Chapter 567

Although Han Fu's tone was calm, he asked about such a topic. It was obvious that he didn't believe in summer. In fact, it was very normal, because the age of summer was not very big, and it was difficult to see from his skin color that he had been a soldier.

And special forces.

But the way and momentum of talking in the summer just now does have that meaning.

Han Fu believed it a little, but when he heard Xia Xia say he was a special forces soldier, he didn't believe it at all, because he couldn't believe that the special forces could do it.

Special forces are not black, because they train in the sun all the year round, and in general, they will never retire so young.

So he had questions.

"No Han didn't trust his father any more in summer, but he didn't trust him.

"Yes." Han's father's face did not change, but summer knew that he had begun to distrust himself.

"Dad, you see that soldier still has his certificate with him. It's just like showing off that he's been a soldier." Han Qingqing understood his father's meaning, so he hastened to explain.

"Yes." Han's father nodded. He was a little convinced by Han Qingqing, but he remained neutral.

"Dad, when we came up just now, he praised your beautiful paintings and words." Han Qingqing directly began to flatter her father.

"Do you know calligraphy and painting, too?" Han's father looked at Xia Xia and asked.

Hearing her father's words, Han Qingqing was slightly stunned. She just wanted to change the subject. But she didn't expect her father to ask such a question again. If summer didn't understand, it would be hypocrisy. If he said yes, Han's father's character would definitely make summer come up for comparison.

Summer also understood the meaning of Han's father's words, but he did not have modesty this time, but directly said: "slightly understand."

Although the last time he compared calligraphy with those in the island, his handwriting was crooked.

But it was all on purpose.

He practiced calligraphy with his father since he was a child. As for painting, although he did not get his father's true biography, he was absolutely able to do it.

"Oh? It's so modest that I have everything in my house. Let's try it together. " Han's father was excited to hear summer's words. He was a man of literature, which he valued most.

It's also a good chance to explore the summer.

So he got up straight and went to the study.

"If you blow, what can I do now? You can't say no. my father is a master of calligraphy." Han Qingqing said in a low voice.

"It's OK." Summer smile, he did not explain, but directly followed up, Han Qingqing can only be helpless to follow up, she is now thinking about how to say.

She knew her father's temper and hated those who pretended to understand.

I don't know how to brag.

So in the summer, once the writing is not good, she may be expelled by her father. Now there are several college students who can write calligraphy. Even if they can, what good words can they write.

How could she get into her father's eye.

"No, what can I do about it?" Han Qingqing depressed said.

Han Fu's study is very large. The bookshelves around are full of books. There is a big table beside the book. At this time, all the ink, paper and inkstone are on the desk, and there is a written word on the desk.

It's a clear word.

The ink is not dry. It is obviously written by Han Fu before they come in in summer.

"It's a good character. It's powerful and neat. It has a unique style." Summer praised.

"Try it, too. Write it clear." Han father said without expression.

"Dad, Tianxia is just here. Don't scare him." Han Qingqing said in a hurry that she didn't want to make a fool of herself in summer, otherwise her plan would be in vain. If she didn't say that she had a boyfriend, her mother would call her every day to tell her about it, and would prepare a blind date for her.

That's what she can't stand the most.

At first, she could hide, but later, her mother simply went to the unit to look for her. If she didn't go, her mother would jump down from upstairs.

"What do you know? Watch." Han's father laid the paper directly for the summer.

Then summer went directly to the square table, gently picked up the brush, he took the brush posture is very strange.

"This pig can't even take a brush, but dare to tell me that it's OK. This time it's really miserable." Han Qingqing feel very speechless, she did not expect to even take a brush posture in summer.

How can I write this? I can't write basic skills. It's a joke.

Han's father shook his head when he looked at the way he held his pen in summer.

At this time, the summer stroke.A crazy character appeared in front of them. Seeing the writing, Han's father was stunned. The seemingly random stroke in the summer just now surprised him, because the speed and strength of writing just now was so good.

And now the Qing character can be said to be perfect. There is no one who can write such wild grass at the age of summer.

"Ah Han Qingqing was stunned. Then she looked at the summer in a strange way. She suddenly felt that summer was like omnipotent. She could do everything well.

Just like writing now, she thought she couldn't write at all in summer, but now it seems that her writing ability in summer is not small at all.

Even her father was full of praise.

"Good words, good words, this kind of wild grass can be said to be perfect, the handwriting is well connected, perfect." Han Qingqing's father has been nodding, his eyes are all attracted by the word Qing.

"What are you doing? I'm a guest now, and you're writing in the library." Han's mother was dissatisfied with Han's father, saying that she was speaking for summer on the surface, but in fact only people with long brains could hear it. She regarded summer as an outsider.

"Yes." Han's father said, "it's impolite to go out for tea."

After what happened just now, Han's father has made a great change in summer. He is a literary man, and his family is a literary family. Naturally, he appreciates those talented people. In his eyes, the hand written just now in summer is very talented.

"What kind of thing is this? Why is there such a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine?" Han's mother mentioned the bag she had carried in summer.

"It's a beauty salon for women." Summer said with a smile.

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