Li Dechuan raised his eyes to look at her, Lao Wang's daughter-in-law is not simple! It's always unexpected.,It's a potential detective.,When you analyze things.,It's like you're on the scene.。

"So, my aunt is keeping a diary, right? Uncle Lee, I'll give you an experiment. ”

Li Yingxue faced Li Dechuan with a scrutinizing gaze, smiled lightly, turned around and left.

Leaving a room full of old men, staring wide-eyed, I don't understand what experiment she is going to do? People say they go, but when are they going to wait?

"Lao Li, don't care, my daughter-in-law is a fiery character."

Wang Shixun explained embarrassedly, but Li Yingxue had already come back over there, holding a book and paper in her hand.

"Uncle Li, you can write whatever you want, such as Mao. Host. Xi poems or something. ”

Li Yingxue handed him the book and pen with a smile, Li Dechuan looked at her eyes, found that her eyes were full of confidence and wisdom, hesitated to take the book and pen, and his heart moved faintly, he seemed to understand.

After a little contemplation, I quickly wrote the master. Xi's poem: "The Red Army is not afraid of difficult expeditions, thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure, Wuling drags thin waves, and Wumeng walks the mud pills majestically." ”

"Give."

After he finished writing, he handed the book and pen to Li Yingxue, and Li Kaixuan looked at them silently, and he believed infinitely in his sister, what she wanted to do, there must be her reason.

Wang Haifeng's dark eyes flashed with a bright color, and his daughter-in-law must have wanted to prove that the suicide note was not written by Kaixuan's mother.

The longer he spent with her, the more surprises she brought him.

Only Wang Shixun still doesn't understand what his daughter-in-law wants to do? The father and son finally have a chance to release their previous suspicions, she doesn't want to make trouble!

"Uncle Li, your writing is so beautiful, the pen is sharp, full of power, the font is beautiful, it gives people a sense of grandeur, it is really difficult for me to imitate!"

After Li Yingxue got Li Dechuan's words, she first admired them, the words were like his person, and Li Kaixuan's fiery temper followed him.

"Well, my words can't be imitated by ordinary people."

A little smug flashed in Li Dechuan's eyes, he has been practicing this word for more than ten years, of course Li Yingxue can't imitate it.

"I'll try."

Li Yingxue looked at it for a while, and knew in her heart, how to go with the pen, where are the characteristics? She took it all to heart.

After taking the pen and paper, she calmed down, brushed, and after the pen was put down, she wrote quickly.

"Lao Wang, your daughter-in-law here is amazing!"

When he saw Li Yingxue writing poems, Li Dechuan looked at the paper dumbfounded, the font size, and the direction of the pen were exactly the same, even he couldn't tell which one was written by himself and which one was written by her?

"That's what I just knew."

Wang Shixun was also shocked, his daughter-in-law wrote calligraphy during the Chinese New Year, and he felt incredible at that time.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes now, he would never have believed that his daughter-in-law had such a skill.

Imitating human handwriting is not something that ordinary people can do.

Wang Haifeng hooked the corners of his mouth on the side, and looked at his daughter-in-law dotingly, as expected.

"Girl, when did you learn this hand?"

Li Kaixuan looked at Li Yingxue with admiration, picked up the word that Li Yingxue had just imitated and threw it in front of Li Dechuan.

"Look, see no."

The steel teeth were almost crushed, and they hated that woman to death, despicable to the extreme.

"Uncle Li, after your aunt died, did you find her diary?"

After Li Yingxue saw that the font was convincing, she began to guide Li Dechuan step by step.

"When I rushed to the hospital, Jingyi was pushed out of the emergency room and was no longer breathing, I was grief-stricken, and the two children were crying for their mother, so I didn't care about these little things."

"Even if you don't care about it, the hospital has the responsibility to hand over the patient's belongings to you, such as the will."