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Chapter 546 Pretend to be a pig and eat godfather! (Please subscribe!)
Although Zhang Twelve was extremely reluctant, he still took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and laid them out on the table, while Mr. Zhang walked beside him with a proud face, as if he was brewing his writing mood.

This old man is not authentic, Zhang Twelve has already decided that after he finishes writing, he will slap him in the face severely!

Well, such a happy decision!
When I looked at Mr. Zhang again, there was more gloating in my eyes: write, write, the more enjoyable you write, the louder your face will be slapped!
Mr. Zhang had had enough of wandering around, and gave Zhang Twelve a sideways look: "Is Mo Yan ready?"

Zhang Twelve didn't want to talk to him very much, but in order to slap him in the face as soon as possible, he said impatiently: "I've been researching for a long time, so you can just write?"

Only then did Mr. Zhang stand still in front of the desk, shaking his head again.

"what are you saying?"

Zhang Twelve couldn't help asking.

"Of course you have to prepare your emotions before you write poetry!"

Master Zhang had a look of reason.

"But you haven't prepared it long ago? What are you planning? Just write it!"

"........."

I am most afraid that the air will be quiet in an instant, which is the case at this moment, and the atmosphere is extremely awkward.

Master Zhang gave Zhang Twelve a dissatisfied look, thinking that this guy is short-hearted, so he can't chat?It's easy to have no friends if you talk like this!
"Pick up!"

Master Zhang stretched his hand to the side, and said slowly.

Although I don't know what the word is, but it's full of posture and quite everyone's spirit.

But Zhang Twelve is not used to his faults, loves to write but doesn't write, if he doesn't write, he will fall down, and he still wants my father to serve him, no way!

Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand and waited for a long time, but Zhang Twelve brought up the pen. He couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: the young people nowadays are really inferior to each other. They don't even have any sense of service. It's terrible...

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang had no choice but to pick up the pen himself, dipped it in some ink, hung the pen on the rice paper, and was ready to write.

…………

"Chapter Twelve, are you up?"

Just as Mr. Zhang was about to start writing, Zhang Jinyu's pleasant voice came in from the door, so he could only put down his pen and look at Zhang Twelve.

Zhang Twelve didn't know what Zhang Jinyu was doing here early in the morning, but he still responded, "Sister, Twelve is already up."

"Then I came in?"

Hearing Zhang Jinyu's question, Zhang Twelve hurried to the door, opened it, and said with a smile, "Sister, just come in!"

Zhang Jinyu also walked in with a faint smile on her face.

Seeing his daughter entering the house, Master Zhang's mood surged again!
He hasn't taught his daughter for a long time since his daughter became an adult and became famous. Could it be that the daughter has forgotten her father's level?

Hehe, taking this opportunity, I just happened to show her some tricks again, which let her know that no matter how famous she is now, she is still far behind her father!

Thinking of this, Master Zhang hastily greeted, "Jin Yu is here?"

Only then did Zhang Jinyu look at the desk by the window, and when she saw Master Zhang, a suitable "surprise" appeared on her face: "Father, why are you here?"

This acting is seamless and natural. Even a senior actor like Zhang Twelve didn't find any flaws. It seems that Zhang Jinyu and Zhang Twelve are really a good match. Two people with the same outstanding acting skills...

Master Zhang said with a smile: "I heard that this kid will compose a poem at the banquet tomorrow, so I just wanted to come and see..."

Mr. Zhang didn't say that he was here to give Zhang Twelve poems, and that would be too out of place!
"What is Jinyu doing here so early?"

After speaking, she looked at Zhang Jinyu, and saw that she was holding a rolled up rice paper in her hand, she didn't know what it was, and her eyes were slightly red, as if she hadn't slept all night.

Zhang Jinyu then smiled and said to Zhang Twelve: "Yesterday Twelve wrote me a poem in the back garden. Jinyu liked it very much, but it was a pity that the signature was not signed. Now that Twelve has a name, Jinyu I just wanted to take this poem to Twelve and write it down!"

It turned out that this was the case, Master Zhang nodded after listening to it, but at the same time he became interested in the words in Zhang Jinyu's hands: My daughter said that she admired this word, so how is the word written?

But he doesn't care how well he writes, because practicing calligraphy requires years of training. He has practiced calligraphy for dozens of years, and his skill is beyond the reach of ordinary people!
And he especially hoped that Zhang Jinyu would reveal Zhang Twelve's words, because that way, after he wrote them out, he could compare the two words, which one is better and which one is worse, and the judgment will be made!After the province finished writing, he would never admit it!
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang also nodded happily: "Jinyu, then quickly spread the paper here! And the pen and ink are ready, just let him write!"

As he spoke, he took a step back, handed the pen to Zhang Twelve, and pouted at him: "Let's write!"

At this time, Zhang Jinyu walked to the desk, took away the blank rice paper that was spread on it, and then carefully spread the rice paper in her hand on it. The inkstone and other objects suppressed the two corners near the edge of the table, for fear of being scratched.

Such a series of small movements can show how much Zhang Jinyu attaches importance to this word.

After Zhang Jinyu spread out the paper, Master Zhang couldn't wait to come forward, intending to see what words Zhang Twelve could write!
When his eyes fell on the powerful handwriting on one side, and the flamboyant handwriting on the other, his eyes immediately widened!

The first reaction is: good words!

The second reaction is: this is impossible!

The third reaction was to turn his head to look at Zhang Twelve's smiling and unusually young face, and then turn his head to stare at the handwriting on the table that he thought he would never be able to write without decades of skill. shaking his head.

He absolutely does not believe that Zhang Twelve wrote this word!

In fact, not only him, but even Zhang Jinyu, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that the word was written by the young Zhang Twelve, which is too unbelievable!
So he looked at Zhang Jinyu and asked suspiciously, "Jinyu, did you make a typo?"

Saying this on the mouth, I was curious again in my heart, even if I took the wrong word, who wrote it?He has practiced handwriting for decades, and he has seen a lot of handwriting written by everyone in Yunxi City, but none of the handwriting looks like this, and it is not as good as the current handwriting!
At this moment, all kinds of questions hovered over Mr. Zhang's head. Even he himself didn't know what was going on. He could only look at Zhang Jinyu, hoping she could give an answer.

I saw Zhang Jinyu smiled at him and said: "Father, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, my daughter would think the same as you. However, this word was indeed written by Twelve, mother and I have both seen it!"

He really wrote it?
These words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting Mr. Zhang's heart directly. If he hadn't been leaning on the table next to him, Mr. Zhang might have fallen to the ground...

Looking at Zhang Twelve, he still had an expression of disbelief...

Seeing this, Zhang Jinyu smiled and shook her head. It's not because her father didn't believe it, but because Zhang Twelve's writing is so good. If she didn't see it with her own eyes, who would believe it?
So he looked at Zhang Twelve and said, "Twelve, then write the signature quickly!"

She said this to let Zhang Twelve quickly prove that the word was indeed written by him.

Zhang Twelve nodded without any hesitation, and came to the desk with a pen in his hand. He hesitated a little when he lifted the pen up, but he wanted to sign "Zhang Twelve", but wouldn't that be revealing?
But he was reluctant to sign "Chapter Twelve". After thinking for a while, he finally had an idea, and immediately started to write.

And Mr. Zhang next to him saw that Zhang Twelve was about to write, so he immediately moved to the side, ready to see if he wrote it!
But when he saw the result, his heart became even colder...

Zhang Twelve still followed the previous writing and signed it twice.

First, "Twelve" is signed in cursive script under the poem written in running script, and then "Twelve" is signed in cursive script under the cursive script.

Zhang Twelve played a clever trick by hiding his surname from writing, thus avoiding the embarrassment of whether he should write "Zhang" or "Zhang".

Sure enough, after seeing Zhang Twelve's signature, Zhang Jinyu looked relieved and did not raise any objections, so Zhang Twelve was relieved.

And Zhang Jinyu's reaction was not because she was satisfied with the inscription, but because he asked Zhang Twelve to inscribe it mainly for Mr. Zhang to read, so that he could believe that Zhang Twelve's handwriting was indeed better than his.

This will also avoid the ending of Mr. Zhang insisting on going his own way and being slapped in the face in the end. After all, it is her father, so I still have to worry about face.

And Mr. Zhang watched Zhang Twelve sign the signature with the original font, and he wanted to die.

How can he write so well?

How can he write so well?

In addition to dissatisfaction, envy and jealousy, there is also a slightly sour feeling in my heart.

Blue thin, mushrooms.

After Zhang Twelve finished writing, he put down the pen, clapped his hands, and said to Mr. Zhang with a smile on his face, "Godfather, how about the word Twelve? Has it caught your eye?"

enter!It's too fast!

Master Zhang uttered countless swear words in his heart, and then forcefully forced a smile on his face: "Okay... very good... not bad..."

Seeing Mr. Zhang's hard-pressed smiling face that was uglier than crying, Zhang Twelve did not let him go because of pity, and continued to ask: "Godfather, Twelve remembers that you said that you want to teach poetry, and it's just right now." I have nothing to do, sister Jinyu is here, and I ask my godfather to give me some advice!"

Zhang Twelve looked sincerely asking for advice, but in Master Zhang's eyes, it was Chi Guoguo's mockery!
This bastard is really annoying!

At your level, who is full enough to dare to teach you!

But at this time, it was impossible to answer well, and it was impossible to answer badly. No matter what happened, it would be a disadvantage. Just when Mr. Zhang was in a dilemma and didn't know how to answer, Zhang Jinyu stood up at this time.

"Father, don't listen to Twelve's nonsense! He was just joking! Didn't my daughter remember that Daddy would go for a walk in the back garden in the morning? Hurry up!"

"Yes, yes, take a walk!"

At the critical moment, it is still the strength of my own daughter!
Master Zhang nodded hurriedly as if he had received an amnesty, and ran away quickly without looking at Zhang Twelve.

In the future, I don't want to play with this pretender. You are obviously a tiger, but you still come out to pretend to be a pig. Don't you want to show your face?
With all kinds of complaints about Zhang Twelve, Mr. Zhang ran out like flying...

…………

As soon as Master Zhang left, only Zhang Twelve and Zhang Jinyu were left in the room.

Ever since Master Zhang left, Zhang Jinyu has been staring at Zhang Twelve with a half smile but not a smile on his face, making Zhang Twelve look terrified and uncomfortable.

"This...Godfather left very fast...hehe..."

Zhang Twelve touched his head and said awkwardly.

"Is it fun?"

Zhang Jinyu took a step forward, forced Zhang Twelve back a step, and asked in a cold voice.

"Ah? Sister, what does this mean?"

Zhang Twelve didn't know why.

"I said—is it fun to bully the elderly?"

The term "bullying the elderly" was learned from Zhang Twelve. Zhang Jinyu put it into practice and immediately returned it.

"The elderly? Godfather? How is this possible? Twelve and Godfather are very friendly discussing literary matters! Bullying? It doesn't exist!"

Zhang Twelve patted his chest and said firmly.

"You still lied to me!"

Zhang Jinyu stared, and walked up directly. Zhang Twelve wanted to retreat again, but he had already retreated on the table behind him, and there was no way to retreat. He watched Zhang Jinyu approaching, stretched out her slender hand, Gently stroked his arm...

It's gentle, but why does Zhang Twelve want to cry at this moment?

It's so fucking painful!

How can a woman know this trick!
After "kneading" Zhang Twelve's arm for a while, Zhang Jinyu said bitterly, "You pretend I don't know anything? I heard everything outside the door this morning. Don't lie to me!"

Zhang Twelve covered his arms with a look of grievance: so what if you hear that?Obviously that old man came to harass me first?Besides, I didn't do anything else, but I just showed my true strength...

Zhang Jinyu seemed to have seen through his thoughts, curled her lips and said, "My father also kindly wants to help you, for fear that you will make a fool of yourself tomorrow! Just tell him that you can compose poetry, but why don't you say anything there? You are wrong!"

Reasoning with women?

Only a fool would do that!

Zhang Twelve stood there without saying anything, with a face full of tears: Is it wrong for me to keep a low profile?
Seeing Zhang Twelve's pitiful appearance, Zhang Jinyu didn't intend to continue to embarrass him any longer, but asked curiously, "You really haven't prepared any poems to be used in tomorrow's banquet?"

Zhang Twelve spread his hands and said, "Why are you lying to me?"

"Why aren't you ready?"

Zhang Jinyu didn't understand.

"Why should I prepare?"

"........."

Zhang Jinyu was left speechless by Zhang Twelve's rhetorical question, and couldn't help thinking: Yes, why did he prepare?

Just relying on his handwriting and the poem he wrote for himself in the "Hangchun Garden" that day, it has already demonstrated his strength. If he is willing, he can write a poem that shocks everyone, right?
Thinking of this, she smiled and shook her head. It seems that she was worrying too much...

So I called him to eat...

(End of this chapter)