The growth system comes at the age of 30

Chapter 66 Damn it! Let him pretend again!
Liang Cheng leaned on the sofa, holding his daughter's hand and watching early education animations with her, while scrolling through his circle of friends to see which leader, colleague or friend posted an update so that he could give them a like.

The so-called flowery sedan chair carried by everyone is nothing more than this.

As for himself, he had long stopped updating.

There are some things I don’t want to say, and some things I want to say but can’t, so I just don’t say them.

"and many more!"

Liang Cheng looked at the newly refreshed interface, stunned for a moment, and took a closer look: "Am I seeing right? Chen Jingle? Posting to Moments?"

He suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Weird!

This is much more bizarre than a iron tree blooming.

You have to know that the number of updates this guy has posted on his Moments in recent years is less than two.

It suddenly appeared today, what happened?
Did you drink fake wine?

The text read "random doodle", so I clicked on the picture and saw -

"Oh my god! Calligraphy?!"

Liang Cheng was surprised.

Well, it seems that their generation is just separated from those of the 70s, 80s, 00s and 10s. From childhood to adulthood, there are very few people around them who have learned calligraphy.

It was later that he signed up for a class to learn hard pen calligraphy in order to get a job.

It's just to make the paper look good, it's not calligraphy at all.

Nowadays, apart from some parents who will enroll their children in classes to cultivate their interest and hobby, and strive to have good handwriting and improve their status, basically no one cares about calligraphy.

Or is it that the humanistic and artistic atmosphere in the Lingnan region is not as strong as that in the Jiangnan region and the northern region?
Not common anyway.

For most people, it would be better to buy two more pounds of ribs than to spend money to learn that.

Therefore, Liang Cheng was really surprised when he saw Chen Jingle showing off his calligraphy skills.

"Brother, you've got me another big one."

First it was gardening and flowers, then cooking, and now calligraphy and art. Do you have any special talents that I don’t know?
If this continues, it won’t be surprising to fly to the space station as an astronaut one day.

Don't be too outrageous!

However, after carefully looking at the calligraphy photos posted by Chen Jingle several times, Liang Cheng felt: Hey, there seems to be something.

Even if he doesn't understand calligraphy, he knows what looks good and what doesn't.

Calligraphy is so magical. Even if you don’t understand the content, it doesn’t matter. The beauty of Chinese characters leaps off the paper.

Chen Jingle's calligraphy has no deliberate showmanship and no so-called innovation. It is very consistent with his stereotype of calligraphy, as if calligraphy should be written like this. One can tell at a glance that the calligrapher himself has a high level of skill, and what he writes can be understood by the general public, making people feel beautiful from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's so well written!"

Liang Cheng read it carefully, and was sincerely impressed and then envious.

If it were in the student days, especially in college, this handwriting would be an excellent tool for showing off.

At that time, there was a boy in the class next to their college who won the second prize in the provincial college calligraphy exhibition. For four whole years, he never lacked a girlfriend.

On the other hand, some people have never even held a girl's hand until graduation.

"Damn it, he got away with it again!"

Liang Cheng smacked his lips.

as predicted,

After a quick refresh, Chen Jingle's post instantly received a lot more likes and comments, all from his former high school classmates.

All of them expressed shock.

Class monitor: "Long time no see, Chen Jingle. Did you write this? It's really well written!"

Student committee member: "I don't know calligraphy, but it looks very good. How did you start studying it?"

Class beauty: "Hey, uncle, you can do this? Please write one for me when you have time."

……

"show you!"

Liang Cheng handed the phone to Zhong Jing who had just come out of the shower.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhong Jing was puzzled.

"Written by Chen Jingle."

Character?
Zhong Jing was even more confused. She took the phone and looked at the picture. Brush? Calligraphy?
She didn't understand this and could only look at the surface: "It's quite nice. He can also do this?"

What a versatile person.

Liang Cheng shook his head slightly: "I just found out about this too. I've never heard him say this before. At least it's much better than the old style written by our leader."

"Oh." Zhong Jing blinked, as if she thought of something.

Liang Cheng took his phone back and sent a message to Chen Jingle: "When did you learn calligraphy? Why don't I remember your handwriting being so beautiful before?"

The two chatted for a while in the afternoon and exchanged holiday greetings. The topics they usually talked about were current affairs, and they didn't talk much unless there was big news.

Chen Jingle quickly replied: "You said before... before when was it?"

"Uh, high school?"

"Brother, it's been 10 years since high school!"

Liang Cheng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Okay. I'm just curious, how did you practice your calligraphy?"

"I just wrote it casually according to the ancient calligraphy." Chen Jingle replied.

"Really?"

"What else? Lie to you so you can have candy?"

"envious!"

"What are you envious of?"

"I envy your beautiful handwriting, and I also envy you for having the time and leisure to practice calligraphy."

Chen Jingle smiled and said, "There's always time to practice if you want."

Liang Cheng retorted: "It's easy to say, you don't have to go to work every day, so you have to go out early and come back late every day, tired like a dead dog, let's see if you still have the mood to practice. I think you don't even want to eat!"

Well, that’s true.

Compared with physical fatigue, modern workers are more mentally exhausted and just want to sleep when they get home.

If you lack spirit, you will lack the spirit of writing and will not be able to write well.

Liang Cheng added: "Please help me write one later so I can hang it in my new house as a decoration."

"Okay, remember to remind me then."

Chen Jingle didn't refuse. He wasn't some famous writer who was proud of his status and valued every word. Just don't ask him to write a huge work.

Although he had expected this, the response these two words caused after they were sent out was much greater than he had imagined.

It’s better for people like Liang Cheng who I have always been in contact with. Many old classmates who haven’t seen him for a long time like and comment on his posts, or directly chat with him and ask what job he is doing now.

Both men and women.

He didn't remember being a popular guy.

Of course, I had to borrow money from him.

Oh~~
Don't be too outrageous!

In this way, there is no longer the original feeling of wanting to share joy with others.

Only a little disappointment remains.

……

the other side.

Li Beixing, who put down his chopsticks, also saw Chen Jingle's updates.

Very surprised: "You actually posted a new circle of friends?"

She clearly remembered the only update in the other person's circle of friends, as well as the two somewhat sarcastic pictures of pandas.

So, what's going on?
Out of curiosity, she clicked on Chen Jingle's animated picture.

"Hmm? Calligraphy?"

Judging from the signature, it was undoubtedly written by Chen Jingle himself.

But the level of this calligraphy was a little beyond Li Beixing's imagination.

She has studied calligraphy.

Although she had average talent and was only learning as a hobby, due to her family conditions and money, the teacher her parents found for her was of great background.

Over time, through the influence of what I have seen and heard, although my skills have not improved much, my aesthetic taste and vision are still on point.

(End of this chapter)