Old Man Xiang finally recovered from the shock, and looked at Meng Hao with both eyes, as if he didn't know Meng Hao at all.

To be honest, he couldn't believe that this painting could really be written by Meng Hao.

Can......

What's the matter with the word "Meng"?

Meng Hao is far away, although Meng Xin is by his side, but whether Meng Xin touches that word, his old man's heart is like a mirror.

Could it be that this character was really written by Meng Hao?

Or, before today, Meng Hao had been in contact with this character, so there is this character "Meng"?

No, I'm old, I'm old, I'm useless, I'm thinking too much, I'm about to faint.

Xiang Sisi was also about to faint to death.

To be honest, when she saw the word "Meng" for the first time, her first thought was the same as Bai Qihang, that is, Meng Hao made trouble.

Even though Meng Hao has been standing by her side and is far away from that character, it is far easier for people to accept that Meng Hao is a troublemaker than admitting that this character was written by Meng Hao.

So Xiang Sisi has been in a dizzy state.

It wasn't until Meng Hao leisurely said, "I'll write another painting", that the laughter and laughter in the room stopped abruptly, and Xiang Sisi also woke up from the shock.

"Meng Hao, you, you, you...... Won't you be serious? Xiang Sisi blurted out.

"Yes, Meng Hao, even if it...... This character is written by you, but a good calligraphy also requires a long period of emotional brewing and accumulation of feelings. ”

The old man also hurriedly spoke, "Especially this "Spring Fu in the Pear Garden", which is recognized as the most difficult to copy since ancient times, you can write it if you say it, how can it be...... How high is it to write this one? ”

"Yes, Meng Hao, don't be reckless!"

The only old man who cared about Meng Hao and Xiang Sisi dissuaded him one after another, but the rest of the Xiang family heard the taste of weakness from it.

"See, even Sisi and the old man don't believe that this character is written in a wreck!"

"Originally, if this wretch could write, I drank all the ink!"

"I don't just drink ink, I eat all the brushes!"

"I think this wretch is pretending to be forced, people like him really don't have the ability, pretending to be forced one by one!"

"Then let's let him pretend to be forced to the end! Yingfeng, go upstairs and take down the pen and paper from your grandfather's writing! ”

In the midst of the noise, Xiang Yingfeng really ran upstairs, and quickly came down, holding pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other calligraphy supplies in his hands.

"The surname is Meng, you dare to say that you wrote this painting, then it's good, if you have the ability, you can write another one!" Bai Qihang said.

"Grandpa has already said that a good calligraphy must have the brewing of emotions and the accumulation of feelings, how can it be written by saying and writing!" Xiang Sisi hurriedly stopped.

"Sisi, don't talk to this wretch, okay? It's obvious that his brother and sister are making trouble, why are you so obsessed? Chen Youlian stomped her feet again and again.

"Sisi, it's okay, let me write!" Meng Hao said.

"You don't want to do it, can you?" Roar to Sisi.

Meng Hao smiled, and in the eyes of everyone else in the family, he spread out the paper and picked up the brush.

"Meng Xin, go and persuade your brother!"

Xiang Sisi could only lower his voice and talk to Meng Xin.

"It's okay sister-in-law, I believe in my brother!"

Meng Xin smiled at Xiang Sisi and walked over to help Meng Hao pour ink.

Meng Hao soaked the tip of the pen in thick ink, hung it on the wrist paper, and began to write.

Xiang Sisi stomped his feet, only hating the two brothers and sisters for not knowing good people's hearts.

But at this point, she couldn't do anything.

The room was full of silence, waiting to see Meng Hao make a fool of himself.

Xiang Sisi was so confused that he had to get closer to the old man and lowered his voice to discuss with the old man.

"Grandpa, what now?"

"What else can I do, I can only look down!"

Xiang Old Man sighed and shook his head, "He's holding his breath, so he wants to show it, but ...... How can good calligraphy be written as it is spoken? If you can't write the charm of "Spring Fu in Liyuan" after a while, or even just write it not as well as the one Bai Qihang bought, you will be slapped in the face! Even the two of us can't talk to him anymore! ”

"Then grandpa thinks that this one that Bai Qihang bought could have been written by him?"

"I'm not sure either! This character is recognized as the most difficult to copy and counterfeit a word, if he can really write it, shouldn't he be wronged in our house for so long? Alas, I'm also confused, I really can't figure it out! ”

"Then let's not think about it, it's his business to be embarrassed, if you really can't do it, I'll divorce him! I am no longer dragged down by him, and he will no longer have to be ridiculed and bullied by us to his family! ”

Her words obviously had a negative taste.

glanced at the old man at his granddaughter, and couldn't help but sigh.

The grandfather and grandson just said a few words, and then looked at Meng Hao, who had already straightened his waist and put down the brush.

"How's it going, it's done?" Bai Qihang immediately asked with a sneer.

Meng Hao ignored him, just stretched.

Bai Qihang was so angry that he secretly gritted his teeth, and walked forward to take a closer look, but he couldn't help but be surprised.

He didn't have much research on calligraphy, but he felt that Meng Hao's calligraphy was extremely good.

Hurriedly moved the "Spring Fu of the Pear Garden" over and carefully compared it, Bai Qihang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up and laughed.

"The surname is Meng, this is the "Spring Fu of the Pear Garden" you wrote? Look at the words of others, and then look at the words you wrote, even I, a layman, can see the difference at a glance! That's it, you dare to say that the painting I bought was written by you, I'm sorry, it's a shame not to consult with anyone! ”

As soon as he said this, the Xiang family, who had been worried, suddenly relaxed, and stepped forward to look at the painting.

Then, regardless of whether I understood it or not, the ridicule soon rang out again in all directions.

"No, I can see the difference between the two paintings!"

"He bullied us for not knowing calligraphy, but that's too far away, right?"

"We don't know calligraphy, but some people do! Yubai, come and take a look, you must swell this wretched face on the spot! ”

"That's right, Yushu, you also came to have a look!"

Xiang Yushu Xiang Yubai has been influenced by the old man since he was a child, and he has studied calligraphy.

So when they heard Chen Youlian shouting with Li Wenna, the others naturally retreated, and walked forward from Xiang Yubai to Yushu to appreciate it carefully.

Soon, the two men shook their heads at each other.

"Husband, how is his word?" Li Wenna asked deliberately.

"Four-word comment, smiling and generous!"

Xiang Yushu replied, "If he didn't write "Liyuan Spring Fu", then his handwriting would be barely passable, but if he wanted to write this most difficult character to copy, it would be like Dong Shi Xiaofeng!" ”

"That's right!"

Xiang Yingfeng laughed, "I told you to pretend to be forced and continue to pretend!" ”

"The surname is Meng, didn't you just say that you wrote this picture of mine? Now what else do you have to say? ”

Bai Qihang shouted.

"That's right, what do you have to say now?" Chen Youlian immediately helped.

"Don't say anything, let this wretch get out of here!"

……

[Wait a while, the second will be served soon.] 】