Chapter 80 Making a fool of oneself
As the Lunar New Year approaches, every household is stocking up on New Year's goods.
The Lu family was no exception.
Mr. Lu bought a stack of red paper, cut it into couplet sizes, and said to Jiang Jiani with great interest:
"Jia Ni, you're a college student and a teacher, why don't you write the couplets for our family this year?"
Jiang Jianni was taken aback: "Do I have to write it myself? Isn't it much more convenient to just buy it outside?"
Aunt Lu: "Who buys couplets? Of course, we have to write them ourselves."
“I used to write all the calligraphy for our house, but this year you can write it.”
Lu's father was a rough and uncultured man who only started learning to read after joining the army, and even now his handwriting looks like scribbles.
His calligraphy was even uglier than that of a child who was just learning calligraphy.
Some of his comrades-in-arms took up calligraphy after retirement.
Unlike others, after retiring, besides keeping abreast of current affairs and reading newspapers every day, Lu's father's biggest hobby is reading martial arts novels.
Yes, that's right, martial arts novels.
Jiang Jianni only learned after getting married that the Lu family had a special study with two large bookshelves filled with various popular martial arts novels.
The Lu family owns all the works by famous martial arts masters available on the market.
Even works by some relatively unknown authors are available wherever possible.
All of these were bought by Lu's father himself when he went for a stroll in the street.
Jiang Jianni still remembers the shock she felt when she saw those two bookshelves full of martial arts novels—it was definitely the most martial arts books she had ever seen.
Of course, Lu's father now has another hobby, which is walking Ping An Ji Xiang.
Although Lu's father was not good at it, Lu's mother received education in calligraphy from a young age—firstly, to preserve the traditions of their ancestors, and secondly, to cultivate her character.
Later, the burden shifted to the four sons.
After her four sons left home, the task of writing couplets fell to Lu's mother.
Now that there's a college student in the family, the elderly couple wants to see his/her handwriting.
Lu's mother thought of Jiang Jiani's penmanship: "Your penmanship is quite good, it has strength and structure. Your calligraphy should be the same, right?"
Jiang Jianni gave an awkward laugh: "Well, Mom, you should write it, or let Xiangyang write it. I... I can't do it."
"I haven't practiced calligraphy much before, and my handwriting is about the same as a child's, so I won't embarrass myself by showing it off."
Lu's mother was taken aback: "How could that be? Doesn't your school offer calligraphy classes?"
Jiang Jianni: "That's just a calligraphy class. I don't practice much normally."
In today's school curriculum, calligraphy and abacus calculation are both taught as separate formal lessons.
Not only are there dedicated teachers, but they also assign homework after class.
In Jiang Jianni's memory, the original owner of the body only treated calligraphy as a task to be completed, and did not practice it systematically or for a long time.
When she stopped taking calligraphy classes in junior high school, her journey of practicing calligraphy was cut short.
However, the original owner's handwriting was quite good, just as Lu Ma said, seemingly soft and rounded, but with inner strength.
Jiang Jianni's handwriting has been praised for being beautiful, but it still falls short compared to the original owner's handwriting.
Fortunately, she not only inherited the original owner's historical memories, but also her muscle memories.
Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't have dared to live with the Jiang family when she first arrived.
Lu Xiangyang looked at her and laughed: "Really? I don't believe it. If you can't write calligraphy, where did the calligraphy brush in the drawer come from? I don't write calligraphy."
“I’ve seen that calligraphy brush; it’s clearly been used, and used frequently.”
But he didn't see the words.
Is it for drawing?
Jiang Jianni was somewhat exasperated: "You, you, who gave you the right to rummage through my things?"
Lu's mother also looked at Lu Xiangyang disapprovingly: "Even if you are husband and wife, you shouldn't rummage through Jia Ni's things."
Lu Xiangyang felt wronged: "We used the same table and the same drawer. I saw it when I opened the drawer to take something out."
"This doesn't count as peeping, does it?"
"Besides, all the calligraphy brushes I use are in the brush holder, only three of them, I know exactly what they are."
"The one in the drawer is the small size, which is obviously not mine. So whose could it be?"
Jiang Jianni was immediately exasperated: "You, you, you..."
She practiced for a period of time in her spare time in modern times.
Back then, there were so many fonts that it was impossible to count them all.
Jiang Jianni practices the rudiments of rounded tones.
It was that round-headed, angular, naive, and adorable little round body.
Just like when she learns to draw, she learns to draw in a chibi style.
This font is fun to learn, and you can even use it to make a cover to show off.
But that was the author facing the other end of the internet cable.
Instead of the family members right in front of them.
The thought of people seeing those childlike characters made her feel suffocated.
We absolutely must not lose face.
Lu's mother immediately misunderstood: "Oh dear, young people these days are so too modest."
"Are you embarrassed because there are so many of us?"
"Sitian, Xiangyang, Lao Lu, Ping An and Jixiang should also go out for a run. Let's go out and breathe some fresh air."
As soon as Lu Ma spoke, the others immediately responded.
Before leaving, Lu Xiangyang waved to her and mouthed encouragement.
Jiang Jiani wanted to cry but had no tears.
Her calligraphy is really terrible!
These people are just too awful!
She glanced at the doorway, then at the cut red paper on the table, and picked up a few sheets of white paper to get a feel for it.
However, the result of only practicing one font is that no matter how hard you try, you will always write in that font.
I tried writing about ten characters, all in a clumsy, childish, rounded style.
Jiang Jiani immediately deflated.
Just as she was struggling with whether or not to simply pay someone to hire a ghostwriter, Lu Xiangyang returned on his own.
She pushed Lu Xiangyang in with surprise: "Weren't you walking the dog with them? Why are you back?"
Lu Xiangyang: "I'm coming back to see you write."
Then I saw a few pieces of paper that Jiang Jiani had left under the table.
He couldn't help but laugh: "So this is what your calligraphy looks like. No wonder you don't want to write."
Jiang Jianni retorted in a defiant manner: "Yeah, yeah, my handwriting isn't even as good as a kindergarten kid's, so is there a problem with me not wanting to embarrass myself by writing it out?"
"Huh? Is there a problem?"
Lu Xiangyang picked up the two sheets of paper on the table and looked at them carefully. He said, "You're going a bit too far. Where is your handwriting ugly?"
Jiang Jianni's eyes reddened with anger: "Don't think I can't tell you're trying to coax me."
Lu Xiangyang chuckled: "I really wasn't trying to fool you."
"Your handwriting does look different from the fonts people usually see at first glance."
Jiang Jianni sniffed.
I thought to myself, people with high emotional intelligence know how to talk.
Look at what people are saying. It's ugly, but they won't say it's ugly. They'll say that what you wrote is different from what they wrote.
No matter how tactfully Lu Xiangyang phrased it, Jiang Jiani knew perfectly well what he meant.
She didn't stick with practicing calligraphy, so her handwriting isn't standard rounded.
It's still a bit far from being described as naive and cute.
Lu Xiangyang flicked the paper and said, "Although your handwriting is not the commonly used font, it has a kind of ancient and naive charm."
"But it's not the kind of writing that beginners can't control with the brush."
"Your calligraphy can actually be considered to be of its own style."
Lu Xiangyang asked curiously, "Did you figure this out yourself? That's pretty impressive."
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