"Son, how can you put ink on your face?" Fu Shiting was not angry when he saw that the couplet was destroyed.

But looking at Zi Qiu's little black hands, his clothes full of black ink stains, and his mottled little black face, his brows suddenly wrinkled.

"I haven't looked at you for a few minutes, why did you get the ink?" Qin Anan walked up to Ziqiu and undressed him, "How did you get the ink? I didn't see you crawling on the table. what!"

Ziqiu understood what his mother said, and pointed his little hand to the side.

On a chair next to it, there is a bottle of ink.

"I took it out when I was looking for ink and forgot to put it in." Fu Shiting explained, "I don't blame my son."

"You are protecting the short. I don't know how he unscrewed the ink bottle cap." Qin Anan took off his son's clothes and immediately took him to take a bath.

Fu Shiting looked at the mess his son created and shook his head.

I don't know if Xiaohan was so naughty when he was a child, Ziqiu was visibly coaxed.

The next day, Qin An'an and Fu Shiting came to Wei Zhen's house with their three children as guests.

Qin Anan took out the couplet written by Fu Shiting and showed it to Wei Zhen.

"Fu Shiting wrote it, isn't it nice?"

Wei Zhen nodded: "Not bad, it's quite like that."

When Qin Anan got this evaluation, she was a little puzzled: "Is it just 'not bad'? I think it's very good!"

Wei Zhen looked at her puzzled expression, pointed to a calligraphy and painting on the wall, and asked, "What do you think of this calligraphy and painting on the wall?"

Qin Anan glanced at the wall, and immediately exclaimed: "Walking clouds and flowing water, dragon flying and phoenix dancing, it belongs to the kind of master level that I can't understand, but it is very powerful at first glance."

Wei Zhen: "My dad wrote this."

"Wow! Uncle is so powerful!" Qin Anan's cheeks were flushed, and she suddenly wanted to take back the couplet she sent out.

She had known Wei Zhen for so long, and she had never heard him say that his father had such high attainments in calligraphy.

"What are you talking about?" Father Wei came over and asked with a smile.

"Uncle, Wei Zhen said that the calligraphy and painting on the wall is your work. You are amazing!"

"Wei Zhen is better than me." Father Wei smiled. "He is not only good at calligraphy, but also very good at drawing. Originally he wanted to study art, but I forced him to study medicine."

Qin An'an: "..."

Fu Shiting stood not far away, listening to all this, so embarrassed that his toes were on the ground.

At the same time, I want to take back the couplet written by Wei Zhen's arms.

Amateur players squeaked in front of professional players, and were taught a vivid lesson by professional players.

Today's dumplings, I'm afraid it won't taste good.

"Brother Wei, you really hide it! I knew you were so good at calligraphy, so I asked you to write the couplet and give it to us." Qin Anan said, reaching out and taking back the couplet you sent.

"There's no reason to take back the gift that was sent." Wei Zhen took it back from the Confederation. "He wrote it well. If you have time in the future, you will practice more and you will improve."

Father Wei immediately understood what had happened.

"Shi Ting, are you interested in calligraphy? Come on, let's discuss it." Father Wei took Fu Shiting to the study.

Rila immediately followed the past to see the hot coax.

Ziqiu also followed.

Yinyin came over, took the couplet from Wei Zhen's arms, and opened it.

"My brother's writing is so beautiful." Yin Yin praised sincerely, "I want to hang my brother's writing on the wall."

Qin Anan couldn't help laughing: "Don't, your brother wants a face."

"Then I'll take it and hang it in my room." Yinyin hugged the couplet written by Fu Shiting, like a treasure.

"Yin Yin, this is hanging at the door."

"Then I'll take it home and hang it at our door."

"This is for Wei Zhen." Qin Anan held back a smile, "I will ask your brother to write a few more copies for you tomorrow." JrNovels.com