Song Zhi was stunned and laughed, "Of course I know that this child can't be your son, looking at IQ, you can't give birth to such a smart child." ”

"......" Song Qing felt heartbroken.

It's her own dad, that's right.

Although it seems that this is telling the truth, she really can't give birth to a son who will be the emperor, but it is still a little heartbroken.

"Dad, there are outsiders here, give some face! I can't be blamed for the IQ problem, I also want to be smarter, but my strength doesn't allow it. Song lightly spread his hands and sighed innocently.

Zhao Cheng looked at Song Qing who was so bright, and his indifferent face showed a trace of gentleness.

"Alright, don't give me the skin."

Father Song patted his daughter's head, then looked at Zhao Cheng, father and son and said with a smile: "Since you are Song Qing's friend, don't be so polite, please sit, you don't have to be restrained when you come to my house, just feel free." ”

Song Zhi said and glanced at the young man in front of him, not to mention, if it wasn't for the other party's son, he would have suspected that this was the boyfriend her daughter brought back.

Song Zhi handed the tea to his daughter and said, "Go make tea for the guests." ”

"Okay, Dad, I'll go." Song said lightly, picked up the tea leaves, walked into the kitchen, and began to boil water to make tea.

……

In the living room, Zhao Cheng sat on the sofa, and next to him sat his son Zhao Yu.

Sitting across from him was his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

The first time I went to see my father-in-law and mother-in-law, I didn't look at Zhao Cheng with a serious and calm look, but I was actually very nervous.

"Uncle and aunt, I don't know what to send you when I visit for the first time, this is my hand-drawn calligraphy and painting, I hope you like it."

Looking at the long box on the table, Mother Song couldn't help but say disapprovingly: "You kid, it's good for you to come, what kind of gifts do you bring." ”

Although Song Ma Lin Chu said so, she was still very happy.

For Song's father and Song's mother, the gift lies in the heart, and as for whether it is worth it, it is nothing.

Just by drawing it by hand, it is enough to be polite and affectionate.

Dad Song looked at the box on the table, stretched out his hand to open it, and said with a smile: "I'll see how this kid draws." ”

Of course, it won't be bad to think about, after all, what you can give away with confidence will naturally not be bad.

And regardless of whether the paintings inside are worth anything or not, this box alone looks quite expensive.

Mother Song rolled her eyes after hearing this, and couldn't help but complain.

"You don't have any artistic cells, if you can appreciate it, I'll take a look first."

The exquisitely carved box was slowly opened by Mother Song's hand.

Dad Song reached out and picked up the painting in the box, put it on the coffee table, and then slowly opened it.

Soon, the strong and powerful cursive script slowly came into view from right to left, and the characters were traditional characters, and the flowing water was very atmospheric.

With the words appearing, it is a scene in the rain.

The mountains overlap, the clouds and mist, especially the waterfalls, mountains, forests, flowers and trees, hazy and mysterious, the whole painting is lifelike.

Looking at such a painting, Song Ma was the first to exclaim.

"Oh my God, did you really paint this picture? That's pretty good, isn't it? If I hadn't been able to smell the ink, I'd suspect it was printed. ”

"Good words, good drawings, it feels like it's real."

Listening to his wife's words, Dad Song couldn't help but nod, "Yes, I've seen that master's painting on TV before, compared to this one, it's far behind, and it can't be compared at all." ”。

"This is the real Chinese painting, it looks good, I'll go and frame it another day, and hang it in the living room for people to admire."