Wang Hao turned his head.

"Teacher Murong, is there anything else?"

Murong Jing was holding a few books in her arms, wearing a ponytail, wearing a plain white dress and canvas shoes, and her whole person was fresh and beautiful.

Looks more like an innocent female college student.

"You're done talking to Shang Dong's father?" Murong Jing asked.

Wang Hao nodded, "We're done." ”

"He didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Xu trotted over.

"Brother, I'll go first, you can contact me if you have something, and you also saved my number just now. ”

Wang Hao waved his hand, "Drive slower on the road." ”

"Brother, goodbye, Teacher Murong. ”

Murong Jing looked at Wang Hao and Shang Xu who was far away with a confused expression, and the whole person was directly messy.

When she was in her office before, she felt that Shang Xu wanted to pick Wang Hao's skin, and it was only a long time, Shang Xu had a brother.

How affectionate and affectionate it should be.

Murong Jing looked at Wang Hao, a little unable to understand what kind of operation this was.

Wang Hao grinned and said, "Teacher Murong, just stopped me for this matter?"

"No, there are other things, are you in a hurry, can you go to the office and talk about it if there is nothing to do?"

"Okay. ”

The two went to the office together.

After arriving at the place, Murong Jing poured a glass of water for Wang Hao.

"Bell parents, call you here, here's the thing, I don't know if you saw the message I posted in the group before.

We need students and parents to write a letter to each other, you know that?"

Wang Hao nodded, "I know, what's wrong?"

Murong Jing frowned, "We want to be very serious about this matter, and we hope that every parent can do it very seriously."

But Bell doesn't seem to leave this to you, and she goes to find a diary that someone else has written for her.

You are the guardian of the bell, and it stands to reason that this kind of thing should be done by you. ”

Murong Jing spoke.

Wang Hao looked confused.

"Teacher Murong, I did this, I also wrote the diary, I wrote it twice, I have no culture, I am a rough person, I have written it twice and put all the knowledge of half a lifetime into it, you don't need to write this diary every day." ”

Murong Jing once again looked at Wang Hao with a confused face.

"Bell parents, you said you wrote it yourself?"

Wang Hao nodded.

"yes. ”

Murong Jing shook her head and smiled, "Bell parents, parents are a role model for a child, but they have to be good examples, children are still young, they will learn things quickly, if you make any bad moves, she will learn quickly, such as lying." ”

Wang Hao looked confused again.

"Why did you lie Teacher Murong, I wrote both diaries, they are very short, not many words, two, when you assigned the task, you wrote one again, or the second or third day. ”

Murong Jing said solemnly.

"It is also not advisable to cheat, because it will teach bad children. ”

Wang Hao looked confused, "Teacher Murong, I really don't understand, why did I cheat?"

Murong Jing turned his head and pulled out a diary from the pile of homework next to him.

opened the diary and pushed it in front of Wang Hao.

"Lady Bell, is this really what you wrote?"

Wang Hao saw that it was exactly what he wrote.

"That's right, I wrote it, what's wrong?"

Murong Jing shook his head, "Father Bell."

I was grading my homework at home that day.

When I was grading my homework, my dad happened to be right next to me.

My dad is the president of the Yinzhou Provincial Calligraphy Association.

He has been studying calligraphy for half his life, and he has a deep knowledge of calligraphy.

He read the diary at the time.

I was very emotional, and said that if I wanted to write this kind of words, I couldn't do it without thirty years of skill, and I had to have great talent.

The clouds and rivers are flowing into the wood, and the masterpieces are nothing more than that. ”

Wang Hao looked strange.

"I take the liberty of asking, your old man's calligraphy association is formal, right? ”

Murong Jing seemed to like it very much, so she took her mobile phone and searched it for a while before handing it to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao took it and took a look, it was really the official website of the Yinzhou Provincial Calligraphy Association.

There is a person's introduction above.

Murong Du.

Look at that look. It's really a little similar to Murong Jing, I looked at it before and after, and found that he was really the president of the authentic calligraphy association.

Murong Jing spoke again, "Father Bell, you should believe it now, right?"

Wang Hao grinned and nodded with a hippie smile.

"Yes. ”

"So, you can't find someone else to help you write a diary, the purpose of what we do is to narrow the distance between children and parents, you must know that whether children can grow up healthily is inseparable from the education of parents, and children educated by loving parents are better than children educated by parents without love.

Bell is a good child, she is very smart and sensible, but she is very withdrawn, and she has not gotten along with her classmates for so long. Her parents died, and she lacked love more than anyone else.

You are her guardian and you should take responsibility for taking care of him and loving her. ”

Wang Hao looked confused.

"I'll take care of it. ”

Murong Jing exhaled.

"Bell parents, when I asked who wrote the bell, she said you wrote it, do you know that people have a lot of small movements when they lie? The bell was full of small movements.

I knew she was lying and asked her to go back and write a copy back, but I didn't expect it to be the same handwriting. ”

Wang Hao finally understood why the bell looked aggrieved before, and the co-author was wronged by the teacher.

This made Wang Hao cry and laugh for a while.

"That's really what I wrote. ”

Murong Jing gently patted the self-study desk.

"Lady Bell, as I told you just now, my father said that this kind of handwriting requires thirty years of calligraphy skills to write, and it has to be a particularly talented person to write.

I would venture to ask, are you thirty years old?"

"It's coming. Wang Hao said with a hippie smile.

"Lady Bell, how can you convince me of what you say.

Thirty years of calligraphy, how did you do it?"

Wang Hao grinned, "Maybe I was a calligraphy master in my last life, and the skills of my previous life were brought to this life, plus the time in my mother's womb, I can make up thirty years so-so." ”

Murong Jing's expression was serious.

"Bell parents, this is a very serious matter, I hope you get formal, the education of parents has a great impact on children, I don't want Bell to become a person full of lies. ”

Wang Hao also gradually became serious.

"Then why do you believe your dad so much, he's right. ”

Murong Jing nodded heavily, "Hmm." ”

Wang Hao grinned, turned his head to look around, and finally stood up and took out a pen from the pen holder next to him.

Reaching out and taking the diary, he picked up the pen and wrote a word.

Full of text, dragon flying phoenix dance, three points into the wood, iron hook silver stroke, force through the back of the paper, strong and powerful. Laymen think it's a good word.

Gently put down the pen.

"Teacher Murong, please ask Ling Zun, how many years of skill is this character. ”