely agree!"
"real?"
"Of course, I never lie to women, especially not to a beautiful woman like you!"
"..."
Yu Xiangrong had never heard such lewd talk before. She blushed instantly and lowered her head. She was thinking to herself that this person was really strange. He looked so refined and gentle, but how could he say such... such lewd things?
Yu Xiangrong had initially thought that Yu Haixing had come to complain about her, saying that he had personally said he wanted to marry her—but now it seemed that it really might have been him!
Thinking this, she couldn't help but feel a little scared. She glanced timidly at Jing Zhe and took a small step back, as if that would make her feel safer...
Jing Zhe didn't notice her reaction and continued to laugh, "But I'm afraid it won't work today. I have something to do today and I probably won't be able to stay for too long. How about I compensate you for this calligraphy first?"
No...don't...
Yu Xiangrong said subconsciously.
"Since I'm the one who ruined it, I should compensate you. Why shouldn't I? Besides, you write so slowly. What if you can't finish writing it later and it gets dark? What if you forget it tomorrow?"
This was also what Yu Xiangrong was worried about, but she still stubbornly bit her lip and said, "If I can't finish writing... I can stay up all night..."
"..."
Seeing her charming and innocent appearance, Jing Zhe was amused.
He was still thinking to himself that she was just stubborn. If she were to write casually, she could finish quickly, but she insisted on writing each stroke meticulously, which naturally made her slower.
"Why go through all that trouble? I'll write it myself!"
"don't want!"
This time, Yu Xiangrong was surprisingly assertive: "I...I write so well...beautifully...such beautiful words...can only be written with beautiful handwriting!"
"..."
Now, Jing Zhe suddenly understood.
It turns out that even though she knew that writing slowly risked forgetting the original words, she still wrote so neatly, just because she was afraid that her poor handwriting would tarnish the poem!
After listening, Jing Zhe was unsure whether he should thank her.
"Don't worry, my handwriting is very good, even better than yours!"
To be fair, it is indeed rare to be able to write such beautiful characters without anyone teaching you, but it is still far inferior to Jing Zhe's.
"You...really?"
Yu Xiangrong said in a simple and honest way.
"You'll see when you see it."
As he walked forward, Yu Xiangrong was so startled that she stepped back, tripped over a stone bench, and almost fell. Fortunately, Jing Zhe reacted quickly and caught her.
In just half an hour, the two had already made physical contact three times. Yu Xiangrong was a little dazed, while Jing Zhe did not deliberately take advantage of her. After helping her up, he quickly let go.
Although he is a pervert, he is a pervert with principles. He won't sleep with just anyone. When things happen naturally and they blend together, isn't that better?
This action earned him a lot of points. Yu Xiangrong tilted her head and watched him walk to the stone table, her little head seemingly lost in thought.
...
Jing Zhe picked up the brush but didn't rush to write.
Instead, he turned to Yu Xiangrong and said, "Writing is like fighting a war. Holding the pen is like holding a gun. If you can't hold the pen properly, how can you write well?"
Holding a pen is like holding a gun…
This was the first time Yu Xiangrong had heard these words, but because she was so passionate about poetry, she understood after a little thought, and when she looked at Jing Zhe again, her eyes lit up.
"Look how I hold it."
As he spoke, Jing Zhe picked up the pen in the most correct posture, turned it around a few times, and made Yu Xiangrong look at it carefully.
Yu Xiangrong nodded, and said, "Hmm... I saw it... It felt similar to my grip... but you seemed to... use more force..."
"They look the same, but they're very different! But there's no time for today. I'll teach you how to hold a gun... oops, I mean, how to hold a pen next time!"
Yu Xiangrong couldn't discern any hidden meaning, and simply nodded.
"Learning calligraphy requires perseverance, and practicing calligraphy requires dedication. A righteous mind leads to righteous writing, and the secrets of calligraphy should be kept in mind."
As he spoke, Jing Zhe prepared to put pen to paper, adding, "These are the tips for writing characters. Although you are very talented because you are self-taught, you have not undergone formal training, so the upper limit of your writing is not high. You must memorize these tips!"
Seeing Xiangrong nod, Jing Zhe began to write.
Yu Xiangrong was a little afraid of him just now, but seeing that he spoke so logically and that he hadn't taken advantage of her before, she actually dared to approach him and stand next to Jing Zhe to watch.
Jing Zhe's writing was inspired; his brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes, and he muttered to himself.
"The first stroke should never stray from the dot, and the turns should be rounded and exposed. There should be a downward stroke that seems to want to be finished, and the hooks should not be mediocre. The left downward stroke should be vertical and exposed, and the right stroke should be straight and sharp like a hanging needle. The pressing stroke should be like the force of a golden knife, and the left-falling stroke should be like the shape of a rhinoceros horn. Do not slacken your efforts even in the smallest detail, and use your mind
Jing Zhe reads slowly, but writes extremely fast.
By the time he finished reading, he had also written the last word.
Yu Xiangrong stood to the side, initially using both eyes and ears to read his words and listen to his mnemonic rhymes. However, once Jing Zhe's words landed on the paper, her mind couldn't keep up, and she couldn't hear anything anymore. She could only stare blankly at the smooth, vigorous handwriting on the paper...
How can there be such beautiful characters in this world?
Originally, Yu Xiangrong was quite satisfied with her calligraphy. When Jing Zhe offered to teach her, she was shy and, although she didn't say she disagreed, she secretly wanted to refuse.
My handwriting... isn't bad...
But now, seeing Jing Zhe's handwriting, she blushed.
Compared to his calligraphy, mine is utterly worthless!
Looking at Jing Zhe again, his neck had also turned red, and his head hung even lower, as if it were about to droop into his chest…
After writing, Jing Zhe smiled and said, "The mnemonic I just recited to you, although it's the most basic stuff when learning calligraphy, is still very useful for you considering you haven't studied it systematically. So, have you memorized it all?"
Yu Xiangrong's face turned even redder, just like a student who was daydreaming in class and was called on by the teacher. She stood there restlessly, but finally shook her head.
He muttered an explanation, "I...I was so focused on reading your writing...I forgot...I forgot..."
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