"Cold. Turn up the heat for me, Grass Mud, didn't you hear?"

Weston hid under the covers, covered with a few quilts, and kept shouting.

The housekeeper next to him explained to Weststone, "Young Master Wei, this is already the hottest. No way to get any hotter. ”

The people in the room were sweating hot. But Weststone still felt cold.

There was no way, he was at the police station, and he was also drenched in ice water. Later, if he hadn't trembled and told his identity, it was likely that he would have died in the police station tonight.

After returning to the hotel room he booked, Weststone still felt chills all over his body.

He thought that he could take revenge on Chen Yang tonight, but he didn't expect that he was the one who suffered in the end.

Weststone thought how could he not be depressed.

"Wei Shao, your body is very hot, do you want to take you to the doctor?" the housekeeper asked again at this moment.

"Go to the doctor, bastard, won't you ask the doctor to come to your door?" scolded Weststone excitedly.

"Yes. Yes. ”

The butler hurriedly answered.

"Wait a minute. Weststone shouted again.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" the butler asked after a pause.

"Help me connect with killers abroad. No matter how much money it is, I'm going to kill the one surnamed Chen. Weststone gritted his teeth and said coldly.

"Ahh Young master, do you want to tell the master about this?" asked the butler with a hint of surprise.

"Get out. It's up to me here. ”

"Okay. I see!"

The butler listened, and he withdrew from the room.

A new day.

It's a little closer to the Spring Festival.

Chen Yang went to take Du Zihan back to Su's house today, ready to celebrate the New Year with everyone.

Originally, Chen Yang was still afraid that Ma Qingling and Su Ningjing would look down on Du Zihan and bully her. But what Chen Yang didn't expect was that as soon as the three girls met, it was as if they were old at first sight.

In an instant, in the big courtyard of the Su family, he played Du Zihan's favorite game and had a snowball fight.

Chen Yang didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. He walked to the hall of the Su family's main house.

When walking to the hall.

Chen Yang found that Old Man Su and the others were around a table with something written on it. There were also a few little old men watching nearby.

In addition, Su Yanran's father, Su Zhiwen, was also watching from the side.

"Hello, uncle. ”

Chen Yang approached, he looked at Su Zhiwen and said hello and smiled.

Su Zhiwen injured his hand because of what happened before. He still has a cast on his arm.

After the Su family was fine, Su Zhiwen was in a hurry to take care of his business. So the two have not had much chance to meet.

Today is also the first time Chen Yang has seen his father-in-law.

"Good. ”

Su Zhiwen looked at Chen Yang, and he responded lightly. It seems that he doesn't have much enthusiasm for Chen Yang.

With Su Zhiwen's attitude, Chen Yang also has an understanding mentality.

He had already heard Su Yanran's two sisters say that Su Zhiwen has always regarded himself as a cultural person, and he has always hoped that his son-in-law will be a highly educated and highly educated person.

And Chen Yang, a person who doesn't even have a high school diploma, can't get into his eyes.

But he can't help it, who said that Old Man Su and Su Yanran both like Chen Yang.

Of course, Chen Yang also felt that it didn't matter. He felt that after getting along, his father-in-law's impression of him would definitely change.

"Uncle, your hands are okay, do you want me to take a look at them for you?" Chen Yang smiled with enthusiasm at this moment.

"No need. It should be fine in another month. Su Zhiwen showed a little coldness and rejected Chen Yang's kindness.

"Yes. If you need to, let me show you it. Probably a little better sooner. Chen Yang touched his nose and smiled.

Su Zhiwen didn't speak at this moment, but turned his head to look at the old man Su in front of him writing.

Chen Yang looked at it at this moment, and Old Man Su was writing Spring Festival couplets on red paper.

Although the Spring Festival couplets outside are now available, you can buy them casually. But with the habit of old people like Mr. Su, they still like the Spring Festival couplets they write. They all thought it was a bit more atmospheric.

"Done. ”

At this moment, Old Man Su lifted his pen, showing a little bit of smugness and a few little old men next to him said with a smile, "Lao Zhang, Lao Chen, Lao Yang, how do I write this word?

After Mr. Su finished speaking, the three old men next to him took the Spring Festival couplets handwritten by Mr. Su and looked at them.

The three of them shook their heads after a few glances.

"Lao Su, you want to imitate Wang Xizhi. ”

At this moment, the old man asked Lao Zhang.

"Yes. Do you see it?" said Old Man Su with a smug smile.

"It's kind of like that. But it doesn't look like a god. Lao Chen commented on it, "And there are many places where the imitation is too deliberate." This falls into cheesiness. ”

"yes. Lao Su, you haven't written this word well. It's better to write the Spring Festival couplets written by Zhiwen. The words are also well written. Lao Yang nodded and said.

When Old Man Su, who was originally proud, heard this, he was depressed, "Have you seen it clearly?" ”

He writes hard, and wants to show off his recent practice. I didn't expect to get such a review.

"Lao Su, don't you believe my words?" said Lao Chen asked rhetorically.

"Lao Su, you can admit it. Lao Chen is the chairman of the Suzhou-Hangzhou Calligraphy Society. Lao Zhang said.

"And you're sure it's not as good as the Zhiwen. Lao Yang said, "Zhiwen is the first person in our Suzhou and Hangzhou calligraphy. Originally, I came here this year, and I wanted him to write a Spring Festival couplet. However, seeing that he is injured, it is estimated that there is no hope. ”

When Su Zhiwen heard this, he said with a little apology, "Seniors, I'm really embarrassed. I can't help you write Spring Festival couplets this year. ”

"It's fine. It was just an accident. Lao Chen put down Old Man Su's Spring Festival couplets.

He said lightly, "I can't find anyone to write this year." It seems that I can only go and buy it. ”

"Lao Chen, don't you write? Your handwriting is also good. Lao Zhang asked.

"Words are OK. But people are old, and their minds are not very bright. There's no such style as Zhiwen. Lao Chen said helplessly.

"Isn't that what I wrote?" Old Man Su said without giving up, "Anyway, laymen can't understand it." ”

As he said this, the three old men shook their heads.

"No, I can't. If you really show it, it would be a shame. ”

"yes. We, as members of the Calligraphy Association, are not laughed at for hanging such cheesy characters. ”

"It's better to buy it back. At least explain it to someone. ”

When Old Man Su heard the words of these three people, his face turned a little red. His old face was a little unbearable at this moment.

"A few seniors, Grandpa Su, why don't you let me try to write it?"

Chen Yang, who was standing aside at this moment, suddenly said in a loud voice.

"You?"

As Chen Yang spoke, the people next to him looked at him.

As soon as they saw Chen Yang's age. Then they shook their heads.

"Young man, forget it. ”

"Yes. Don't waste paper and ink. ”

"yes. If you come to write, you'll have to practice for years. ”

Obviously, all three of them looked down on Chen Yang a little.

(End of chapter)