After breakfast at the summer solstice, she went to the study to write a wedding note with them. The little guy also followed her, practicing calligraphy while giving injections.

"Xiaobaozi, your handwriting is more and more beautiful. Do you want to write some wedding cards?" Ji Yixi teases the little guy, but Leng Yicheng also wants to.

His eyes were shining. "Can I write?"

"Yes, as long as you don't make mistakes!"

Ji Yixi tells the little guy that these wedding cards are all custom-made. It's a pity to write a wrong one.

"I'll try!" Leng Yicheng was very happy, but he turned to ask Xia Zhi, "Mommy, can I write it?"

"Yes!" Summer solstice gave him a few, children like, let him participate in the next is also good.

Ji Yixi quickly took a list, put it in front of the little guy, "you start from the first, pay attention not to write wrong!"

"I see!" Leng Yicheng stared at the first name for a while before writing.

Summer solstice to him is not to write the content of the wedding card, the son wrote wrong, it doesn't matter.

Ji Yicheng and Nan stare at him and write. Leng Yicheng's writing is neat. He shows it to Xia Zhi with pride.

"Look, Mommy, I'm right!"

"Go on!" Summer solstice took it and put it aside to dry. He felt his son's head with pride. What he wrote was better than her. I don't know how many times.

"Baby, your handwriting is getting better and better!"

"Hee hee Leng Yicheng chuckles.

When he was two years old, he was forced to write by his father, which has been maintained until now. From time to time, he was pulled by his father and great grandfather to practice calligraphy. Can he not write well?

Ji Yixi and Nan Bian look at each other and smile, "it's almost the same as the boss!"

"I learned from my father. It's strange that I don't look like that!" Leng Yicheng takes a look at them, and then quickly takes back his eyes and stares at the writing. His small face is very serious and dare not be careless.

"It's like learning from someone, like me." Ji Yixi joked.

The summer solstice looked curiously, "whose do you look like?"

Her grandfather corrected it when she was a child, but she still didn't write very well. If it wasn't for the school to practice calligraphy, she might not be able to write calligraphy.

"I've learned from everyone before, and I'm unique today!" Ji Yixi laughed, and the exaggerated expression amused everyone.

"To put it bluntly, it's not like four things!" Nanbian smiles.

Uncle B came in with tea and said, "I think it's more like your grandfather!"

Ji Yixi raised his eyebrows and reminded him with a smile, "you can say that my handwriting is not good-looking, but don't say that his calligraphy is not good in front of my grandfather, otherwise he will be angry with you!"

Xia Zhi looked at him with a smile, "grandfather Ji likes calligraphy so much?"

"No, the older generation don't know what their feelings are. They are all very proud. They all think they are the sage of calligraphy. They all think their handwriting is the best!"

"Maybe it's because of the popularity of brush writing in our time, the fragrance of brush and ink with memories!" Uncle B looks at them with a smile and explains.

"Anyway, I can't understand it. Practicing calligraphy takes the most time!" Jesse shook his head. He couldn't sit still.

"Now practice calligraphy and cultivate one's character. You can eat what you know!" The South lost him a word.

Ji Yixi glared at him, "if you don't eat, you don't eat less than me, sister-in-law, do you think the fourth one eats more than me?"

Summer solstice looked at them with a smile, "you don't quarrel, hurry to write it!"

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