Although Zhang Twelve was extremely reluctant, he still took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and spread them on the table, while Master Zhang looked proud, walking beside him, as if he was brewing writing emotions.

This old man is not authentic, Zhang Twelve has already decided, and after he finishes writing, he will slap him in the face!

Well, it's such a happy decision!

When I looked at Master Zhang again, there was more schadenfreude in my eyes: Write, write, write, the more pleasant you write, the louder your face will be!

Master Zhang swayed enough, and glanced at Zhang Twelve: "Is Mo Yan ready?" ”

Zhang Twelve didn't want to deal with him much, but in order to slap him in the face as soon as possible, he said impatiently: "It's been a long time since you studied it, you just have to write?" ”

Master Zhang, the old god was standing still in front of the desk, shaking his head again.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Twelve couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, to compose a poem, you have to brew emotions first!"

Master Zhang's face was as it should be.

"But weren't you ready? What else is brewing? Just write it! ”

“…………”

I am most afraid that the air will be quiet in an instant, and this is the case at this moment, and the atmosphere is extremely embarrassing.

Master Zhang glared at Zhang Twelve dissatisfiedly, thinking that this guy lacks heart, so he can't chat? It's easy to talk like this without friends!

"Put pen to paper!"

Master Zhang stretched out his hand to the side and said slowly.

Although I don't know what this word is, this posture is full of momentum, and it is quite popular with everyone.

But Zhang Twelve will not get used to his problems, he loves to write or not, he doesn't write and pulls down, and he still wants Lao Tzu to serve, no way!

Master Zhang stretched out his hand and waited for a long time, but he didn't see Zhang Twelve sending the pen up, and he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: Today's young people, it's really not as good as the generation, and they don't even have a sense of service, it's terrible and terrible......

Thinking so, Master Zhang could only pick up the pen by himself, dip it in some ink, and the pen hung on the rice paper, ready to start writing.

…………

"Chapter 12, are you up?"

When Master Zhang was about to start writing, Zhang Jinyu's beautiful voice came in at the door, and he could only put down the pen and look at Zhang Twelve.

Zhang Twelve didn't know what Zhang Jinyu was doing early in the morning, but he still responded: "Sister, Twelve has already gotten up." ”

"And I came in?"

Hearing Zhang Jinyu's question, Zhang Twelve hurriedly walked to the door, opened the door, and said with a smile: "Sister just come in!" ”

Zhang Jinyu also had a faint smile on her face, and walked in.

Seeing his daughter enter the house, Master Zhang's mood was surging again!

Since his daughter became an adult and became famous, he hasn't taught his daughter for a long time, will her daughter have forgotten her father's level?

Hehe, taking advantage of this opportunity, I just happened to show her another hand, which let her know that no matter how famous she is now, compared to her father, it is still far behind!

Thinking so, Master Zhang hurriedly greeted: "Jinyu is here?" ”

Zhang Jinyu looked at the desk by the window, and when she saw Master Zhang, her face bloomed with a suitable "surprise": "Dad, why are you here?" ”

This acting is seamless and natural, even a senior actor like Zhang Twelve did not find any flaws, it seems that Zhang Jinyu and Zhang Twelve are really a good match, two people with the same acting skills......

Master Zhang smiled and said, "I heard that this kid is going to compose a poem at the banquet tomorrow, so my father thought about coming to see ......."

Master Zhang didn't say that he was here to send poems to Zhang Twelve, so it would be too bad!

"What is Jinyu doing so early?"

As she spoke, she looked at Zhang Jinyu, and saw that she was holding a rolled up piece of rice paper in her hand, and she didn't know what it was, and her eyes were slightly red, as if she hadn't slept all night.

Zhang Jinyu smiled and said to Zhang Twelve: "Yesterday Twelve wrote me a poem in the back garden, Jinyu liked it very much, but unfortunately it was not paid. It just so happens that Twelve has a name now, and Jinyu wants to use this poem to find Twelve to write a sign! ”

It turned out that this was the case, Master Zhang nodded after listening, but at the same time he became interested in the words in Zhang Jinyu's hand: My daughter said that she admired this character, so how is this character written?

But he doesn't care how he writes, because practicing calligraphy requires years of training, and he has practiced calligraphy for decades, and that skill is not comparable to ordinary people!

And he especially hopes that Zhang Jinyu will show Zhang Twelve's words, because in that way, after he writes it, he can compare the two pairs of words, which is better and which is worse, and make a judgment! After the province himself finished writing, he didn't admit it again!

Thinking of this, Master Zhang also nodded happily: "Jinyu, then you hurry up and spread the paper here!" And the pen and ink are ready, just let him write! ”

As he spoke, he took a step back, handed the pen to Zhang Shiyi, and snuggled at him: "Come and write!" ”

At this time, Zhang Jinyu walked to the desk, took away the blank rice paper spread on it, and then carefully spread the rice paper in her hand on it.

Such a series of small actions can show how much Zhang Jinyu attaches importance to this pair of words.

And after Zhang Jinyu spread out the paper, Master Zhang couldn't wait to come forward, planning to see what words Zhang Twelve could write!

When his gaze fell on the handwriting that was strong and powerful, and the dragon was flying and phoenix dancing, his eyes widened directly!

The first reaction was: good word!

The second reaction was: this is impossible!

The third reaction was to turn his head to look at Zhang Twelve's smiling and unusually young cheeks, and then turn his head to stare at the handwriting on the table that he thought he would never be able to write without decades of skill, and shook his head vigorously.

He absolutely did not believe that this word was written by Zhang Twelve!

In fact, not only him, even Zhang Jinyu, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would not have believed that this word was from the hand of the young Zhang Twelve, which was too incredible!

So he looked at Zhang Jinyu and wondered, "Jinyu, did you make a mistake?" ”

When I said this, I was curious in my heart, even if I made a mistake, who wrote it? He has practiced calligraphy for decades, and he has seen a lot of characters written by everyone in Yunxi City, but none of the words written are like this, and they are not as good as the current ones!

At this moment, all kinds of questions were swirling around Master Zhang's head, and even he didn't know what was going on, so he could only look at Zhang Jinyu, hoping that she could give an answer.

I saw Zhang Jinyu smile at him and said, "Dad, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, my daughter would have the same idea as you." However, this word is indeed written in twelve, and my mother and I have seen it! ”

Did he really write it?

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, hitting Master Zhang's heart, if he hadn't leaned on the table next to him, Master Zhang was afraid that he would have fallen to the ground......

looked at Zhang Twelve, still in disbelief......

Seeing this, Zhang Jinyu shook her head with a smile, it's not that her father doesn't believe it, it's just that Zhang Twelve's writing is so good, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would have believed it?

So he looked at Zhang Twelve and said, "Twelve, then you should write the payment quickly!" ”

She said this also to let Zhang Twelve quickly prove that this character was indeed written by him.

Zhang Twelve nodded, did not twist, took the pen to the desk, the pen just lifted, a little hesitant when it fell, he wanted to sign "Zhang Twelve", but that would not be exposed?

But he was reluctant to sign "Chapter 12", thought for a while, and finally had an idea, and immediately put pen to paper.

And Master Zhang next to him saw that Zhang Twelve was about to start writing, so he immediately came to the side, ready to see if he wrote it!

But when he saw the results, his heart was even colder......

Zhang Twelve still wrote according to the previous one, and signed twice.

The first is to write "twelve" in line script under the poem written in line, and then write "twelve" in cursive under cursive.

Zhang Twelve played a clever trick and hid his surname without writing, so as to avoid the embarrassment of whether he was entangled in whether to write "Zhang" or "Zhang", and at the same time only write words and write the past.

Sure enough, after Zhang Jinyu saw Zhang Twelve's payment, she was relieved and did not raise any objections, so Zhang Twelve's relief was relieved.

And the reason why Zhang Jinyu reacted this way was not because she was satisfied with the payment, but because he asked Zhang Twelve to sign the payment mainly for Master Zhang to see, so that he could believe that Zhang Twelve's words were indeed better than him.

In this way, it also avoided the ending of Master Zhang's insistence on going his own way and being slapped in the face in the end, after all, it was her father, and she still had to take care of face.

And Master Zhang saw Zhang Twelve use the original font to settle the money, and he wanted to die.

How could he write so well?

How could he write so well?

In addition to dissatisfaction, I was envious and jealous, and I also felt a little sour.

Blue skinny, shiitake mushrooms.

After Zhang Twelve finished writing, he put down the pen, clapped his hands, and said to Master Zhang with a very disgusting smile: "Godfather, how is the word Twelve?" Have you ever been in your eyes? ”

Enter! It's too much to step on!

Master Zhang burst into countless foul words in his heart, and then forced a little smile on his face: "Okay...... Very good...... Nice......"

Looking at Master Zhang's smiling face, which was even more ugly than crying, Zhang Twelve did not let him go because of pity, and continued to ask: "Godfather, Twelve remembers that you said that you want to teach poetry, and now you are idle, Sister Jinyu is also there, please godfather do not hesitate to teach!" ”

Zhang Twelve looked like he was sincerely seeking advice, but in the eyes of Master Zhang, it was Chi Guoguo's ridicule!

This bastard boy is really annoying!

At your level, who dares to teach you when you are full of horses!

But at this time, it doesn't work to answer well, it doesn't work if it's not good, no matter what, it's all down, just when Master Zhang is in a dilemma and doesn't know how to answer, at this time Zhang Jinyu stood up.

"Dad, don't listen to twelve nonsense! He's kidding! Didn't my daughter remember that her father had to go for a walk in the back garden in the morning, hurry up! ”

"Yes, yes, take a walk!"

At the critical moment, it's still my daughter's strength!

Master Zhang nodded busily as if he had been amnestied, not wanting to look at Zhang Twelve more at a glance, and hurriedly ran away.

I don't want to play with this pretending to be a prisoner in the future, it's obviously a tiger, and you still come out to pretend to be a pig, do you want to make a face?

With all kinds of complaints about Zhang Twelve, Master Zhang ran out like a fly......

…………

As soon as Master Zhang left, only Zhang Twelve and Zhang Jinyu were left in the house.

Since Master Zhang left, Zhang Jinyu had a smile on her face, staring at Zhang Twelve so directly, looking at Zhang Twelve with a creepy and uncomfortable look.

"This ...... Godfather walks fast...... Hehe......"

Zhang Twelve touched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Is it fun?"

Zhang Jinyu took a step forward, forced Zhang Twelve to take a step back, and asked in a cold voice.

"Huh? Sister, what does this mean? ”

Zhang Twelve didn't know why.

"I said - is it fun to bully the elderly?"

The term "bullying the elderly" was learned from Zhang Twelve, and Zhang Jinyu applied what she learned and returned it immediately.

"Elderly? Godfather? How is this possible? Twelve: It's a very friendly discussion with a godfather about literature! Bully? Inexistent! ”

Zhang Twelve patted his chest and said categorically.

"You're still lying to me!"

Zhang Jinyu's eyes widened, and she walked up directly, Zhang Twelve wanted to retreat again, but she had already retreated to the table behind her, and there was no way to retreat, so she watched Zhang Jinyu approach, stretched out her slender jade hand, and gently stroked his arm......

said it was gentle, but why did Zhang Twelve want to cry at the moment?

It fucking hurts!

How can a woman do this!

Zhang Jinyu's hand was "kneaded" on Zhang Twelve's arm for a while, and then she said hatefully: "You don't know anything when I do? I heard everything outside the door in the morning, don't lie to me! ”

Zhang Twelve covered his arms with a look of grievance: What if you hear that? Apparently the old man came to harass me first? Besides, I didn't do anything else, but I just showed off my real strength......

Zhang Jinyu seemed to see through his thoughts, and pouted: "My father also wants to help you, I'm afraid that you will make a fool of yourself tomorrow!" You just tell him that you can compose poetry, but if you don't say anything there, it's just that you're wrong! ”

Reasoning with women?

Only a fool would do that!

Zhang Twelve stood there and didn't say anything, with a look of wanting to cry without tears: Is it wrong for Lao Tzu to be low-key?

Looking at Zhang Twelve's pitiful appearance, Zhang Jinyu didn't plan to continue to embarrass him, but said curiously: "You really haven't prepared the poems to be used at tomorrow's banquet?" ”

Zhang Twelve spread his hands and said, "Why are you lying to you?" ”

"Why aren't you ready?"

Zhang Jinyu said with some incomprehension.

"Why should I prepare?"

“…………”

Zhang Jinyu was speechless by Zhang Twelve's rhetorical question, and couldn't help but think: Yes, why did he prepare?

Just with his handwriting and the poem he wrote for himself in the "Tibetan Spring Garden" that day, he has already demonstrated his strength, if he is willing, he can write a poem that is amazing, right?

Thinking of this, she also smiled and shook her head, it seems that she was too worried......

So he called him to eat......