Everyone stared at Wang Lang. Today, this young man pretended to be all his pussy.

Dou Zihao snorted coldly, "I really treat myself as a scallion. Senior Shikong and Senior Song Buwen have both long been the ones who have written a pen. If you ask them to draw them, they will draw them for you."

Although the words are a little bit ugly, others have the same attitude.

"It's okay, it's enough for you to have this intention." Li Shitong's father said to his father with a smile.

Li Shitong thought for a while and turned to ask Wang Lang, "Is Song Buwen the old man you mentioned that we met last time at a restaurant?"

Wang Lang nodded.

Li Shitong looked at her father, "Dad, Wang Lang really knows Song Buwen. I met Song Buwen once when I was having dinner with Wang Lang."

Li Shitong's father stared at Wang Lang in surprise, "Really?"

Wang Lang nodded with a smile.

"Then, if possible, can you recommend me? I admire Mr. Song very much." Li Shitong's father said excitedly.

"Since I have time, I'll let him see you."

"No, no, I'll just go see him." Li Shitong's father waved his hand in a hurry.

Dou Zihao's face was not very good, and he closed his painting and stood aside with a gloomy face.

"Then you know Master Shi Kong too, right?" Li Shitong's father asked again.

Wang Lang nodded and took out his ears, "I know, he taught me how to draw when I was a child, but I just didn't learn much."

Many people sighed, and they really didn’t know how to be blessed.

"Uncle, don't worry, let him see you if you have time." Wang Lang said with a smile again.

Li Shitong's father is a person who loves face. Today, Wang Lang has enough face. His face is shining without gilding on his face, and his face is radiant and he is happy to see it.

"Old Li, you really found a good son-in-law." Lao Zhong teased from the side.

Li Shitong's father was holding an airs, "What son-in-law, I haven't even had a single horoscope yet, now it's just a preliminary stage."

"Young man, I also have a daughter who looks no worse than his daughter. She is proficient in both piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. In this way, if you give me the night pearl just now, I will let you be my son-in-law." Lao Zhong joked.

Li Shitong's father laughed and pointed at Lao Zhong, "You're OK Lao Zhong, your daughter looks exactly like you, how can I look better than my daughter?"

The two old guys joked with each other, and the atmosphere finally eased a lot, and finally there was a festive atmosphere that was just beginning.

But there are always people who want to destroy the atmosphere. "Teacher, I'm sorry for this fact today. Teacher, do you think this is OK? Mr. Song Buwen has an apprentice named Song Lingxi. Calligraphy also has the six or seven success power of Mr. Song Buwen. By chance, I became a teacher. He taught me calligraphy. Teacher, take this opportunity to give you a picture of ugly words."

"Okay." Li Shitong's father was overjoyed. He turned around and looked at Li Shitong, "Tongtong, go and get some pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Li Shitong took Wang Lang's arm and the two went to the study together.

Li Shitong's father shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You're not going to stay with a girl."

When Wang Lang entered the study, he looked around and found that there were many gadgets on the wall, on the table, and on the bookcase. Although many of these things are not good-looking, they are all real antiques. The cheapest things here can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan.

Wang Lang looked around for a week, "Your family is so rich, little rich woman, can you support me in the future?"

Li Shitong pouted at Wang Lang, "No matter how rich you are, you are not as rich as you. I am still a minion working under your hands."

Wang Lang grinned, "I'm all yours, and the school is yours."

Li Shitong wrinkled her nose at Wang Lang, "By the way, how much did you spend to buy that Night Pearl just now?"

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "It was not bought for money. I helped a friend and he gave me this thing."

"What kind of friend is so generous?" Li Shitong was a little shocked.

"Friends in the world." Wang Lang thought for a while.

"Will you fly over the eaves and walk around the wall?" Li Shitong asked.

Wang Lang pinched Li Shitong's face, "You little fool, you know how to fly over the eaves and walk around the wall."

"A brief." Li Shitong stuck out her tongue.

The two walked out of the study with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The table has been placed outside.

Spreading the rice paper and dipping it into the brush, it really makes a little meaning.

The pen tip is wandering, and the writing is very slow, and the regular regular script is very beautiful.

One stroke after another, I finally finished writing.

Two lines of poems praising the teacher.

"Peaches and plums are everywhere, and spring sunshine is everywhere."

The lower right corner also wrote his other names, three inches.

Li Shitong's father glanced at the words and had to give the students the face, "Okay!"

Others also agreed.

Dou Zihao smiled very gentlemanly, "It makes everyone laugh."

"Yan Jin Liu Gu, your apprentice has already had half of the essence. In time, you will definitely become a rising star in the calligraphy world." Today is Li Shitong's father's birthday. Everyone who comes knows that Li Shitong's father is loving his face, and someone immediately praised him.

Everyone followed suit, and for a while, Li Shitong's father also had face, and Dou Zihao was also very proud.

Li Shitong has seen the words written by Wang Lang. You can see at a glance that the thing written by Dou Zihao is not bad at all. She doesn’t understand calligraphy, but she can just feel that something is almost there in Dou Zihao’s words, but she just can’t tell what’s wrong.

"Dear, how do you feel about writing?" Li Shitong asked in a low voice.

"What kind of chicken is written..." The words behind the bar were not yet released. For some reason, everyone suddenly became quiet and could only hear Wang Lang's words. Everyone stared at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang had a sudden inspiration, "I didn't see the good luck and wishful thinking clearly. I'll take a good look, it's pretty good, it's pretty good, the handwriting is quite regular, but I read less, so I don't understand what this three-inch means? Isn't a bad tongue?"

Many people laughed.

Dou Zihao's face was gloomy and calm, and finally suppressed his anger and smiled gentlemanly. He handed the pen to Wang Lang. "Three inches is the name given to me by my master. The palm of his hand is three inches long. Master hopes that I can control all happiness."

Wang Lang said, "I've been taught."

His hands trembled, and Dou Zihao signaled Wang Lang to take the pen.

“Can you write?”

Wang Lang shook his head honestly, "I haven't gone to school much, I won't."

"Try it, today is the teacher's birthday, don't let it go." Dou Zihao forced the brush into Wang Lang's hand.

Wang Lang took out his ears, "I'm not afraid of disappointment, I'm afraid that the cracks on the ground are not wide enough."

Dou Zihao personally laid a piece of paper for Wang Lang, and after laying it, he signaled Wang Lang to write quickly.
Chapter completed!