Chapter 638 Is it the legendary cursive script (3)

Wen Yexin sighed tiredly and walked over with a slow pace.

Seeing that Gu Qingning was reluctant to write, Mr. Wen thought she was nervous, and put away her usual serious expression and said in a gentle tone, "It's okay, don't be stressed, just write casually, it doesn't matter if you can't write well."

Gu Qingning looked helpless. She was not under pressure, but she just felt that she wasting a good piece of rice paper.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the rice paper on the table and calmly put her pen down.

Standing beside her, Wen Ye's forehead slid down a black line. It would be okay to be so partial in front of him.

He either shouted at him or served him on a board. Why did he just write casually when he arrived at Qingning? It doesn't matter, he treated him so differently.

He turned around and wanted to see how Gu Qingning wrote, but unexpectedly, one hand suddenly grabbed his ear.

Wen Ye screamed and felt pain, "Dad, be gentle, your ears are about to fall off."

Mr. Wen took back his hand and snorted softly, "Write your own."

Wen Ye rubbed his ears resentfully, and once again doubted whether he was his own son.

Mr. Wen looked at him, bent his fingers and tapped the table, "Hurry up, don't be too slow."

Wen Ye accepted his fate and wrote, his miserable fate.

During this period, Gu Qingning had already written it. As soon as she put down her pen, Mr. Wen immediately came to her sight.

When he touched the words she wrote, he stood there in a daze, his expression was hard to describe.

No matter how he looked horizontally and vertically, he couldn't tell what words she was writing.

He wanted to ask her, but he was afraid that it would hurt her self-esteem, so he was in a dilemma and didn't know how to speak.

The sudden silence made Wen Ye a little strange.

When he turned his head, he saw the words written by Gu Qingning, and his eyebrows hopped down fiercely.

Damn it.

Is this the legendary macaque?

He said arrogantly that the calligraphy he had just practiced when he was a child was better than her writing.

Mr. Wen came to his senses, stroked his beard, and praised without hesitation, "You write very well, and you have a bit of cursive style. As long as you practice more, you will definitely get better and better."

Gu Qingning looked at the words she wrote calmly, raising her eyebrows lightly.

Crafting?

Wen Ye widened his eyes as he heard the old man's praise.

Oh, is he serious?

He wrote very well, but he didn't believe it, and he could see what words Qingning wrote.

He picked up the rice paper written by Gu Qingning and compared her face very seriously, "When you see words, you see people, this sentence seems to be wrong."

Gu Qingning glanced at him with a chill, was he praising her or hurting her?

Wen Ye asked again, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Gu Qingning ignored him and looked up at Mr. Wen, "I'll go see my grandmother."

After saying that, she turned around and left the study room, and when she saw the brush, she became big.

"I'll go with you."

Wen Ye didn't even want coffee, so he hurriedly chased Gu Qingning and ran out.

If he doesn't run away at this time, he doesn't want to be detained by the old man here to practice calligraphy.

In the blink of an eye, both of them ran away.

Mr. Wen smiled angrily, packed up his brush, and then carefully studied the words written by Gu Qingning.

What is the word written? He frowned and pondered.

The door to the room is not closed.

As soon as Gu Qingning walked in, Wen Ye followed him.

"Qing Ning is here, come here quickly." Old Mrs. Wen woke up and was sitting on the bed resting. When she saw them coming, she smiled instantly.

"The old man is downstairs, have you met him?"

Gu Qingning nodded.

Wen Ye sat next to Mrs. Wen and crossed his legs casually, "Mom, we just came out of my dad's study."
Chapter completed!