Chapter 448 Calligraphy
After Xia Qingqing's wedding, her uncle's family returned home, and other family members started working one after another.
As for the young couple Xia Zhuoyue and Tao Tao, after asking for their own opinions, they decided to wait for Xia Zhuoyue to meet the girl's parents at the beginning of the year. If it is suitable in the middle of the year, after the two have contacted their families, they will directly report to the army to apply for marriage.
As for the wedding, I will hold it when I return home.
After the discussion, the two young lovers set off in the car after Xia Qingqing returned home.
Xia Zhizhi watched as several people walked through the yard every day. By the tenth day of the first lunar month, the yard had returned to its former tranquility and peace, and she was very happy.
Xia Bangguo and Zeng Zelan, on the other hand, had complained a few times when the children were particularly noisy, but once their children and grandchildren had returned, some reluctance appeared on their faces.
This is normal. As long as their minds are not completely tamed, most people still prefer to have their own space.
But after all, they are blood relatives. I will be away for thousands of miles. Maybe I will come back to see my parents at the end of the year, or maybe something will happen and I may not come back.
It's normal to feel reluctant when you say goodbye to someone you only see once every two or three years.
Zeng Zelan comforted Xia Zhizhi by saying, "The children have all gone home. There is no one to play with our Zhizhi, right?"
Xia Zhizhi was so happy that she didn't need those kids to play with her. She just wanted them to go home as soon as possible.
People smell good when they are far away, but stink when they are close. If you stay together for too long, you never know what kind of conflicts may arise. It is better to separate quickly while everyone's enthusiasm is still there.
Of course, when she heard her grandmother ask this, she was not stupid enough to speak out her true feelings directly and pretend to be very well-behaved: "It is precisely because of separation that reunion is so precious."
Otherwise, Zeng Zelan insisted that she wait until the first month of the lunar year before considering going out, and Xia Zhizhi also wanted to slip away with the main force.
After all, in the old lady's mind, she was going to the countryside as an educated youth. It was freezing cold there, and there was no point going so early. It would be better for her to stay at home where it would be convenient to eat and drink.
Xia Zhizhi was idle at home for a few days and developed a new hobby.
I fell in love with calligraphy and Chinese painting.
People really don't know what they like until they reach a certain age.
In the past, Xia Zhizhi was not very fond of calligraphy, a more laborious way of writing. In her mind, this way of writing should be as convenient and fast as possible.
In her mind, she only regarded the brush as a tool, so naturally she could not feel any appreciation for it.
During the Lantern Festival, Xia Zhizhi went to Zhonglanhai to visit her grandfather and saw several new calligraphy books on his desk, mixed with two ancient paintings.
These days ancient books are sold in used bookstores at very cheap prices. If you are lucky, you can buy a book in excellent condition for just a few cents.
When Xia Zhizhi traveled all over the world, when she arrived in a city, in addition to eating and drinking, she would also stop by the scrap recycling shop.
Most of the time there was nothing to gain, not much compared to using mental power to sweep an idle backyard.
Of course, sometimes when she is lucky she will collect some. If she comes across it, it is fate. No matter what it is, she will buy it.
My grandfather also has this hobby, but he only likes calligraphy copies, so he asked his secretary to keep an eye out and buy a few more copies if he found one that was suitable.
If I happened to come across a suitable one, I would send it over along with a few calligraphy and paintings.
The old man was busy. He knew the delivery had arrived, but he didn't have time to look at it.
Xia Zhizhi walked over and opened them one by one to admire them. She was just pretending at first, but when she unfolded a picture of fish playing, she suddenly realized the so-called leisurely artistic conception under the thick ink and light painting.
She looked at several paintings and an idea came to her mind. She rolled up the painting and continued to live up to her shameless character and started to ask for it.
"Leader, I think these paintings are great. Can you give them to me?"
The old lady only liked calligraphy and was not that keen on ancient paintings. After hearing what she said, she waved her hand generously and let her take it back.
Xia Zhizhi was not polite either. She had already started packing before the old man said anything.
After sweeping away several paintings, she rolled her eyes and scanned the row of bookshelves behind the leader.
The leader had just gotten the calligraphy copybook, and he was not yet satisfied with it. After she asked, he might give it to her for the sake of face, but he must be reluctant to give it to her in his heart. She couldn't take away someone else's credit, but what about the previous ones?
Xia Zhizhi walked to the bookshelf, stood on tiptoe, and pulled out a copybook that had been lying idle for a while. "Leader, influenced by you, I have recently become interested in calligraphy. Do you have any copybooks that you don't need? Give them to me so I can take them back to practice."
The old man turned around and looked at her, and said speechlessly: "I knew you were the kind of person who would not come to see me for no reason. You usually don't remember to come and see me, an old man. It must be bad news when you come!"
He waved his hand and said, "There are a few books on the upper floor. You can take them away. I don't have anything good here. I remember that Lao Zhou has calligraphy. If you want something else, go and have a look at his place."
After receiving a few calligraphy books, Xia Zhizhi said goodbye very quickly, and then went straight to the West Flower Hall. After delivering the holiday gifts, she ate a bowl of red bean soup cooked by Ms. Deng, went to Mr. Zhou's study room for a while, and then patted her butt and went home.
She has always been the type to do whatever she thinks of. After returning home, Xia Zhizhi asked Ah Ju to find some regular script calligraphy copybooks and start practicing.
She was originally good at writing with a hard pen. She had great strength in her hands, strong mental power, and a very subtle control over the strength.
In addition, I was a person who could sit still, so I wrote from morning to night at home every day. I wrote a thick stack of calligraphy copies. After practicing for a few days, I became quite good at it.
When people have something to do, they will feel that time passes quickly. This is true for everyone.
After practicing calligraphy at home for a while, Xia Zhizhi suddenly felt that she hadn't seen Xia Qingqing for many days.
It's normal. After all, I'm married and still in the honeymoon period. I have to go home during the Lantern Festival. At other times, I definitely think about my sweet life with you when I get home from work.
Xia Zhizhi asked Ah Ju to pack some food and drinks, filled a basket with them, and planned to go see Xia Qingqing.
Xiao Zhang took them directly to Xia Qingqing's small courtyard.
It was not yet time for lunch when we arrived, and the couple had not returned yet.
Xia Zhizhi pushed the door open and went in. The courtyard gate was not locked, nor were the doors of the house. Only the new room for the two of them was locked.
She strolled around the two open rooms. The layout of the rooms was not much different from when Xia Zhizhi visited before.