My Love Life with My Soft Girlfriend

Under the locust tree, the breeze was blowing, but it couldn't take away the temperature on the girl's cheeks.

"Bah, think beautifully!"

After all, Ning Xiyu put her arms around her chest and turned her back, looking like she didn't know Ye Fan.

Ye Fan's eyes cracked with laughter, the fingers of his left hand tapped rhythmically on the stone table, his right hand propped up his face, staring blankly at Ning Xi.

She, even if it's just a back figure, can be very moving.

After a long time, Ning Xi saw that there was no movement behind her, so she cautiously turned her head and glanced, the two eyes collided in the air, she sat up in a panic, "What do I do?"

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

Simple answer, very Ye Fan.

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

"knowledge."

Ye Fan pursed his thin lips and added, "But my rascal is only for you."

Ning Xi rolled her eyes and poked at the stone table angrily, "Then do I still want to thank you?"

"You're welcome."

"..."

God, I can't talk anymore!

Ning Xi gritted her silver teeth and forcibly suppressed the urge to bite.

So 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 cuddly appearance, "Just kidding, how can you be so angry?"

"As for! Isn't the air volume small?"

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

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth curled up, "Listening to Xiaoxi's words is like listening to them."

again?

Ning Xiyu stomped her feet on the slate, thinking that the swordman's eyes should not be too obvious.

Ye Fan took them all without pain and itch, and his eyes became brighter.

Such a good day!

After sitting in the courtyard for a while, Lanxi called the two into the room.

In the quaint study, Ning Huarong and the two old people chatted happily, and Ning Xiangtian silently stood aside.

Lan Xi walked in with Ye Fan and Ning Xi, Ning Huarong smiled even more, pointed at Ye Fan and introduced: "This is Ye Fan, the future uncle of my Ning family; the previous two words are from his hand."

"Ye Fan, these are Zhuang Buzhou and Zong Xiaoping, the president of the Xia Guo Calligraphy Association, and two of the only five fourth-level calligraphers in the Xia country today. They don't like your calligraphy. Absolutely!"

Ye Fan stepped forward and smiled politely, "Hello, two presidents."

"Evan?"

Zhuang Buzhou and Zong Xiaoping looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

Zong Xiaoping looked at Ning Huarong and asked tentatively, "Mr. Ning, as far as I know, the first place on this year's talent list is also called Ye Fan. Is it a coincidence?"

Ning Huarong laughed while brushing his beard, his face full of pride, "It's not a coincidence, Ye Fan is the number one talent list this year.

Zong Xiaoping nodded secretly, and looked at the young man in front of him with his eyes like a torch. Beyond the level of four calligraphers.

There are no shortcuts to calligraphy, especially brush calligraphy requires a lot of practice.

Of course, it also varies from person to person.

Depending on the talent, the entry time varies from a few months to a few years.

But no matter how good the talent is, if you want to get started, you must learn in the way of more than three.

Read more, copy more, practice more!

It is so difficult to get started, let alone becoming a first-class calligrapher, which requires a longer precipitation.

It is precisely because it is so difficult to improve the level of calligraphy that the Yangyangxia country has a population of more than one billion. At present, there are only five fourth-level calligraphers in existence, and only one fifth-level calligrapher, who has already retired from the calligraphy world.

Under the influence of various factors, Zong Xiaoping doubted that it was impossible for a freshman to write such amazing calligraphy.

Driven by this kind of thought, he raised his gray brows and asked slowly, "Ye Fan, how old are you this year?"

"eighteen."

Ye Fan replied.

This answer made Zong Xiaoping look at Zhuang Buzhou, who had never spoken. Feeling Zong Xiaoping's gaze, Zhuang Buzhou took the teacup in his hand and took a sip. An old voice sounded, "Young age, not only learning So good, the level of calligraphy is so amazing, really the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves!"

It sounds like a compliment at first, but after tasting it carefully, you can find a trace of doubt hidden behind the compliment.

The people present were all thoughtful people with different expressions.

Ning Xi curled her lips secretly, and whispered, "If you don't believe it, don't believe it. Do you need to be so circumspect?"

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

"Cough cough!"

Old Zhuang Buzhou blushed, his eyes fell on Ning Xi, his cloudy eyes rarely showed surprise, "Mr. Ning, is this your granddaughter?"

"certainly."

Ning Huarong smiled proudly, "Of course it's my granddaughter, otherwise she can look so good?"

Zhuang Buzhou: "..."

Zong Xiaoping: "..."

What are you showing off?

As for...

Well, it does look good, this one cannot be denied.

In order to resolve the embarrassment, Zhuang Buzhou said with a smile: "Little girl, I don't believe it, but Ye Fan is too young, and the two characters your grandfather brought out are very high-level, it's really difficult. believable."

Ning Xi's eyes flickered, and her little face was filled with confusion, "What is Grandpa Zhuang talking about? I thought of something just now, so I muttered to myself."

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

Misunderstood?

This time, it really became three hundred taels without silver here!

Ye Fan lowered his head slowly, bursts of smiles pouring out of his eyes.

This little thing doesn't even blink her eyes when she lies now, especially with her crystal clear eyes, people can't see any flaws at all.

Apprenticeship!

"that……"

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

Zong Xiaoping made a sound out of the siege, "Ye Fan, how many years have you been practicing calligraphy?"

Ye Fan's face was embarrassed, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

He, who had never practiced at all, benefited entirely from the skill of a calligraphy master.

Seeing Ye Fan's strange expression, Ning Xi walked to his side lightly and whispered, "Brother just tell the truth."

"Then... about a year?"

This answer made Zhuang Buzhou and Zong Xiaoping doubt their lives.

a year?

At this time, it is difficult to even get started, let alone reach the level of the previous two words, which is simply nonsense!

Ning Huarong's eyes have always been on the two of them. He is old and sophisticated, and he doesn't know the psychological activities of the two at this time.

"It's normal for the two presidents to have doubts in their hearts. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid I wouldn't believe that someone could write such engrossing words at Ye Fan's age."

"To invite the two presidents to come here today, on the one hand, is to let the two appreciate the two words before, and there is another reason."

"Oh?"

Zhuang Buzhou nodded, "Mr. Ning, but it's okay to say it."

"I heard that the Calligraphy Association and the TV station are cooperating to hold a selection competition for folk calligraphy masters."

Ning Huarong pointed at Ye Fan and stated the purpose, "I hope the two presidents will give this child a direct quota and let him try."

"Direct quota?"