My vegetable garden connects to the fairy world of Lilliput

This is an old, dilapidated, small city center with a long history and no elevator.

The sanitation is not too bad, but the whole building exudes an old, musty smell.

The stairs are still concrete and cement plastered, smooth from being stepped on, and the handrails are rusted. Then people go up and down and walk around, and they are all covered with rusty "stainless steel" steel pipes.

On the wall, there are spider webs and old dust, as well as various small advertisements covering the old with the new...

Such as sewer pipes, lock opening, male hospital advertisements...

And various fancy, mango-colored advertisements that are obviously scams, etc....

It must be a scam, otherwise how could there be a 188-cm student girl... Impossible.

Ahem, it may be that she was a student thirty years ago, but now...

It's unspeakable!

I've gone off topic...

Let's get back to the point.

Most of these old, dilapidated and small houses in the city are only inhabited by the elderly, or people from other places who work hard here and are short of money.

Otherwise, no one would want to live in such an old and dilapidated house.

It was not hard to climb up to the fourth floor in one breath.

Jiang Xiaotao's home, a large iron door welded by a street master, painted green. Due to its age, it has not been repainted, and the rust on the door has begun to appear.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

Suning knocked on the iron door.

He did not dislike this kind of place.

Instead, he missed it a little.

He had lived here before when he was working hard in a big city.

"Who is it?"

After knocking on the door for a long time, an old voice came from inside the door.

The voice was not very passionate.

It seemed that she had been suppressed by life for too long, and was physically and mentally exhausted.

It was Jiang Xiaotao's mother.

"It's me, Aunt Jiang. We met in the hospital today. I am Jiang Xiaotao's classmate, Suning." Suning spoke.

The familiar voice penetrated the house, and the owner of the tired voice seemed to have more vitality.

"Creaky..."

First, the sound of the chain being untied and the wooden door opening.

Then there was a "bang" and the iron door was pushed open.

Seeing Suning, Jiang Xiaotao's mother showed some joy on her face.

"Xiaoning? Is it really you?"

"Come on, come in and sit down, auntie will pour you some tea..."

Jiang Xiaotao's mother greeted warmly, and her melancholy face had some sunshine.

In recent years, with the death of her daughter and her husband suffering from a terminal illness, there are almost no visitors.

Sometimes there may not be a living visitor for a year or two.

They didn't think of asking anyone for help, nor did they want to implicate anyone, but... there are still people who are afraid of being entangled by them.

Jiang Xiaotao's parents were helpless about this.

Of course... they wouldn't blame anyone. In this world... is there no hardship? Everyone has difficulties... and can understand the thoughts of those people.

"Auntie, these are some fruits and drinks I bought when I came here. There are not many things, please don't dislike them." Suning understands basic courtesy when visiting.

On the way here, he bought a few bags of fruit, bananas, apples, oranges, and some milk and eggs at the canteen.

"Since you're here, what gifts are you bringing?" Jiang Xiaotao's mother said with a smile.

"Auntie is so happy, how could she dislike it? Come on, come in and sit down." Jiang Xiaotao's mother took Suning's gift and pulled him into the house.

Generally, people will not refuse gifts like fruit and milk.

And they will take it for you at the door, which is polite.

Enter the door.

Suning was a little surprised.

Originally, I thought that Jiang Xiaotao's parents had suffered great disasters one after another, and the difficult life situation would make the whole house messy, but it was not the case... This house was cleaned up and decorated very elegantly.

It was like the book house of rich people in the city in the 1990s, the home of professors and teachers...

There were many bookshelves in the house, and there were many yellowed books on the bookshelves, and there was a desk... There was even a vase on the desk, and a bunch of pure white wild flowers in the vase...

Elegant!

This kind of flower is not precious, it can be seen everywhere on the roadside, and the vase is also very ordinary, probably not more than ten yuan.

Living room...

Kitchen...

Balcony...

All are very clean.

There are many small flower pots of various flowers on the balcony, mainly succulents.

A warm little nest.

In the old and dilapidated town center, there is such a place, like a paradise.

The things in the room, including calligraphy and paintings... and many furnishings are not luxurious, but very ordinary.

But in desperate situations, there is still such an attitude towards life, which makes Suning admire.

Jiang's mother took things into the kitchen and said as she walked: "Old man, Suning is here, please entertain him, I will go to the kitchen to wash some fruit for you, and make you a pot of tea by the way, you can have a good chat."

"Xiaoning?" Jiang's father was writing at the desk.

"Come on, come on, see how my handwriting is?"

Jiang's father held a brush in his hand, wearing aWearing thick black-framed glasses, he looks like a great calligrapher.

He used to be a high school teacher.

He likes reading books and studying, and then calligraphy.

Suning walked forward.

On the desk was written: [Lanting Collection Preface]

The calligraphy was vigorous and powerful, with winding and undulating strokes, like dragons and phoenixes dancing.

But the tip of the pen was hidden and sharp, round and natural.

It was like the humility of a master.

In fact, it was true.

Suning liked it very much after just one look.

It was more comfortable than many calligraphy masters and masters of the Calligraphy Association that he had seen.

This character... is just like Jiang Dad.

There is a world inside, but it is humble and polite.

Although he suffered a great disaster, he was free and easy.

Positive and optimistic.

His calligraphy is different from Wang Xizhi, and he has no intention of copying Wang Xizhi. He just writes casually, whatever feels comfortable, whatever he wants to write...

"The handwriting is like the person..." Suning couldn't help but sigh.

"This calligraphy... is so well written."

"Oh???" Father Jiang was delighted to hear someone compliment him, and his eyes were full of smiles: "Xiao Ning also knows calligraphy?"

"I don't know..." Su Ning said frankly.

"I was exposed to calligraphy appreciation and the like in college, but I only learned the basics... not to mention understanding, I haven't even reached the entry level."

"Sincere." Father Jiang nodded.

I really like Su Ning's attitude.

I looked at Su Ning carefully for a few times, and I couldn't help but like him. I thought: This person... is very good, very much to my taste, no wonder Xiao Tao is so infatuated with him...

"Then how do you know that the calligraphy is good?" Father Jiang said.

He just asked casually.

"Uncle Jiang has a strong pen power, and his basic strokes are already proficient, and there is no room for improvement... The first element for calligraphers is to master the basic strokes thoroughly before talking about innovation. Some people are not even proficient in the basic strokes, and talk about innovation... The innovation they produce is just ugly calligraphy."

"Only those who can innovate when they are proficient in the basic strokes are masters... In fact, innovation is not just innovation. Throughout the ages... How many people can truly form their own schools? Song Huizong's thin gold style, Ouyang Xun's regular style, and Zhang Xu, a representative of cursive script in the Tang Dynasty who was known as the three best together with Li Bai... Which one did not innovate and become his own style when his basic skills could not be improved? And throughout the ages... How many people can truly serve as benchmarks?"

Su Ning paused:

"There are only a few people who have left their names in history..."

Many people think that their calligraphy that forms a school is not real calligraphy, but ugly calligraphy.

They want to attract attention with unique fonts.

"Excuse me, Uncle Jiang's calligraphy is not as good as Wang Xizhi, Song Huizong, etc., but your calligraphy is better than many so-called masters. Your words... are like you."

Su Ning continued: "You have a broad mind, but you hide your sharpness. This is your nature: humility..."

"The strokes are thick, and each word is connected meticulously. This is your emphasis on calligraphy: seriousness..."

"The overall structure of the calligraphy is sad... but continuous, which shows that you have suffered a great disaster, but you are still positive... yearning for sunshine, this is: hope..."

Every time Su Ning said a word, Jiang's father's eyes brightened.

"In this world...oh no...in the entire history of China, there are very few calligraphers who have established their own school. To put it another way, there are not many who can integrate their emotions into calligraphy and express them...so...this is a good work. Even if you look at the whole world, I dare not say that it is unique, but it is definitely a leader..."

Su Ning has also seen other calligraphy works of Jiang's father. There are many hanging in the room, and they are indeed well written. However, this one on the desk is not as good as it seems. It is very likely that this is Jiang's best work.

Writing it again for him may not be as good as it is.

It's just like Wang Xizhi's handwriting of Lanting Preface. At that time, he just wanted to record it casually and then carefully excerpt it the next day...After sobering up the next day, no matter how he wrote, he could never write that kind of good book again, and even his calligraphy works in his life...did not reach that level.

"Good...good...good..."

Jiang's father said three good words in a row.

His eyes lit up.

He was indeed most satisfied with this work.

Just after returning home, he felt an unprecedented warmth, his body no longer felt uncomfortable as before, and there was a rekindled emotion... so he picked up the pen and wrote casually... Unexpectedly, he wrote the piece he was most satisfied with.

He thought no one understood this emotion, but Su Ning saw it at a glance.

A bosom friend...

"Xiao Ning, you still say you can't write calligraphy? Your knowledge... is much better than many calligraphers I know. To be honest... you are the first person who speaks to my heart." Father Jiang was happy.

"If you weren't Jiang Xiao Ning, you would be a good calligrapher."I want to be your sworn brother, but you are my daughter's classmate."

Su Ning: "Ah... this..."

"Actually, it's not necessary. I just said it casually. Maybe I guessed Uncle Jiang's idea accidentally. I don't have such a high appreciation of calligraphy."

The scary face of Jiang Xiaotao floating in the air: "..."

Speechless.

But seeing the happy look of Jiang's father, she was happy too.

Dad, I haven't been so happy for a long time.

"Suning... Thank you... Suning!" Jiang Xiaotao whispered.

Su Ning shrugged: "You're welcome."

Jiang's father: "? ? ?"

"What?"

What do you mean by "you're welcome"?

"Uh huh huh... Nothing. "You're welcome" is definitely not for Father Jiang, but for Jiang Xiaotao.

Su Ning was embarrassed to find that he had said something inexplicable, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Uncle Jiang, how are you feeling? Are you okay?"

"Very well, since I met you in the hospital today, I may be in a much better mood, and now I feel better. You are really my lucky star." Father Jiang said.

"You're too kind." Su Ning smiled.

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"What are you two talking about? You look so happy, come over and have some tea and fruit." Mother Jiang came out from the kitchen.

She smiled and brought fruit and tea.

"Xiao Ning, let's go... Let's have some tea together." Father Jiang made a gesture of invitation.

"Okay." "

Su Ning and Father Jiang left the study area and went to the living room to drink tea.

Although it is called a study, it is actually connected to the living room.

One side is for reading and the other side is for eating.

This is how ordinary families are arranged, and there is no separate room for study.

The three of them had a great chat.

Father Jiang and Mother Jiang often sighed that if Jiang Xiaotao was still alive, if Su Ning could become their son-in-law, how great it would be...

This person is likable.

No wonder even if he broke up with Su Yi, Su Yi's parents still like him.

Father Jiang and Mother Jiang are very enthusiastic. After drinking tea, they took Su Ning to visit their home.

What made Suning sigh about Jiang Xiaotao's room was... This little girl actually kept every bit of her with him.

Photos... and some things he used, some small gifts he gave her... Many of them he had forgotten, but she actually cherished them and placed them in the room.

Mother Jiang also joked... If Jiang Xiaotao hadn't died, maybe they could have become a family.

Suning didn't expect that Jiang Xiaotao loved him so deeply...

Suning was surprised. While listening to Jiang's mother talking about Jiang Xiaotao, he sometimes called Suning's name in his dreams...

He smiled and nodded, and Jiang Xiaotao, who had been floating in the air, had a big red face at this moment...

It is said that a girl's red face is better than countless confessions.

But Jiang Xiaotao's red face is very scary...

It's scarier than before.

If someone accidentally sees her appearance, they will probably die of a heart attack immediately.

After chatting about family matters.

Suning took out the business that Jiang Xiaotao asked him to do: "Uncle and aunt, this is the money that classmate Jiang Xiaotao deposited with me before. I haven't heard from you before, so I can't pay it back. I met you today... I can finally pay it back. I'm really sorry that I owed it for so long."

"What is this for? "Dad Jiang and Mom Jiang hurriedly stopped him.

"Xiaoning, you don't have to give us money... Don't think we don't know. If she lent you money, how could you have delayed it for so long? With your character... You should have paid it back a long time ago. You just took it out to help us because you felt sorry for us two old people, and you said you owed us money, right?"

"You don't have to do this. You are still young... The money is still useful to you. Who will you marry in the future without a house and a car?"

"Yes, keep the money."

Dad Jiang and Mom Jiang said they would not accept it.

"This is really classmate Jiang Xiaotao's money. She asked me to pass it to you two old people. You can rest assured to accept it. I will feel uneasy if I don't accept it." Su Ning said.

"Don't lie to us. Xiaotao is gone. Did she become a ghost and ask you to give us money? "They looked unconvinced.

Suning:...

You two old people just said it casually, but you actually told the truth.

The three of them pushed and shoved for a long time, and finally Suning kept the money.

The two old people were grateful and liked Suning more and more: "Xiaoning, thank you for your help to us, I won't say more, we don't have anything else to give in return, how about this... You like the Lanting preface I wrote just now, if you don't mind, I will give it to you?"

Suning nodded: "If Uncle Jiang is willing to give it, I will be very grateful."

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