Chapter 120: Jian Zhiqing’s Gift
The handwriting is clear, the brush strokes powerful and full of character; truly fine calligraphy. If one were to continue practicing, they would undoubtedly achieve great future success in this field. Moreover, one feels as if they can see the person behind the handwriting: a person with a broad mind, unrestrained with a hint of wildness, yet inherently meticulous.
She finished admiring the handwriting and then began to read what was actually written.
"Little girl, thank you for the shoes you made for the kid. He likes them a lot. These two military coats are from the army; I never wore them. I’ve exchanged them for smaller sizes to give to you. If there is a chance in the future, I’d like to have another bowl of your family’s sour noodles."
Beijing is so big, yet not a single place makes them better than your family does.
Just a few brief words, only a handful of lines.
Qin Xiangnuan already knew who had sent these.
It was Jian Zhiqing.
She hugged the General’s coat close to her chest, as if she could still smell the faint scent of that young man. In that era of white garments fluttering about, you in your General’s coat and I in my patched rags.
Suddenly, she burst into laughter.
"What’s wrong, child?" Granny Lu touched Qin Xiangnuan’s forehead. "You’re not bewitched, are you?"
"Granny, I’m fine, just thought of something funny," Qin Xiangnuan awkwardly buried her face in the General’s coat, then shoved the coat into Granny Lu’s arms. "Granny, this is from a friend of mine in the army. He can’t wear so many military coats, take one each for you and big brother."