"He's nothing like my husband. Last year, someone asked my husband to write a couplet, and he was elated. He said that someone finally appreciated his handwriting. During the New Year, he was the first one to visit that friend, but the couplet on the door was written by Sergeant Lu. My husband had to thicken his skin and asked what had happened to the one he wrote. And the friend said that it was so ugly that he dared not put it up onto the wall."
After Mrs Lin finished speaking, everyone covered their mouths and laughed. Jiang Yao's heart was filled with joy when she heard it. She knew that Lu Xingzhi's handwriting was beautiful. He had practiced calligraphy since he was young; if he had the time, he still liked to write in the study.