On Sunday morning, before 8 o'clock, Yang Fan received a call from Xiao Hongye.

"Do you want a car to pick it up? It just happens to be empty. Xiao Hongye said.

Birthdays are usually in the afternoon, and they come to disturb in the morning, and Yang Fan is speechless.

"No, buy gifts outside. Yang Fan responded, it must be said like this, otherwise people may kill the door directly.

"Boy, good, pick slowly, the goddess is patient. ”

The phone hangs up.

In the living room, Yang Fan emptied a table, took out the high-quality paper he bought yesterday, and used his right hand evenly to sharpen the ink.

Yes, this is the gift prepared by Yang Fan, the cost is low, and it is handmade, which is also quite sincere.

Yang Tian walked out of the room in pajamas and yawned, still scratching the corners of his eyes as he walked. When he saw his son's posture, he was wrong, rubbed his eyes again, and shouted: "What's the matter?

Yang Fan gave his father a roll of the eyes, other people's families are all young people who get up late, and in the early days of middle-aged people, their own family is completely upside down. At this point in time, if you don't wake up with urine, it is estimated that you will have to lie down until after ten o'clock.

"Prepare a gift. Leave me alone. Yang Fan replied impatiently.

"Isn't your gift too bad? "My son has a little bit of artistic talent, how could Yang Tian not understand, and the invitation call was also received, "You have to show some sincerity, it's good that people will give us a face." ”

"How do you know my ability, take care of your own one-third of an acre of land. was despised by his father, and Yang Fan immediately pushed back.

"Young man, you were not interested, since you said that it was a hanging bomb, you will definitely not be able to get over it if you don't pay attention to it, and I will come and see after I finish washing. Yang Fan's slippers tapped, tapped, and entered the bathroom.

The ink has not yet arrived, Yang Fan is not in a hurry, at this moment, Wang Xizhi is possessed, how much water to use, how viscous the ink should be, all know it.

In the bathroom, Yang Tian's voice came: "Did you buy us breakfast?" ”

Yang Fan, who was calm and recuperating, almost spurted blood: "Don't shout nonsense, it's brewing." ”

"You kid only knows all day long, whether you have ever cared about your parents, and you don't understand anything at all. ”

"You don't have a fixed time to get up on weekends, at the latest at 12 noon, and I have to get cold when I buy it in the morning, do you understand. Also, I don't even know what time you'll be home at night. ”

"Still don't care, it's not good for you to ask if we can go home. We can't buy breakfast and put it away, so when the time comes, we can turn around in the microwave oven or boil some boiling water and steam it, and we won't be able to eat it when we get up. ”

With Wang Xizhi's powerful bearing, he was still no match for his father's pit man, and Yang Fan's mental state collapsed immediately when he fell to the ground.

With a shake of his hand, a puddle of ink splashed out, not only the corners of a piece of white paper were blackened, but there were also several drops of black spots on his body.

"There's no discipline anymore, ah. Is this what my father should say?" Yang Fan hurriedly took out a tissue and wiped it on his body first, the paper must be wasted.

"The voice is light, it's noisy in the morning, your mother is still sleeping, and she doesn't understand. ”

Looking at the black stains on his clothes, Yang Fan shouted that he was wronged, the ink is difficult to wash, and this façade dress can't be used today.

Yang Fan likes to wear ordinary casual clothes, loose and comfortable, and today he deliberately changed his white shirt for the sake of image packaging.

"Fortunately, I didn't put on the suit first because I couldn't let go of my hands and feet, otherwise I would have been killed. ”

Looking at the blank paper again, it can no longer be used, so I bought a total of 5 sheets, which is very expensive.

Yang Fan went back to the room to change his clothes, and when he came out again, his father put a stool on the edge of the table, sat down and dozed off little by little.

Hearing the movement, Yang Tianqiang cheered up and said: "I was too tired from mountaineering yesterday, and my physical strength has not yet recovered, you should hurry up, I still have to make up for sleep." ”

"Master, please wait. Yang Fan returned to his original position, grinding the ink, feeling that the ink was almost over, afraid that something would happen, and said: "Just watch, don't make noise, don't get in the way of me, I know no." ”

"Young man, it's not that you empty the table in the morning, I'm still asleep, your dad and I are not angry, I deserve to be good-tempered, are you still reasonable?"

"Don't move, don't make noise. ”

Yang Fan grabbed the brush, closed his eyes for ten seconds, and then when he opened it, the light in his eyes flashed, and the essence was condensed.

Yang Tian was taken aback, come to really. This time, he was dozed off.

The brush is an ordinary brush, and the ink is hand-ground ink, which is the word ordinary. When the brush soaked in juice is pasted on the white paper, the ink on the tip of the pen melts, and the first point is like a hundred flowers.

Yang Tian suddenly smelled a fragrance, sniffed hard, there was nothing, inhaled deeply, and a scent of ink enveloped the living room.

"Good fellow, the pen and ink are fragrant. Yang Tian remembered that before his son made a move, the ink still smelled, so it was a mysterious effect after he made a move.

"This kid is growing up so fast that it's scary, so I can't even understand it. Yang Tian was full of emotion, staring at the hand, his expression was focused, and he held his breath.

Yang Fan's hand was very steady, without the slightest trembling, one hook and one stroke, and the first word was completed.

Yang Tian was depressed, what kind of font is this, when did his son learn this kind of calligraphy?

There is eccentricity, this word is a little oblique tick below, short, the turn is clear, and the frustration is natural.

"It's kind of interesting. Yang Tian didn't say anything and continued to watch.

After the first word was written, the second word was faster, and under the dazzle, Yang Tian felt that his eyes couldn't keep up, so he shook his head from side to side, and wiped his eyes with his fingers.

The vision was restored, and the son had completed the entire calligraphy, which took less than a minute...... Can this also write calligraphy?

Looking at the calligraphy, Yang Tian doesn't know calligraphy fonts, but there is no shortage of aesthetics, and this pair of characters deserves the title of wonderful.

The written test is completed in one go from the beginning, to the euphemism and subtlety, beautiful and healthy, and at the end, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the weather is thousands.

"Boy, there's a set. ”

Yang Tian couldn't help but praise, he was really impressed, and he was not ashamed to send this pair of words.

Seeing that he was still about to write in the corner, Yang Tian immediately shouted: "I don't think you should sign it, just say that it is the work of a famous artist, let others guess, maybe it will be more appreciated." ”

Yang Fan paused slightly, and said: "This is the handwriting of a famous artist, I am not a fake, Dad, don't worry." ”

"You kid, you say that you are a famous person, you are so thick-skinned. ”

Just as Yang Tian was about to remind him again, Yang Fan's signature had already fallen.

Suddenly, the whole font, a white light rose, to a height of half a meter, the brilliance dispersed, and disappeared into the sky.

"What?" Yang Tian stood up and shouted.

He was once again refreshed three views, if the pen and ink are fragrant just because of a certain afterglow of the ink, his nose has a wrong sense of smell, etc., it can be regarded as a scientific basis.

However, the burst of brilliance just now, Yang Tian concluded that he was not mistaken, and even felt a kind of wetness in the brilliance.

"What's the name of your post? It must have something to do with water, I saw it, I smelled it. Boy, you're terrible too. Yang Tian couldn't accept it, this kind of calligraphy should not be something that a son with mediocre art can have.

Yang Fan smiled: "Dad, a little appreciative, this calligraphy is called "Post After the Rain". ”

"I'm asking why you have light. Why do you smell moisture?"

"Who knows, maybe God was scared by your son's hanging bombing. ”

was playing treasure again, Yang Tian slapped the back of his son's head and said, "Pretending to be forced, pretending to be forced in front of Lao Tzu." There is a good saying, if you pretend to be forced in front of Lao Tzu, you will be slapped in the face, you say, am I not your Lao Tzu. Huh?"

Just now he was a master of calligraphy, but at this moment, his head was shaking, embarrassed, and his image was very different.