Li Zhishang turned his head and happened to see his baby daughter and the stinky boy biting their ears intimately, and Li Xin stomped his feet and opened his teeth and claws with a shy appearance (fog?? ), and the heart is even more nameless. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Li Zhishang coughed vigorously a few times, but Li Xin and Shui Wuxian chatted too much to pay attention, so he had to say loudly: "Xin'er, go to the kitchen to help your mother." ”

"What, aren't you eating yet?"

Li Xin's head had just been so angry by Shui Wuxian that he was almost half overwhelmed, and when he heard his father's commanding words, he was all angry on Shui Wuxian's side and threw it on Li Zhishang's side, and his tone was very unkind.

"I'm going to get a few more dishes." Li Zhishang is not good at lying, and he was choked by Li Xin's reply, and the more he spoke, the more he spoke.

Get a yarn! The dishes are almost cold, and I will get a few vegetables to make wool! Do you want to eat a full banquet?! It's more reliable to reheat it again!

Li Xin had just come out of the kitchen, how could he not know!

But she also saw her father's character clearly, and knew that her father was going to set up new problems to make it difficult for the water to be traceless. But didn't the chess level already make him judge this pseudo-son-in-law to be unqualified, what the hell else is going to do!

She didn't know that Li Zhishang was feeling ashamed of losing chess, and planned to find another battlefield to regain face. Otherwise, what if he set up a chess endgame and was taught a mess by a young man, and was passed out? In addition, find a project to regain some face, at least you can have some confidence to refute!

Li Zhishang himself didn't know that he had regarded Shui Wuxian as an enemy, and the effect was even more outstanding than Li Xin's expectations.

"Come with me." Li Zhishang said in an unkind tone towards Shui Wuxian, and then turned his head and walked to a room by himself.

Li Xin took the opportunity to hurriedly stick to Shui Wuxian and whispered: "No matter what you fight for a while, you must lose it quickly, otherwise I don't know what time this meal will be eaten!" ”

"I can also see that your dad is so competitive, you said it earlier, can't you eat if you lose just now!"

"Morning your head! Usually, how can he pay so much attention to his juniors, it's because your annoying level is too high! ”

"Xin'er, come here! Stick so close, what a system! ”

Li Zhishang came to the room and turned around only to find that the person hadn't kept up, and then he saw Li Xin take the initiative to stick to someone's arms, feeling as if he had lost again, and he was furious.

Li Xin couldn't help but roll his eyes, walked up quickly, and wrapped his arms around Li Zhishang's arm very perfunctorily. is so old, eating his daughter's vinegar with a young man, Li Xin is ashamed of him when he says it.

Walking into the room, Shui Wuxian simply glanced around a few times, and could tell that the room he was in was Li Zhishang's study.

The study room is simple, a huge bookcase, full of chess books and books on calligraphy, as well as some books on chicken soup for the soul. There is a large rectangular desk in front of it, such a long desk is rare, but what kind of person is Shui Wuji, although he is not very old, he has seen a lot of knowledge.

This is a desk dedicated to writing calligraphy.

There are several brushes neatly arranged from large to small, and there is an inkstone that you can see at a glance that is expensive. Under the pen inkstone, there is a blank piece of paper, and from a distance, a line of words has been written.

When Shui Wuxian saw the pen and inkstone, he was first startled, calligraphy or something, his level was very average. Maybe his talent was not evenly distributed when he was born, most of the points were in chess, I don't feel that he has learned much, and his chess ability has already shocked the national players.

If Li Zhishang wants to compare calligraphy with him, there is no need to pretend to be without a trace, and it is no problem to admit defeat directly. It's also good, the meal time can be earlier.

It's a pity that the words have been written on it, so it's not the meaning of the competition?

"Be simple and far-reaching, honest and honest." Shui Wuxian came to the desk and looked at it, and read out the words on the paper one by one.

This seems to be a famous sentence of the adage of clean government, right? I didn't expect Li Zhishang to be an official in the discipline inspection or police system? From what Li Zhishang saw, the unique uprightness of the older generation, and his daughter who entered the police station at a young age, Shui Wuxian estimated that he should have guessed correctly.

"How old are you?" Li Zhishang asked suddenly.

"Ten ......"

"Twenty-six!" Li Xin hurriedly said.

After Li Xin answered in front of Shui Wuxi, he was a little afraid. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise his father would have known that Shui Wuxi's real age was only nineteen, and he would not train himself to death! At this age, in his eyes, it is almost the same as abducting underage boys!

"I'm asking him, what are you talking about? He didn't answer twenty-six! Li Zhishang said unhappily.

"He's super narcissistic, whoever asks says he's eighteen years old, don't believe you ask him." Li Xin hurriedly said.

"It's eventful, and people can answer it as they want! You answer me, how old is it? Li Zhishang briefly criticized Li Xin for a few words, and continued to ask Shui Wuxian unrelentingly.

"Who says I say eighteen every time? I'm nineteen! Shui Wuxian said proudly.

"I ......"

Li Zhishang is a little close, just a little bit, and his foul mouth is about to burst out.

It's shameless!

"Twenty-six, but he looks white and clean, just like a little white face in his teens." Li Zhishang said unhappily, he didn't bother with Shui Wuxian about the age, and directly acquiesced to Li Xin's as the correct answer.

"Oh, you still understand things, uncle!"

The water is touching without a trace! When he went to report that he was nineteen years old, Nima's various criticisms hit like a storm. The most disgusting Yang Tianlong, to this day, still thinks that he is thirty years old and thirty-five years old, and every time he hears himself say that he is nineteen years old, he completely treats himself as a joke.

Now I finally met a person with a good conscience, and I actually said that I was like a teenager, too honest!

Brother is really only over ten years old, uncle, your eyes are too bright!

On the other side, Li Zhishang was so angry that he was about to foam at the mouth, such an obvious sarcasm, but this fool couldn't hear it, he was always happy there!

"Stop talking nonsense, Dad, get to the point! Shouldn't you be showing off your latest 'masterpiece of the ages'? Li Xin didn't have a good air.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Li Xin's words made Li Zhishang's face red, and he really seemed to show off his works. He asked Shui Wuxian how old he was, and it was precisely in advance that he estimated whether Shui Wuxian could understand his works, if he was too young and had no experience, it was better not to read it.

Li Zhishang is a calligraphy lover, compared to many famous artists, but he doesn't like to be high-profile, he likes to enjoy himself at home, and sometimes he feels that he is so high that he is so moved that he is moved. Even many subordinates would do everything possible to ask themselves to write a Spring Festival couplet a year ago, which greatly satisfied his vanity and strengthened his calligraphy self-confidence.

Last month, he worked hard in his study on a whim, and wrote the best masterpiece in his life so far, which is this one on the desk.

From that day on, Li Xin and her mother were dragged in by Li Zhishang almost every three or five days, listening to him talk at length about how wonderful and meaningful this calligraphy was, and the two mothers and daughters fell asleep over and over again. Every time they listened to Li Zhishang's talk, they slept very early that night, which was more effective than sleeping pills.

Li Zhishang felt that there were two things he could take, one was chess, and the other was calligraphy.

Xiangqi lost inexplicably, and the loss was particularly weird, so that Li Zhishang was not sure to regain face in another game, so it was better to use calligraphy to deter this stinky boy who didn't know the height of the sky!

Although his Li Zhishang's name is not well-known in the calligraphy world, he feels that he is no worse than those famous artists, and he believes that even if Shui Wuxian is a calligraphy layman, he can be stunned by his masterpiece!

"Well, compared to the calligraphy above, which one is better? Tell us how you feel. Li Zhishang said proudly.

Shui Wuxian raised his head when he heard this, and on the high part of the wall directly behind the desk, there was a calligraphy framed with a good frame, which read, "If you are not afraid of disrespect, you are afraid of your own injustice."