When Old Man Zheng didn't look at it, the wind was light, and after reading it, he actually rushed over and hugged the middle of the plaque, and said in horror: "This is really written by a five-year-old child?" Impossible, right? Which master's handwriting is this, this word is too stylish, I want it too! ”

Guests who are ready to see Xiao Ping'an's collapse: ".................."

Mo Tiancheng and Gu Youming, who rushed over to persuade the fight: "............"

Mo Tiancheng couldn't help but hold his forehead: "Three old men, take it easy, isn't it just a word, why don't you sit down and discuss it?" ”

Old Man Gu was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Youming, you came just in time, help Dad move this plaque to the car!" My great-grandson's words should belong to me, some stinky and shameless old men dare to rob your father! ”

Old man Jing sneered: "People want to face trees and bark, obviously I saw it first, it was I who said that this character is well written, whether it is hung in the study or hanging in the living room, it is super tasteful, find a housekeeper to ask, whose calligraphy masterpiece is this, as soon as you hear that it is your little great-grandson, you have to take it home, Lao Gu, are you unreasonable?" ”

Although the old man Gu is old, his voice is calm and powerful, and the truth is broken, and his face does not change: "My little great-grandson's calligraphy, filial piety to my father-in-law, what's the problem?" ”

Old Man Jing's pupils shrank suddenly, and he trembled with anger: "The problem is the first thing I seek!" ”

Mo Tiancheng stood next to him and coughed lightly: "A few old men, the one hanging in my living room seems to be mine, can you let me say a word first?" ”

Old Man Gu and Old Man Jing said in unison: "You say, who do you want to give it to?" ”

Mo Tiancheng: This is written by my grandson, and I don't want to send any of them!

Old Man Zheng didn't forget to brush up on his sense of existence: "And me, count me as one." ”

Old Man Gu and Old Man Jing said in unison again: "Shut up!" ”

Once a person is old and thick-skinned, he is a king, and Old Man Zheng smiled and groaned: "Those who see have a share, those who see have a share!" ”

The guests next to him all had an incredible glow in their eyes.

"I don't know calligraphy, I think that writing is really beautiful, but is it really that precious?"

"That word doesn't look like it was written by a five-year-old child, and it can make three respected seniors blushing and thick-necked, maybe it's the work of some master."

"I guess it's also the work of some master......"

Mo Tiancheng heard that there were guests behind him who doubted his grandson's calligraphy, frowned slightly, paused, and said: "Three old men, otherwise, I won't give this painting to anyone, whoever I give it to, the other two are in a hurry with me, why don't I let my grandson write three more paintings, one for each person, what do you think?" ”

Old Man Gu has no opinion: "Okay!" ”

But Old Man Jing and Old Man Zheng raised their eyebrows slightly, because even they didn't believe that this super calligraphy was from the hands of the little grandson of the Mo family.

Old man Jing said: "I will write it first." ”

Old man Zheng: "Yes, yes, yes, I will write it first." ”

As soon as Mo Tiancheng heard the tone of the two old men, he knew that the two old men did not believe that this word was from the hand of his grandson.

It doesn't matter, as soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one!

"Butler, go prepare paper and ink."

"Yes, sir."

After the housekeeper went to prepare the pen and ink, Mo Tiancheng asked people to call the little grandson over, and today he had to let the grandson show everyone a hand, so that everyone could know what a genius is.

[Good night, PK period for tickets~~~]