The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

It seems that Xiaoxue's psychological suggestion worked, because I found that Xiaoxue was still online when I woke up this morning.

The three of them returned to the An family early in the morning. Ye Shu told the three parents about the wedding date that he had discussed with Xiao Xue the night before, and the three parents readily agreed.

The three parents were actually more anxious than the two people involved, but all they could do was worry helplessly.

An Jianxing and Shen Jingwan felt sorry for their daughter. Xiaoxue's situation was what it was, and they didn't dare to urge her. They were afraid that the pressure would be too great and scare Xiaoxue into shrinking back again.

Ye Guoqiang was extremely anxious. He had been staying at the An family's place for some time now, and his in-laws were still very hospitable, providing at least four dishes and a soup for every meal, and serving all the most delicious food.

Although he knew his in-laws were wealthy and this amount of food might not be much to them, Ye Guoqiang wasn't there to eat at their expense, and he was genuinely getting restless.

Besides, there's still a lot to do at home. While I'm out, Ye Shu's grandmother is still at home. Ye Shu's aunt took leave specifically to go home and take care of the old lady.

Moreover, he was also concerned about the dozen or so potted plants under the window, worried that Aunt Ye Shu might not know how much water to give them and kill them again.

This prompted him to secretly give Ye Shu many meaningful glances before subtly reminding her, such as, "Your grandma called me yesterday and said she misses you all."

But it was just a reminder, not a urging that you have to set a date right away.

The wedding is now stuck on setting a date. All the other procedures are ready, and once this step is completed, the rest of the process can take off.

For example, right now, as soon as An Jianxing saw that the date was set, he immediately called the winery he had previously visited to set the date and discuss other matters.

Besides these wedding day matters, there's one more thing to do: prepare the invitations.

They had already discussed the invitations, and they decided on two types: one handwritten and one electronic.

For those from the southern part of the city, or those who live nearby, we give them a handwritten copy to make it seem more formal.

As for those who live far away, just send an electronic copy. After all, it's not worth sending an invitation by courier from such a distance, and whether they will even come is another matter. Besides, the courier fee is quite expensive.

An Jianxing took out another piece of paper, which was the final version of their wedding invitation list.

Ye Shu glanced around and saw that there were about two hundred people, but he didn't recognize most of them. Many of them were business associates of An Jianxing.

An Jianxing had already prepared the invitations. On the day the list was finalized, he contacted the manufacturer to make a batch of handwritten invitations.

Since Ye Shu and Xiao Xue didn't take wedding photos, they printed out their own selfies, which looked more natural than the fake smiles taken in photo studios.

The invitations were laid out on the table, but no one touched them.

Why?

My handwriting is too plain to show.

An Jianxing's handwriting is typical of a boss; the strokes are so connected that you could use the paper to ward off zombies.

His handwriting looks impressive and elegant when he signs contracts, but it falls apart when he writes on something like an invitation; it's completely illegible.

Ye Guoqiang's handwriting is even worse. Ye Shu's handwriting is a complete inheritance of his father's genes. Although it is not terrible, it is not good either.

Xiaoxue was even more nervous. She picked up a pen and tried to write a few words on the invitation. Looking at the photo of the two people smiling at the camera with their faces close together, and then thinking that this was their wedding invitation, she became nervous.

Her hands started to tremble when she got nervous, and the few words she wrote looked like caterpillars. In the end, she threw down her pen, blushed, and buried herself in Ye Shu's arms, refusing to come out.

In the end, we still had to rely on Shen Jingwan. She went back to her room and brought back a long, hard box and a bottle of fountain pen ink. When she opened the box, she found an old-looking but well-maintained fountain pen, a Hero brand one at that.

This fountain pen was a gift from An Jianxing when he was pursuing her. She's used it for decades and it still works perfectly.

The pen tip scratched across the invitation, making a soft, rustling sound; the handwriting was beautiful.

The characters, though straight and upright, exude a gentle strength. The strokes are like a spring breeze caressing a willow, and the characters are arranged as if they were separated by a grid, without any crookedness.

Ye Shu stared at the line of words flowing from Shen Jingwan's pen, momentarily lost in thought. He suddenly remembered someone who also had beautiful handwriting.

When he was in high school, his homeroom teacher, the old bastard who taught Chinese... no, Jia Yu, Teacher Jia, his chalk handwriting was truly the best Ye Shu had ever seen.

Some teachers have bad handwriting. If you don't keep an eye on them for a moment, their writing on the blackboard will become a mess, like a map. It makes me dizzy from copying their notes.

Old Wang... Old Jia is different. Although his blackboard is also full of writing, it is very neat. At a glance, the distance between the words seems to be the same.

At that time, Ye Shu felt that Lao Jia's calligraphy was impressive.

But right now, Ye Shu feels that Aunt Shen's handwriting is more pleasing to the eye than Lao Jia's.

He remembered that Lao Jia had told them before that handwriting reflects one's character, and that the way they wrote would determine the kind of person they would become, so he told them to practice their handwriting.

At that time, Ye Shu was completely indifferent to this statement. Not only did he not agree with it, but he also scoffed at this fallacy in his heart.

He thought to himself, "Isn't this nonsense? They say a person's handwriting reflects their character? Handwriting can be practiced; what kind of logic is that? If you want to praise yourself, just do it directly. Why beat around the bush?"

Now, looking at Aunt Shen's handwriting and thinking about what Old Jia said, Ye Shu actually began to understand its meaning.

Old Jia had a somewhat江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) personality, so the characters he wrote all looked strong and vigorous, especially the vertical stroke. Ye Shu remembered it very clearly; it was like a sword's edge. When Old Jia wrote it on the blackboard, it really looked like a sword, which was very satisfying to look at.

Aunt Shen has a gentle personality, and her handwriting is more pleasing to the eye than Lao Jia's.

This really shows that you can never stop learning. I never thought that he had graduated from high school so many years ago. I'm only now learning the lesson that Lao Jia taught me back then. It seems that I'll have to practice my handwriting from now on.

"What are you looking at so intently?"

After Shen Jingwan finished writing one, she saw Ye Shu staring blankly at the invitation and asked with a smile.

Ye Shu snapped out of her daze and smiled:

"No, your handwriting is really beautiful."

Shen Jingwan smiled and gently patted Ye Shu's head.

"You sweet child, help Mommy close the ink bottle so it doesn't spill."

Ye Shu responded, picked up the cap of the fountain pen, and then he saw Xiao Xue holding the discarded invitation card, carefully copying the one her mother had just finished writing.

Although his hands were still shaking a bit, and the writing was like a spring, his expression was very focused. He was biting his lower lip and writing very seriously.

Ye Shu put down the fountain pen, picked up a pen, and began practicing his handwriting on a piece of paper.

As the old saying goes, "sharpen your spear at the last minute, and even if it's not sharp, it'll still shine." If I practice for two hours now, it should be better.