Under the locust tree, a breeze hits, but it cannot take away the temperature on the girl's cheeks.

"Bah, I think beautifully!"

After saying that, Ning Xi wrapped his arms around his chest and turned his back, looking like he didn't know Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's eyes smiled into a crack, his left fingers hit the stone table rhythmically, his right hand supported his face, staring at Ning Xi blankly.

Even if she is just a back, she can be extremely moving.

After a long time, Ning Xi saw that there was no movement behind her, so she turned her head carefully and looked at her. The two gazes collided in the air. She sat up straight in panic, "Look at what I do?"

"I want to see it, so I just watch it."

The simple answer is very Ye Fan.

Ning Xi was helpless and turned around silently, "Brother, sometimes you are really a rogue!"

"Know."

Ye Fan pursed his thin lips and added: "But my scoundrel is only targeting you."

Ning Xi's beautiful eyes flipped and poked the stone table angrily, "Then do I want to thank you?"

"You're welcome."

“…”

Oh my God, I can’t continue chatting anymore!

Ning Xi grinded his silver teeth and forced himself to suppress the urge to bite people.

Very angry!

But she can't beat this bad guy...

Meeting Ning Xi's angry little eyes, Ye Fan was successfully amused by her cute and cute look, "Is it so angry just to be so angry?"

"As for! Isn't it okay to have a small amount of energy?"

Ning Xiqiong's nose wrinkled slightly and waved her fist, "If I hadn't been able to hit you, I would definitely beat you up."

Ye Fan's mouth raised, "Listen to Xiaoxi's words is like listening to something."

Come again?

Ning Xi's jade feet stomped on the stone slab, and the eyes of the knife man should not be too obvious.

Ye Fan took it all without pain and itchy, and his eyes became brighter.

Such a day is so good!

After sitting in the yard for a while, Lan Xi called the two of them into the house.

In the ancient study, Ning Huarong and the two old men were having a happy chat, and Ning Xiangtian stood aside without saying a word.

Lan Xi walked in with Ye Fan and Ning Xi. Ning Huarong's smile even more. He pointed at Ye Fan and introduced: "This is Ye Fan, the future son-in-law of my Ning family; the previous two words were written by him."

"Ye Fan, this is Zhuang Buzhou, the president of the Xia Kingdom Calligraphy Association, and Zong Xiaoping, vice president. They are also two of the only five fourth-level calligraphers in Xia Kingdom today. They praise your calligraphy!"

Ye Fan took a step forward and smiled politely, "Hello, two presidents."

"Ye Fan?"

Zhuang Buzhou and Zong Xiaoping looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with surprise.

Zong Xiaoping looked at Ning Huarong and asked tentatively: "Mr. Ning, as far as I know, the number one in the genius list this year is also called Ye Fan. Is it a coincidence?"

Ning Huarong laughed loudly, showing pride on his face, "It's not a coincidence that Ye Fan is the number one on this year's genius list, as if he had a fake one."

Zong Xiaoping nodded secretly and looked at the young man in front of him with a torch. His tender face made him frown. He saw the two words that made him and Zhuang Buzhou amazing. His writing skills definitely surpassed the level of a fourth-level calligrapher.

There is no quick shortcut to calligraphy, especially brush calligraphy requires a lot of practice.

Of course, it also varies from person to person.

The different talents are the beginning time ranges from several months to several years.

But no matter how good the talent is, you must learn in Sanduo's way if you want to get started.

Read more posts, copy more, and practice more!

It is so difficult to get started, let alone becoming a first-class calligrapher, it takes longer to settle down.

It is precisely because of the difficulty of improving the level of calligraphy that the population of more than one billion in the Yangxia Kingdom is that there are only five fourth-level calligraphers, and there is only one fifth-level calligrapher, and he has half retired from the calligraphy world.

Under the influence of various factors, Zong Xiaoping was suspicious that a freshman student would never be able to write such amazing calligraphy.

Driven by this thought, he raised his gray eyebrows and asked slowly: "Ye Fan, how old is this year?"

"eighteen."

Ye Fan answered.

This answer made Zong Xiaoping look at Zhuang Buzhou who had not spoken. Feeling Zong Xiaoping's gaze, Zhuang Buzhou picked up the teacup at his hand and took a sip. An old voice sounded, "At a young age, not only is he good at studying, but his brush calligraphy is so amazing. He is really the next wave of the Yangtze River pushing the previous wave!"

At first glance, this is a compliment, but after savoring it carefully, you can find a trace of doubt hidden behind the compliment.

All the people present were very thoughtful and had different expressions.

Ning Xi curled his lips secretly and muttered in a low voice: "If you don't believe it, don't believe it. Is it necessary to beat so far?"

The girl's voice was not loud, but it seemed very clear in the quiet study.

"Ahem!"

Zhuang Buzhou's old face turned red, his eyes fell on Ning Xi, and his turbid eyes rarely showed a stunning look, "Mr. Ning, is this your granddaughter?"

"certainly."

Ning Huarong smiled proudly, "Of course it's my granddaughter, otherwise he would be so beautiful?"

Zhuang Buzhou: “…”

Zong Xiaoping: “…”

What's the point of showing off?

As for...

OK, it looks good indeed, this cannot be denied.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, Zhuang Buzhou smiled and said, "Little girl, I don't believe it. However, Ye Fan is too young, and the two characters you took out were of very high quality, it is really hard for people to believe it."

Ning Xi's clear eyes flashed, and a confused look on her little face, "What is Grandpa Zhuang talking about? I just thought of something, so I talked to myself."

The girl's clear eyes and sweet voice gradually made Zhuang Buzhou's smile become stiff.

Misunderstanding?

Now, it really turned out to be here without silver!

Ye Fan slowly lowered his head, and smiles surged deep in his eyes.

This little thing is lying now without even blinking his eyes, especially with her crystal clear eyes, which makes people unable to see any flaws.

Beginning!

"that……"

Zhuang Buzhou blushed again and secretly gave Zong Xiaoping a wink.

Zong Xiaoping spoke out and rescued, "Ye Fan, how many years have you practiced calligraphy?"

Ye Fan looked puzzled and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He has never practiced it at all, thanks to the skill of a master of calligraphy.

Seeing Ye Fan's strange expression on his face, Ning Xi walked to his side lightly and whispered: "Brother, just say it truthfully."

"That... it's almost a year?"

This answer made Zhuang Buzhou and Zong Xiaoping a little doubted about life.

One year?

It is difficult to even get started at this time, let alone reaching the level of the two previous words, which is simply nonsense!

Ning Huarong's eyes were always on the two of them. He was so old that he was not sure about their psychological activities at this time.

"It is normal for the two presidents to be suspicious. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid I wouldn't believe that someone could write such melodious words at Ye Fan's age."

"The two presidents are invited to come here today, on the one hand, to let the two appreciate the two previous words. In addition, there is another reason."

"oh?"

Zhuang Buzhou paused his head, "Mr. Ning, but it's okay."

"I heard that the Calligraphy Association and the TV station are working together to hold a folk calligraphy master selection competition."

Ning Huarong pointed at Ye Fan and expressed his purpose, "I hope the two presidents will give this child a direct quota and let him try it."
Chapter completed!