Originally, Zeng Lexin only thought that Feng Han's words were unintentional, but now she extremely suspected that this kid had already known her little secret, strange, how did he know?

However, since Feng Han didn't make it clear, Zeng Lexin pretended that he didn't know, and everyone understood each other tacitly.

She walked up to Feng Han suspiciously, looked at her father's proud work, and shook her head, "This should be my father's best work in recent years, I can't write it." "Although she imitates the ground, she is not Zeng Guangxian after all.

"That's not good, you promise me, I don't care if I don't care, people want you to write~" Feng Han said coquettishly, if you don't be coquettish, you will be old!

Zeng Lexin looked up at Feng Han, who was a few feet away from her, one meter and eight big, so bad and coquettish, I wanted to vomit~

After thinking about it, Zeng Lexin took this painting down and rolled it up.

Feng Han hurriedly stopped and said in a low voice, "What are you doing, you can't write it and you can't steal it~"

"Can the affair between father and daughter be called stealing!" said the woman, "I'll take it back and figure it out, and I'll write it to you when I understand the true meaning." ”

As soon as the two opened the door, they saw Zeng Lao bowing his head and ears, he finally couldn't help but be curious, he wanted to hear what the two of them were doing in the study, he leaned on the door, and as soon as the door opened, the three of them almost collided.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Zeng Lexin couldn't help but blush.

"Hmph, there are so many rare and unique books in my study, you are closing the door and pulling the curtains, I don't worry, what are you holding in your hand?"

Since he was bumped into, Zeng Lexin didn't hide it, "Dad, I saw that your handwriting is really beautiful, so I want to take it back to appreciate it, and I will send it back to you." ”

"Send it back, you won't drop the bag for me, will you?" Zeng Guangxian looked at his daughter suspiciously.

"Dad, where do you want to go, I just want to study, I have an appointment with Feng Han, and I want to write a copy for Feng Han, which is considered a commendation for him. Zeng Lexin told the truth.

"I need you to send it, this article was written by him, I like it very much, I should write a picture and give it to him, Xiaofeng, come in, give me ink. ”

Feng Han knows the value of Zeng Lao's character, although the 15 million "Lanting Collection Preface Copy" is an accident, but how can a fine product usually cost millions, and at the beginning, a "Xi" word, he has already inherited a lot of affection.

"Zeng Lao, I really can't ask for this, it's too precious!"

"Whether it's expensive or not, that's a matter of the trading market, can you still sell my words if you take them?" asked Zeng Lao with a grin.

"Naturally, your calligraphy can be passed on to future generations!"

"That's not it, it's not for sale, it's just a good-looking word, what's not valuable, and you also taught me Tai Chi, I feel like I practiced for a while before dinner, and I ate well at lunch, so I'll give it to you, forget it, let my daughter study ink, she's more professional." ”

Zeng Le reluctantly cocked the orchid and pointed it to the old man to study ink, with a graceful posture, as if he had walked into a Chinese painting, but his tone was a little resentful, "Dad, you can't favor one over the other, you give him a painting, then you also give me a painting." ”

For his daughter, Zeng Lao has always been easy to say, "What do you want to paint?"

"You listen to this poem, give free ree," Zeng Le chanted while grinding, "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil." ”

Zeng Guangxian, who had laid out the paper, paused, "Two more sentences, right?"

"Who knows that Chinese food is hard work. "Zeng was happy to pick it up.

"Could it be Feng Boy's new work again?" Zeng Guangxian looked at Feng Han.

"It's ugly. ”

"Dad, you should really read more news newspapers or something, you don't know yet, this is the title I gave Feng Han, let him write poems on the spot, and then wrote this poem "Compassion for Nong", he is indeed a little clever. ”

"This poem is not a little clever, it's a great wisdom!" Zeng Guangxian smacked the more he felt that this simple poem had a taste, "Okay, I'll draw it for you later." ”

He first completed his commitment to Feng Han and wrote a "Burrow Ming", although it is still the same person and the same article, but the peak state of people is sometimes just a moment, so Zeng Guangxian feels that this article is not as good as the previous one, and he is a little sorry for Feng Han.

However, Feng Han, a layman, how can he understand this, in his eyes, this one is as good as that one, and it is worth millions!

Zeng Guangxian felt a little indebted in his heart, but he was reluctant to send the previous one, so he searched the study again and found a set of newcomer brush and word four-piece set - pen, ink, paper, inkstone, plus a copy of Zeng Guangxian's calligraphy, the latest publication, the market price is 66.6.

The calligraphy is the cheapest, but the ink, paper, and inkstone add up to at least tens of thousands, although they are all lo goods that Zeng Guangxian himself doesn't need, but shelving the cold here, it's a bit too tall.

Zeng Guangxian instructed Feng Han, "Your words are not worthy of your poetic talent, in the future, practice more." He's just seen the original manuscript of the pony crossing the river.

"Don't worry, I will live up to your old equipment!"

Feng Han was bothered at Zeng's house for a long time, Zeng Lexin left, Feng Han didn't go home yet, Zeng Lao was polite at night, he really had dinner at someone's house again, and was ready to sleep for another night, Zeng Baolu was very welcome, Feng Han had already told him more than half of the plot of the Hulu brothers, and he refused to let him go.

Seeing that his son likes Feng Han's story so much, Zeng Lekan called it a sour, and he has never been so enthusiastic about his works.

Feng Han didn't go home, Mei Fengchao finally became anxious, she called Zeng Lao, "They came to ask again at night, that little girl in Luyouxi was about to cry, don't you give me back!"

Feng Han expressed his attitude, "Hmph, crocodile tears are just words, let her reflect on it again, Mom, don't feel sorry for him, don't worry about me, I have a very good time here Zeng Lao, delicious food, good drink and good hospitality!"

And Mr. Lekan's cooking skills are quite good, no wonder the grandfathers and sons are round, I really like the food of the Zeng family!

Hung up the phone, Feng Han and his family began to watch the news while eating, and her daughter let herself watch more news, Zeng Lao felt reasonable, after all, watching the news is the most convenient way to see her daughter.

She may only come back once a month when she's busy, but she can see the city-level news every day, and the state-level news occasionally.

It just so happened that Zeng Lao looked at the evening news broadcast in Yangzhou, and the first thing to do was the discovery of dinosaur fossils in Hugong Mountain, and the order after editing was that he first interviewed the beautiful city lord, followed by Chang Qiao, who was excavating, and finally Feng Han, the "first discoverer"!

Seeing this, Feng Han was dumbfounded, "Why, why didn't you give me a mosaic!"

Just when he was puzzled, he said the request for coding in the video, and in an instant, his face was mosaic, and the reporter asked him why, and he replied honestly, "I'm low-key~"

The Lu family, the two parents and the two daughters watched the low-key mosaic on the TV, all frozen in the moment of picking up the vegetables, the shameless guy just now, was Feng Han, right?