Chapter 1725

Zheng Mohong: "..."

He didn't expect that ink, which has always been upright and stereotyped, could also play tricks.

But Mo eternal is to break the precepts for his precious daughter. What can he say?

"It's just the first level. Don't be too happy!" Zheng Mohong turned to the housekeeper and said, "tell him what the second level is."

The housekeeper hasn't opened his mouth, and ink eternity has been ahead of him.

"Dad, the auspicious time is coming. If I don't go back, I'm afraid I'll miss the time of the chapel. The owner is already urging me."

At the critical moment, in order to receive his daughter-in-law smoothly, Mo Yongheng does not hesitate to move out the old master of mo.

It's no use.

Zheng Mohong glanced at him lightly, took out his mobile phone and shook it.

"A minute before you rushed into the villa, I just called the old man in person. He said that although Mohism respected traditional customs, it was not pedantic. When do you pick up the bride and when do you go to church. Of course, it's a pity that we can't get the bride and want to go back by ourselves. "

Mo Yongheng: "..."

Make sure Mo Yongheng has no problem. The housekeeper has come forward with a small notebook and read out the assessment criteria for the next level to him.

Zheng Mohong has said that if he wants to marry his daughter, he must be able to write and be able to fight.

"Wu" just passed forever, the second is to test "Wen".

Test is not difficult, is to let ink forever write calligraphy.

In half an hour, write a hundred posters selected by Zheng Mohong. The font and size must be exactly the same as the original one.

Only when the two posts can be completely overlapped can they be regarded as qualified.

When Mo Yongheng heard the request, his expression became strange.

He followed the master of Mo's hometown when he was young, and he is known to all for his good calligraphy.

Not to mention deliberate writing, is usually a good hand at writing.

Zheng Mohong's request is very difficult for others. It's really not difficult for him.

But if you look at his first level and second level together, it's hard to be honest!

He just knocked down a hundred people. Although he didn't feel out of strength, his right hand was still slightly shaken because of the excessive force.

Now let him write with a pen, his calligraphy will certainly go wrong.

Don't say a hundred posters. It's hard for him to meet his requirements.

"What, can't do it?" Zheng Mohong looked at the corner of his eyes and asked thoughtfully: "the eternal young master is so sweaty. He should be tired. Do you want to have a rest? If you really don't want to participate, it's not that you can't. It's just Yanyan... "

"I'll take part!"

Ink eternal teeth should come down.

All for my daughter-in-law.

In the eternal heart of ink, calligraphy is the most peaceful.

When he was young, he followed the old master, who taught him so. When he was impatient, he would calm down and write well.

When you have finished writing, you will be in a good mood.

But he never thought that one day writing would become a torment.

Mo Yongheng holds the brush, and as soon as he has finished writing, he shakes his hands and leaves the sky.

The first poster is invalid.

He took a deep breath and came back.

When the second stroke falls, the stroke is not slanted, writing steadily in half, one strength is not steady, and the stroke is heavy.

The ink is almost saturated with paper.

Another scrap.

At this speed, he could not finish writing tomorrow.

Zheng Mohong looked for a while, as if he was tired. He waved and told the housekeeper to take down his tea set upstairs.

He sat in the living room and stared at ink forever.

Otherwise, Mo Yongheng will do something wrong.