There was a bit of smugness when she looked at Ye Ran, even if she was the real granddaughter of the Fang family, so what?

Old Man Fang didn't care what others were thinking in their hearts, he cleaned up the table and waved his hand at Ye Ran and said, "Come on, Dye Dye, come and try it." ”

Ye Ran also hooked his lips and smiled, walked to the position where his grandfather was standing just now, and then picked up the brush, holding it with one hand, and there was no calligraphy person's pen holding posture at all.

That made Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han on the side frown, but thinking of Old Man Fang's attitude just now, they didn't dare to say anything, so they could only discuss it in their hearts.

I really don't know if Master Fang is getting older and more confused, look at what kind of granddaughter this pet is, she doesn't even hold the pen in the right posture, can she write well?

It's really a waste of Old Man Fang's rice paper and pen and ink.

Ye Ran just looked down at the rice paper in front of him, and after adjusting his posture, the tip of the pen was dipped in ink, and then moved to the rice paper, and he was slightly stunned and put down the pen.

There was a feeling of flowing water in one stroke, and there was no restraint at all, but it made Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han turn their heads slightly sideways and stare at them.

And when Old Man Fang watched Ye Ran put down the pen and just wrote the first stroke, his expression became serious and serious, only to see Ye Ran's stroke down, very indulgent, and the words were horizontal.

Soon, a "fan" word is written, although it is simple, but the handwriting is flowing and cloudy, looking at its pen power without losing the word body, delicate as a dragon, such as floating clouds.

Even Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han, who didn't know calligraphy on the side, were attracted to it, Li Xuewei was even more stunned when she looked at it, Old Man Fang practiced calligraphy all year round, and she knew some calligraphy.

Looking at it like this, Ye Ran, this girl, turned out to be really some calligraphy attainments in it.

Ye Shiyu looked even more pale, this dead girl, this dead girl really knows calligraphy?

She is a country bun, how does she understand calligraphy, how does she understand!!

Ye Shi's tone trembled, and she inadvertently raised her head, looking at Song Cheng's gaze attracted by Ye Ran, her subconscious backhand and Song Cheng's ten fingers were clasped together.

Song Cheng came back to his senses, looked at Ye Shiyu and smiled slightly, but still looked at Ye Ran, although he was slender, his pen seemed to be very powerful, as beautiful as a painting.

It made him feel extraordinarily beautiful.

Just looking at the way he wrote, he couldn't help but think of the way she played the piano at the coming-of-age ceremony of Shiyu, and couldn't help but feel a little more curious in his heart.

He had seen the Ye family, the daughter who came back from the countryside, before.

once secretly wanted to add his WeChat, but he refused.

Then he quietly peeked at him, he was used to such a gaze, so he didn't care.

It's just that, somehow, since the coming-of-age ceremony of Shiyu, he has a feeling as if she has suddenly changed as if she is a different person, and she has never peeked at him again.

It was as if I didn't know him.

Even at an opportunity like today, she had never looked at him.

Is this an attempt to get away with it?

When Song Cheng thought about it like this, he figured it out, yes, she showed her talent, and she was so cold, isn't this what she wants to capture?

This is the best trick that girls are at using right now.

It's a pity that he likes a talented, well-behaved and sensible girl like Shiyu.

As for her, no matter what it is, he won't like it.

And Ye Ran didn't care what everyone was thinking at all, he wrote carefully one stroke at a time, and soon, the four words "where the heart desires" were written.

Then, she put down the pen in her hand, turned her head to look at Old Man Fang and smiled, "Grandpa, I've written it." ”

Old Man Fang stared at the four words "where the heart desires" written by Ye Ran, which can be said to be flowing water, three points into the wood, and the gesture is extraordinary.

Looking at Ye Ran's young and simple little face, Old Man Fang nodded again and again, and laughed with satisfaction, "Yes, yes, it's really my granddaughter, she can write such a good hand at a young age, it can be said that many people can't write such words after practicing for one or two decades." ”

Mrs. Han also admired it, and her dissatisfaction with beating her baby son before also weakened a little, "Indeed, it can be said that it is rare for her to be able to write such words at her age." ”

Thinking about the piano that played well, and now he has a good hand, such a talent is far stronger than that Ye Shiyu.

In this way, her bastard son really doesn't deserve it.

He deserved to be beaten.

Mrs. Song couldn't help but nodded, "Look at this power, those who don't know think they have decades of power." ”

Ye Shiyu smiled reluctantly on the side, her face returned to normal, and she said with admiration: "My sister is really amazing, and my sister who writes is ashamed of herself." ”

This soil bun really knows calligraphy?

When Mrs. Song heard this, she glanced at Ye Shiyu and said with a smile: "You write well, your sisters are really a pair of talented girls, and they have inherited the talent of the old man." ”

After speaking, he asked curiously: "But the calligraphy of this poem was taught by the old man, who taught the calligraphy of this Miss Ye?"

Ye Shiyu was also curious and asked: "Yes, sister, who taught your calligraphy and who did you learn from?"

Ye Ran replied lightly: "I'm idle and have nothing to do and practice and play by myself." ”

Ye Shiyu: "............"

Fucking self-practice?

Why don't you go to heaven?

Ye Shiyu was a little irritable.

When Li Xuewei heard this, she frowned and said, "You kid, why did you practice by yourself, just now the piano said that you practiced and played by yourself, and now you practice this calligraphy by yourself?"

Song Cheng was stunned, "Her piano is self-taught?"

Li Xue was slightly displeased: "Don't listen to her nonsense, how can she teach herself?"

Seeing this, Mrs. Han smiled on the side and said, "Forget it, she doesn't want to say it." ”

"Yes. ”

Old Man Fang glared at Li Xuewei and said, "Why do you have to take care of dyeing, you have to take care of your own son." ”

Li Xuewei: "............"

She thought.

But she's thankful that she's not managed by her son.

Old Man Fang was in a good mood for a while, but he didn't get angry, he just said: "Okay, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and ask someone to frame this word for me, hurry up." ”

Li Xue was slightly stunned for a moment, "What, mounted, framed?"

This, this girl's words are indeed good, but, but is it worth framing?

Does she deserve it?

Old Man Fang turned his head, "What, you don't understand what I said?"

Li Xuewei came back to her senses, "No, Dad, I don't mean anything else, it's just that this girl is still so young, is her writing worth framing?"

Old Man Fang said coldly: "Her words are not worth it, but your words are worth it?"