In the face of his father's questioning, Song Tiancheng did not hide anything, but told his father everything he knew.

When he heard about Zhou Junjie's magic, Song Jie was taken aback and couldn't help asking, "Is this child still in our house now?"

Song Tiancheng nodded, and said with some pride: "Dad, it's still in our house." ”

"Okay, don't say anything, take my dad and I'll go. Song Jie looked a little happy and said to his son.

Song Tiancheng smiled slightly, and then walked to his room with his father, while Song's mother on the side seemed a little suspicious, but she also honestly followed her husband and son to that room.

At this moment, Zhou Junjie was sitting on a chair drinking tea, and Song Jie and Song's mother both entered the room, looking at the two middle-aged men and women, just by looking at it, Zhou Junjie understood that this must be Song Tiancheng's parents.

I saw that Song Tiancheng was a little excited to introduce his friend to his parents, he pointed to Zhou Junjie and said, "This person's name is Zhou Junjie, and he is my friend." ”

Song Jie glanced at Zhou Junjie with interest, and then said: "This friend is the master who inspired my son's writing potential in an instant." ”

Hearing Song Jie say this, Zhou Junjie was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head and said: "Uncle This, you have won some awards, in fact, I am an ordinary person." ”

Song Jie looked a little happy, and saw that he said a little excitedly: "Although I am a little skeptical of what my son said, I still decided to believe you, in fact, I am also interested in calligraphy and painting like my son, but I have no talent, I don't know if Xiaoyou can let me also stimulate this potential." ”

Looking at this middle-aged man looking at himself expectantly, Zhou Junjie couldn't help but smile dumbly, from the first time he saw this middle-aged man, he saw that this person was square and round, and his face was strong and strong, and he looked like a big leader.

A big leader is generally more calm, but at this moment, he is looking at himself with anticipation like a child, and it can be seen that he is indeed a calligraphy and painting idiot.

The father and son were so fascinated by calligraphy and painting, which really made Zhou Junjie feel a little interesting, he smiled slightly and said: "Uncle, don't worry, I can also help you stimulate your writing potential." ”

Song Jie bowed his head slightly when he heard this, and seemed a little happy, and when he was about to sit down and let Zhou Junjie start, a discordant voice sounded on the side.

"I don't rely on the cold window to study hard, but simply rely on the so-called stimulation of potential, I think this is the behavior of a liar. Mother Song on the side was still very silent, but at this moment, she suddenly sneered and said this.

Zhou Junjie was not angry when he heard it, he knew that any normal person would not easily believe in his ability, he smiled and said to Song Mu: "Auntie, you don't believe me." ”

Mother Song was still full of distrust, she nodded at Zhou Junjie and said, "To be honest, I really don't believe what you said. ”

Zhou Junjie also understood, after all, such a shocking thing was incomprehensible to a normal person, and he was not angry, but said lightly to Song Jie: "Since Auntie doesn't believe it, then uncle, I still don't want to continue." ”

Song Jie looked a little hesitant, and Song Tiancheng on the side hurriedly said: "Mom, how can you see Junjie as a charlatan, I use my personality to vouch for Junjie is not a charlatan." ”

After listening to what her son said, Mother Song couldn't help but shake her head lovingly and said: "My stupid son, your social experience is still too little, how many charlatans are there in this society now, and the means are all kinds of strange and varied, it is normal for you to be deceived." After speaking, Song Mu looked at Zhou Junjie with some vigilance.

Seeing this, Zhou Junjie knew that he was not treated well by Song's mother, but he was not angry, but said to Song Jie and Song's mother without humility or arrogance: "Since my uncle and aunt don't believe me, then bother, the juniors will leave now." After speaking, Zhou Junjie got up and walked outside.

Song Tiancheng naturally knew that Zhou Junjie was not a charlatan, he hurriedly stopped Zhou Junjie, and then said to his parents: "Mom and Dad, the reason why I can make leaps and bounds in writing is because of Junjie's credit, and now you are actually going to drive my benefactor away, I feel really unreasonable." ”

Listening to her son's words, Song Jie seemed a little hesitant, Song's mother may also feel that she was serious, she was a little embarrassed on her face, but her eyes told Zhou Junjie that she still didn't believe in herself.

Song Tiancheng understood that he couldn't make his mother completely believe it for a while, so he said to Zhou Junjie: "Junjie, my father is as fond of calligraphy as I am, take out your real skills and let them see it." ”

Zhou Junjie nodded slightly, then came to Song Jie and said to Song Jie: "Uncle, if you believe me, I will stimulate your writing potential now, what do you think?"

Song Jie didn't have the slightest doubt, he nodded heavily and said, "Okay, you can come." ”

Although Song's mother no longer objected, she was still worried about what her husband would be hurt, so she stood beside Zhou Junjie throughout the whole process and carefully looked at what the other party did.

Zhou Junjie ignored Song's mother, but directly put his hand on Song Jie's chest, and then said, "Uncle, then I'll start now." ”

Although Song Jie also felt a little weird and awkward, he still accepted it indifferently, he had seen a lot of winds and waves, and naturally understood that extraordinary people must have extraordinary, although he was still a little skeptical about stimulating potential, but he still firmly believed in Zhou Junjie.

Zhou Junjie closed his eyes, and then urged the Yellow Emperor's qi in his body, allowing the Yellow Emperor's qi to circulate back and forth on Song Jie Zhou's body, and finally this breath condensed into Song Jie's brain.

Song Jie felt that there was an extra breath in his body for no reason, and this breath circled around his body and then returned to calm, and finally condensed into his brain.

After doing all this, Zhou Junjie opened his eyes with a smile, and then said to Song Jie: "Uncle, the potential in your body has been stimulated, if you are interested now, you might as well write." ”

When Song Jie opened his eyes when he heard this, he got up and came back to the desk with some disbelief, and then picked up the brush.

Song Jie's original writing level is very average, although he loves writing and likes calligraphy and painting, but he and his son have always been unclear, at this moment listening to Zhou Junjie's words, he picked up the brush, thought about it again and again, and finally put down the pen.