"Next time, I can't spare you!"

Ye Fan swallowed secretly, feeling aggrieved.

Are there any problems when you are in love?

No problem!

But why did it come to him? It seemed like he had done something tragic.

Of course, Ye Fan only dared to complain in his heart, his face full of aggrievances.

Otherwise, with Ning Xiangtian's style of acting, he would definitely be slightly swept out.

It’s nothing to be swept out of the house, but the main reason is that I can’t see Ning Xi every day.

Regarding his current situation, Ye Fan said something in his mind.

People are under the eaves, so they have to bow their heads!

Ning Xi stood in front of Ye Fan, with resentment on her fair and pretty face, "Dad, I took the initiative to hug my brother just now. You are so fierce that I am. Why do you mean to be fierce?"

Seeing Ye Fan admitting his conscience, Ning Xiangtian's face looked better, but he didn't expect that his daughter would come to slander the situation. He immediately opened his face and felt oppressive as if he was not allowed to enter the newborn. "I'm really spoiled. I really think my father dare not scold you?"

"You can try to scold me?"

Ning Huarong stared at him and said, "If you dare to scold Xiaoxi, I can't spare you!"

“…”

Ning Xiangtian laughed apologetically, with a hint of obscure begging in his voice, "Dad, I am educating my child, can I save some face for me?"

"Then I don't care!"

Ning Huarong waved his sleeves and said stubbornly: "You can do whatever you like. You can't scold Xiaoxi anyway. My granddaughter is so obedient and so obedient; why should you scold her?"

Ning Xiangtian was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

He doesn't protect his calf like this, but who made the other party his biological father? No matter how angry he is, he wouldn't dare to show any sign on his face.

As soon as Ning Huarong finished speaking, his eyes turned to Ye Fan. Compared to his indifference at the beginning, his eyes became extremely hot now, as if he was looking at a peerless treasure.

"That... Xiaofan, is it okay for grandpa to call you that?"

"Of course, I can call you whatever my grandfather calls."

Ye Fan's eyes were filled with smiles. The skill of the master of calligraphy did not disappoint him. Obviously, with the words just now, Ning Huarong had been completely conquered.

Ning Huarong smiled kindly, took Ye Fan's hand enthusiastically, pointed to the words on the paper, and exclaimed: "I have met many calligraphy masters, but their calligraphy is not as good as you. I didn't expect that you have such a high attainment in calligraphy at such a young age. How many years have you been practicing calligraphy?"

Ning Xiangtian's face kept twitching.

Is the smiling person in front of me his father?

It's fake!

Didn’t you agree to give Ye Fan a warning today?

this……

Ning Xi covered his mouth with his little hand, looked at the words on the desktop, and then looked at Ye Fan, who was always calm. The words that Ye Fan had just said rang out in his mind.

"Somewhat confidence in me."

Ripples appeared in his eyes, and Ye Fan was the mustard seed that caused the shimmering waves.

"Grandpa, I usually practice very little, and my level is limited."

“…”

Faced with Ye Fan's modesty, Ning Huarong had no idea how to answer the conversation.

This level is still called limited, so why not...

"Humility is certainly a good thing, but over-modestness is not good."

Ning Huarong pointed to the five big words "When the Golden List" and exclaimed sincerely: "To be honest, I have collected a lot of ancient copybooks, but there is really less than one character compared to yours."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard to believe that children of your age could reach such an amazing level of calligraphy!"

"Grandpa praised it."

Ye Fan bowed and smiled politely.

Ning Huarong nodded secretly, "No, it's rare that you can be neither arrogant nor impatient at this age. You kid...not bad!"

Two consecutive "good" things are considered a recognition of Ye Fan.

Ning Xi smiled a little while on her lips, and the ancient fragrance in the room was not as bright as this one.

On the way here, she asked Ye Fan if she was nervous, but in fact she was eased her tension. She was afraid that her grandfather would make things difficult for Ye Fan, and she was afraid that her grandfather would not like Ye Fan...

But now it seems that everything is overthinking.

"Ahem—"

Ning Xiangtian suppressed the depression in his heart and whispered in a low voice: "Dad, you were not on the phone last night..."

Before Ning Xiangtian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ning Huarong ruthlessly. He glared at his son with anger, "What are you talking about? Who spoke to you on the phone last night?"

Ning Xiangtian: "..."

Don't play like this!

While the two were talking, Ye Fan picked up the gift box beside the table and handed it to Ning Huarong, "Grandpa, this is my gift to you. Do you want to open it and take a look?"

"Gift?"

Ning Huarong smiled and pointed at the word Ye Fan just now, "Xiao Fan, can this word be given to grandpa?"

"sure."

Ye Fan nodded cheerfully, then a mysterious smile appeared on his face, "But I still think grandpa should open the gift box and take a look, there are some surprises."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Ning Huarong's eyes lit up. He took the gift and opened it. When he saw the scroll inside the gift box, he said, "It's indeed an ancient copybook. Xiaofan, your character is much more precious than an ancient copybook. You should take this ancient copybook back."

As he said that, he had to cover the gift box.

Ye Fan reached out to stop him, picked up the scroll and opened it carefully, "Grandpa, you will make a decision after you finish reading it."

After the words came to the end, the complete copybook was presented to Ning Huarong.

The strong pen power hits my face. At first glance, the five big characters on the copybook are like an army lined up, with a magnificent momentum.

"This word..."

Ning Huarong was shocked again. When he noticed the signature on the lower right, his pupils shrank violently and he said in a lost voice: "The authentic works of Yan Zhenqing?"

After so many years of love for calligraphy and painting, Ning Huarong is naturally familiar with ancient calligraphy such as Yan Zhenqing. He has always wanted to collect an authentic Yan style work, but such treasures are too rare and cannot be seen on the market.

After so many years, Ning Huarong himself gave up this idea, but he never expected to see the original work of Yan Ti with his own eyes today. For a moment, he was so excited that he was a little overwhelmed.

"It's really cheap this guy!"

Ning Xiangtian muttered to himself, no one knew better than his wife’s energy and financial resources for this ancient copybook.

A few years ago, Lan Xi was chatting with Ning Huarong and accidentally heard his wish.

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

Since then, Lan Xi has used Ning Xiangtian's connections to inquire about the authentic works of Yan Ti everywhere. It took nearly four years to get the exact news.

As early as two months ago, this ancient copybook was bought by Lan Xi.

However, at that time, because Ning Xi was approaching the college entrance examination, she was not in a hurry to give this copybook to Ning Huarong, and was preparing to find a suitable opportunity to give it to her.

Unexpectedly, I happened to meet Ning Huarong who wanted to see Ye Fan, so I gave this ancient copybook that I bought after a lot of hardships as a gift for this visit.

Lan Xi did not mention all this. Except for Ning Xiangtian knowing the inside story, even Ning Xi, the precious daughter, didn't know anything about it.

Ye Fan's ears trembled, and his outstanding hearing made him clearly listen to this sentence, and a thoughtful color flashed in his eyes.

He suppressed his thoughts and confirmed with a smile: "Grandpa, this is indeed a genuine Yan style work. Although I don't know the market conditions of ancient calligraphy and paintings today, Yan Zhenqing's original works can definitely be said to be treasure-level existence. They are not as good as Wang Xizhi's No. 1 running script in the world, and the gap will not be too big."

"I'm determined!"

Ning Huarong's hand was trembling. He took the copybook from Ye Fan's hand, and his breathing gradually became heavy. He stared at the authentic Yan style for nearly five minutes before he reluctantly let go.

After letting go, he immediately looked at Ning Xi.

Ning Xi blinked cutely, not knowing what grandpa meant, and asked carefully: "Are you still angry about me for pulling you in the beard just now? I'm wrong with this, I... I'm not apologizing."

"Ha ha……"

Ning Huarong raised his head and laughed, his face flushed, "Girl, is grandpa that scrupulous?"

After saying that, he reached out to give Ning Xi a broken mind.

"pain……"

Ning Xi covered her forehead with both hands and complained: "You don't get angry when you say it, and you will take revenge immediately, hum!"

Ning Huarong shook his head with a lot of laughter and cry, and patted the girl on the shoulder earnestly, "Xiao Xi, your boyfriend... is very good, good."

After the words came, he waved his hand and added, "Grandpa supports you!"

Ning Xi was stunned.

Ye Fan smiled.

Ning Xiangtian was stunned...
Chapter completed!