Wang Xing happily accepted the wine: "Thank you so much, Miss Su. You always remember that I like this kind of wine."
"They're here, hurry up and come in!" At this moment, a voice, old yet strong and authoritative, came from inside the house.
Su Ruojin and Wang Xing exchanged a smile, and Su Ruojin replied, "Grandpa Xiao, I'm here." Then she walked into the inner room.
Inside the house, an elderly man, over sixty years old with gray hair, was writing something with a calligraphy brush.
Su Ruojin approached and examined it carefully, then nodded sincerely: "Grandpa Xiao, your calligraphy is so powerful and vigorous. Just based on your calligraphy, I would believe you if you said you were the dean of Ruien Academy."
"Tch, how could he... Wait, that's not right, Jin girl, you came to see me empty-handed?" Xiao Jiyuan stopped writing and looked at Su Ruojin.
Su Ruojin quickly picked up what she was carrying and said ingratiatingly, "How could I, Grandpa Xiao? Look, I brought you some lotus flower pastries from Zou Ji. Try them."
Xiao Jiyuan put down his pen, completely unmoved by her act, and stretched out his hand with a serious expression: "You know that's not what I meant, so give it to me now."
Su Ruojin's smiling face instantly turned into a bitter face: "Oh dear, Grandpa Xiao, you know I've been busy lately, so I haven't practiced calligraphy. Next time, next time I will definitely bring the calligraphy I've practiced for you to check."
To prove she was telling the truth, she stood up straight, put her four fingers together on her right hand, and swore an oath to the heavens.
If there's one thing that gives Su Ruojin the biggest headache since she came into this world, it's only one thing—practicing calligraphy.
In the 28th century, few people wrote by hand; everyone could solve all problems with voice commands. More traditional people also used computer keyboards for input.
As the new head of a family of ancient doctors, Su Ruojin followed the family tradition and practiced calligraphy from a young age. In that era, her calligraphy was still commendable.
But in this era, everyone writes with a brush. Most scholars can write beautiful calligraphy. Compared to that, Su Ruojin's handwriting is not good enough.
Ever since she was five years old and came to Mu'an Village with her master and met Xiao Jiyuan, Xiao Jiyuan started to force Su Ruojin to practice calligraphy after accidentally seeing the characters she wrote.
In Xiao Jiyuan's words, he couldn't stand that such a pretty girl could write like a dog scrawl; every time he saw Su Ruojin's handwriting, he felt like he would lose a year of his life.
Su Ruojin once tried to refuse to practice calligraphy on the grounds that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent, but Xiao Jiyuan scolded her severely, saying that such a thought was only held by ignorant and foolish rural men and women.
If that's the case, then why do all the girls from wealthy and powerful families have to study and learn to read and write from a young age?
Su Ruojin wasn't ungrateful; she knew Grandpa Xiao meant well, so she had no choice but to grit her teeth and start practicing calligraphy obediently.
However, they will still try every means to be lazy, just like this time.
It had been a month since Su Ruojin last visited Grandpa Xiao. She had promised to bring her calligraphy practice drafts for him to check, but she forgot about it after returning home, and was caught red-handed today.
Xiao Jiyuan rolled his eyes at the little girl who was solemnly swearing: "Do you swear to heaven with four fingers?"
Su Ruojin chuckled and withdrew her finger: "It's all the same. As long as the intention is there, even the heavens can hear it."
Then, he fawned over Xiao Jiyuan and patted his back, saying, "Grandpa Xiao, don't be angry. Let me pat your back. Next time, I promise I'll bring you here for a checkup."
After only a few pats, Xiao Jiyuan started coughing. Hearing this cough, Su Ruojin frowned slightly.
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