Novel Bin Chapter 97 - 97 Visitor
Xiao Ye criticized her for not having any backbone in her handwriting and insisted that she draw according to the handwriting of the calligraphy masters. Jian Qingqing was extremely helpless. As long as her handwriting could be understood by others, it was fine. She did not have to take an exam to do her homework, so why did she need to practice?
Practicing calligraphy required a lot of time and energy. It was a continuous process. If she could not settle down, she would not be able to practice calligraphy well.
She did not have that much energy, so every time she promised Xiao Ye, she would scribble with her own style while he was not looking.
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On this day, Xiao Ye discovered that Jian Qingqing did not practice calligraphy well again. he shouted angrily, “Sister!”
Jian Qingqing smiled guiltily and admitted her mistake with a very positive attitude. “I was wrong.”
Xiao Ye was already immune to her mistakes, he continued to talk about himself. “Sir said that practicing calligraphy can calm the mind and cultivate the body. Your calligraphy is like your character. When people don’t know you and see that you are good at writing, they will have a good impression of you…”
He wanted to continue, but he heard the excited voice of Xiao Lang outside. “Sister! Brother Ming came to our house!”
Jian Qingqing was stunned and quickly went out to welcome him, “Lord Ming, why are you here?”
Ming Zhiyan nodded at her and said, “Miss Jian, sorry to bother you. I have something to ask you.”
Jian Qingqing was puzzled. She did not seem to have done anything recently, but she still welcomed Ming Zhiyan into the house and handed him the hand warmer.
Ming Zhiyan took it and thanked her.
He lowered his head to look at the messy paper on the table and asked, “Did you write this, Miss Jian?”
Jian Qingqing nodded and quickly tidied up the things on the table. She said apologetically, “I was practicing my calligraphy just now and didn’t have time to tidy it up.”
Xiao Ye took the opportunity to complain, “Brother Ming, do you think sister’s calligraphy has no backbone? I told her to practice her calligraphy and she didn’t practice hard!” At the end of his sentence, there was a hint of grievance in his voice.
Ming Zhiyan looked at it carefully, he said gently, “That’s not true. Everyone’s handwriting is different. It’s not like a famous writer who has backbone. Miss Jian’s handwriting is gentle and square. It’s her own characteristic. There’s nothing bad about it.”
Xiao Lang still said in a dilemma, “Sir, you said that one must have a sharp edge and backbone when writing. Just like a human being, one must have a noble and righteous spirit. One must not be soft-hearted.”
Ming Zhiyan was patiently waiting for Xiao Lang to finish, then he said, “A thousand people have a thousand words. Xiao Ye, you have to have your own judgment. A person with a strong backbone will not lose his backbone because he can’t write well. A person who can write well may not have a strong backbone. The kind of person your sister is will not change because of her words.”
Xiao Ye nodded his head in acceptance and then apologized to Jian Qingqing, “I’m sorry, Sister. I shouldn’t have criticized your words.”
Jian Qingqing heaved a sigh of relief. She was very grateful to Ming Zhiyan. Although she felt that his evaluation was exaggerated, it was a good way to persuade Xiao Ye.
She looked gratefully at Ming Zhiyan and asked with a smile, “What is Lord Ming asking about? I will tell you everything I know.”
Ming Zhiyan gently knocked on the table and said in a low voice, “May I ask, Miss Jian, what ingredients did you use to make that hotpot?”
Jian Qingqing was stunned. Why did he ask this?
Ming Zhiyan explained, “That hotpot is very spicy and can keep out the cold. I think it can be used in the army to better protect the soldiers from the cold.”