"I said this gentleman, I said that I just did a little research, you have so many things, how can I be just ...... of everything"

"Is the girl afraid?" Before she finished speaking, the man interrupted her: "If you are afraid, refuse it." ”

That's what I want.

She wants to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, rubbing his majesty. At that time, see how he pretends to be mysterious.

"But I have a lot of questions to ask." After a while, he continued: "As the saying goes, defeat without a fight is cowardice, and besides, if I am lucky, I will be right." But ......"

Zhong was about to say something, and his eyes fell on the pity star who was lying in her arms, trembling constantly.

The man understood the meaning of his affection in seconds, and said "um" without any emotion: "The child is afraid that she is frightened, how about I feed her some soothing tea and let her sleep?" ”

Pity Xing is like this, and he feels distressed when he looks at it.

It would be nice to be able to sleep.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yi nodded: "Then Mr. Lao." ”

The man's soothing tea has a significant effect on the mercy star, and he stopped shivering after drinking it for a while, and he breathed evenly, obviously sleeping very deeply.

Zhong Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

My daughter is fine, it's just amazing.

She owed to the man: "Thank you, sir." ”

"You're welcome, girl." With that, the man pointed to a certain room: "That's the guest room." ”

The man's implication is that he can put his child in it.

Zhong Yi said "um" lightly, hugged his daughter and went in.

The furnishings in the room are antique, and wherever she looks, some scenes are naturally restored, and she saw a woman, a woman who looks very similar to the man outside, with the same eyebrows and eyes, and the same shocking.

Although she was surprised, she did not react excessively.

Yes, in the little time since I woke up, I have gradually adapted to the changes in my eyes.

After gently placing the mercy star on the bed and covering her with the quilt, Zhong Yi leaned over and kissed her eyebrows: "Baby, mom loves you." ”

Going out of the house, the eyes of Zhongyi fell on the man's face, and the words were clear: "Sir, let's start." ”

The man bowed his head and then pointed at it, it was a pair of books, and there was no payment.

Zhong Yi stepped over, stood on the side and looked at it for a while, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth: "This is Lan Tingxu." ”

The man was noncommittal.

Zhong Yi looked at it carefully again, and continued: "The gesture is tactful and subtle, beautiful and beautiful. Sure enough, it was a response to the eight words that were floating like a cloud, and it was like a frightened snake. ”

When the man heard this, he let out a meaningful "oh": "Does that girl think that this is the work of Wang Xi, a master of calligraphy?" ”

If it weren't for these eyes, I'm afraid I would really think so.

Pity...... There are no ifs.

Because of this eye, I can clearly see the person who writes.

That man was not a master calligrapher, but the man in front of him.

I didn't expect this man to have such ability, it's really impressive.

At this point, Zhong Yi bent the corners of his lips, and the one who smiled was like a pearl: "Definitely." Although this handwriting looks like Wang Xizhi, it is a contemporary work after all, and it lacks the precipitation of the years. ”

As he spoke, Zhong Yi paused, and after a while, he continued: "If I am not mistaken, this word should be from the hand of Mr. ”

The words of affection are not inquiry, but an extraordinarily determined tone.