Originally, Song Jie didn't have much expectations for his writing level, but after he put pen to paper, he wrote the words "self-improvement" in one go, and when he wrote it, Song Jie himself was stunned.

In the past, although the calligraphy and painting he wrote were also similar, but he lacked that majestic temperament, and his writing was just empty but without its spirit, but at this moment what he wrote was completely different from the past, and it was obviously imposing.

Whether it is cursive or official script, neat handwriting is on the one hand, but on the other hand, it is also extremely particular about the momentum of the variety, ordinary people imitate cursive official script, although it can have a look, but there is always a lack of this momentum rendering, but at this moment Song Jie's calligraphy and painting have this momentum.

He looked at the four big words of "self-improvement" with some surprise, and at the same time couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then looked at Zhou Junjie with some excitement, and the ** man suddenly bowed to Zhou Junjie.

Zhou Junjie felt a little flattered, and hurriedly picked up Song Jie and said, "Uncle, you are polite." ”

Song Jie shook his head heavily and said, "No, no, no, your name is Zhou Junjie, right, Junjie, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid my uncle wouldn't be able to get the essentials of calligraphy and painting for the rest of his life, thank you." ”

Zhou Junjie was a little embarrassed, he smiled and said: "Uncle, it's just a gesture for me, in the future, you and Tiancheng remember to practice diligently, your calligraphy and painting already have a temperament, and you can become a famous artist in time." ”

After listening to what Zhou Junjie said, Song Jie laughed and said, "Okay, it's really good." ”

Mother Song, who was very, extremely disbelieving in Zhou Junjie on the side, looked at the calligraphy and painting in some surprise at the moment, and her eyes were full of shock.

She and her lover have been together for decades, and naturally understands that although Song Jie has a smooth career, he has never been able to grasp the essentials of his beloved calligraphy and painting, although she has also invited some masters of calligraphy and painting to guide her husband in writing, but her husband has never had that talent.

At this moment, an ordinary teenager just touched his husband's chest lightly, and his husband wrote such majestic calligraphy and paintings as if he was hanging, which made Song's mother have to look at Zhou Junjie with admiration.

She looked at the four big words "self-improvement", and then looked at Song Jie, who was laughing heartily, and finally understood that she was wrong, and she blushed.

Song Tiancheng pointed to the calligraphy and painting on the side and said to his mother: "Mom, you just said that Junjie is a liar, and now you still think that people are liars?"

was questioned by her son like this, Song's mother was also a little embarrassed, she blushed and said to Zhou Junjie: "This, Junjie, it was my aunt who blamed you just now." ”

Zhou Junjie is generous, since his aunt has admitted his mistake, he also smiled and said to Song's mother: "Auntie, in fact, it was just a misunderstanding, and it's nothing." ”

Seeing Zhou Junjie so generous, Song's mother was even more ashamed, she got up and said to Zhou Junjie: "Junjie, you will leave after eating today, and your aunt will cook for you herself." ”

Zhou Junjie seemed to be a little tired of Mother Song, so he said, "Auntie, don't use it." ”

Song Tiancheng on the side hurriedly grabbed him, and at the same time said to him with a hippie smile: "You must know that my mother's cooking skills are quite good, not to mention that she almost never takes the initiative to cook for others, you are really blessed." ”

Listening to Song Tiancheng's words, Zhou Junjie couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

Looking at the calligraphy and paintings he wrote, Song Jie was indescribably happy in his heart, he stepped forward and patted Zhou Junjie's shoulder, and said at the same time: "I said Junjie, it's really a bit amazing." ”

Zhou Junjie said modestly: "Uncle, you have won the award, but in fact, it is just a gesture." ”

Song Jie hurriedly shook his head and said to him: "Anyway, uncle really thanks you for stimulating his uncle's potential, and from now on, uncle can better go wider and farther in his hobby of calligraphy and painting." ”

Song Jie and Song Tiancheng father and son are both such real people, and they are so obsessed with calligraphy and painting, they are quite happy to be able to help themselves, thinking about it, Zhou Junjie couldn't help but smile.

Song's mother cooked a table of good dishes from the kitchen, and at noon, Zhou Junjie ate with Song Tiancheng, Song Jie and Song's mother's family, but she was not comfortable.

After drinking and eating, Zhou Junjie knew that it was time for him to go home, he smiled and said goodbye to Song Jie and Song Mu, and prepared to leave here.

At this time, Song Jie looked at Zhou Junjie, and suddenly seemed to think of something, he calmly said to Zhou Junjie: "Xiao Zhou, if you encounter anything in Jiangbei City in the future, you can contact your uncle, if your uncle can help, he will help as much as possible, you take your uncle's phone well." ”

After saying this, Song Jie handed a phone number to Zhou Junjie.

Zhou Junjie grabbed the phone deeply in his hand, although he didn't know who this Song Jie was, but just by virtue of the temperament and the aura of not being angry and arrogant, Zhou Junjie could also think that this was a very unusual big man.

Song Tiancheng personally sent Zhou Junjie downstairs, and after the two came down, he only heard Song Tiancheng say with some emotion: "Junjie, you kid is really not an ordinary person, even people like my father are interested in getting to know you, you must know how many people are vying to get to know my father, and my father is disdainful." ”

Listening to Song Tiancheng's words, Zhou Junjie's heart trembled again, and he strengthened his conjecture even more, this Song Jie is really not an idle person.

Song Tiancheng smiled and said to Zhou Junjie: "Brother, you may be able to walk sideways in Jiangbei City in the future, but let me tell you not to do evil, you must be fine with general things." ”

Listening to Song Tiancheng's words, Zhou Junjie nodded slightly. When Song Tiancheng sent Zhou Junjie downstairs, he said goodbye to him.

Leaving Song Tiancheng's house, Zhou Junjie slowly took out the phone, looking at the number on the phone, Zhou Junjie thought for a while and said: "It seems that this Song Jie is really a big man, this Song family is not an idler, I didn't think I could know this family, I think it's also a kind of fate." He laughed and kept the phone in his pocket.

After visiting Song Tiancheng, Zhou Junjie was a little bored at this moment, he remembered that he had just sent Bai Yunwen home last night, and he didn't know what happened to Bai Yunwen at the moment.

Bai Yunwen lost her job, and now she is unemployed at home, and she once promised to accompany Bai Yunwen to find a job, since this is the case, contact Bai Yunwen, and help her find a job by the way? Thinking about it like this, Zhou Junjie immediately had a direction.

He was going to find Bai Yunwen and solve the problem of employment for her by the way, which also saved him from always thinking about Bai Yunwen.