NIP Chapter 81 Things That Make People Crash 【Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass】
Chapter 81 Things That Make People Crash 【Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass】
Chapter 81 Things That Make People Crash 【Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass】
Liu Jingwen stood behind his grandson, stroked his beard and nodded, and looked at Liu Anfeng who was practicing calligraphy with satisfaction.
Can he be dissatisfied!
At present, there are several famous calligraphers in the Chinese calligraphy circle, and he has a grandson who is very good at calligraphy.
Especially this time, being able to win No.22 in the Modu Calligraphy Competition at the age of 1 is simply a genius.
Thinking of this, he thought of the current No.1 in the calligraphy world, Zhang Zhixin's praise to his grandson.
"This son has the talent to be a pillar."
Listen, this is a compliment from Zhang Zhixin, a mangzhu layman.
Zhang Zhixin said that my grandson would be the backbone of the Huaxia calligraphy circle in the future, so how could Liu Jingwen, a dazzling grandson, be dissatisfied.
The top beam is naturally the thickest and strongest one.
Maybe, in the future, he can take over Zhang Zhixin's class and become No.1 in the Chinese calligraphy field.
No, hearing that old friend Ye Jinghong has also come to Shanghai, how could he miss this good opportunity to show off his grandchildren.
If there are more well-known figures in the calligraphy world to praise his grandson, his grandson will also gain greater fame.
Do you really think he is simply showing off his grandson?
As a grandfather, he is trying his best to pave the way for his grandson!
At this time, Liu Jingwen's elderly machine heard a vibrating sound.
Where did he dare to hesitate, he hurriedly walked out of the study room and walked to the balcony of the living room before answering the phone.
"Well, old Liu, you are the one who urged me to come over, and you are the one who waited so long to answer my call. You really want to go to heaven."
Ye Jinghong's irritable voice came from the other end of the phone.
Can you not be irritable?
This old boy fooled him to come here softly and stubbornly, but he ended up in his community, and he didn't answer the phone until it was so late.
Although Liu Jingwen loves to show off his grandson, he still has a good temper, and immediately apologized:
"Old Ye, I'm really sorry. When your phone rang just now, I was still in my grandson's study. In order not to disturb him, I had to run to the balcony to answer your call."
Ye Jinghong is naturally not an unreasonable person, he just complained when he said that before.
"I reluctantly accept this reason."
Liu Jingwen smiled, and then continued: "Why, Lao Ye, you have come to my door? Why didn't you ring the doorbell?"
"I've arrived at the complex where your son lives, but... I forgot the house number, please tell me quickly."
"Haha." Liu Jingwen couldn't help laughing again, "One unit per building, Room 28003."
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Jinghong smiled and said to Ye Fan: "My dear grandson, you must remember what I said, and when it's time to pretend, you must pretend to be the strongest."
"Your grandpa, I have been dazzled by him for five years. This time, I want to get it back at once."
"If you are asked to write calligraphy at that time, don't hold back and bring out your best level."
The more Ye Jinghong said, the more energetic he would be, and the look of complacency in his eyes should not be too obvious.
"Okay." Ye Fan responded.
This grandpa speaks in an eclectic manner, and even knows the word pretense.
Not long after, Liu Jingwen heard the doorbell ringing and hurriedly opened the door.
The first face that caught his eye was his good friend, Ye Jinghong.
But when he saw the person behind Ye Jinghong, he was really taken aback. Whose handsome guy is this?
Ye Jinghong saw the old friend's doubts, and introduced with a proud expression: "Old man Liu, this is my grandson Ye Fan, isn't he a good-looking talent?"
Liu Jingwen naturally saw the complacent look on his old friend's face.
But he really couldn't refute it, and exclaimed: "He is indeed a good-looking talent. If this was put in ancient times, he would be the best son of Zhuo Shi!"
However, why didn't I hear my old friend mention about my grandson before?
Although puzzled, Liu Jingwen didn't ask.
Hearing Liu Jingwen's words, Ye Jinghong became even happier and called Ye Fan in.
At this time, Liu Jingwen saw a piece of ink-stained rice paper held by his old friend, and thought of what he said before.
Puzzled: "Lao Ye, could it be that the copybook that surprised me was written by your grandson?"
Ye Jinghong proudly said: "Of course, otherwise, who do you think it is?"
"Why, are you surprised enough?"
"It's really surprising." Liu Jingwen didn't veto it.
He really didn't think of this point.
Ye Jinghong snorted and said, "Be prepared mentally, what will surprise you even more is yet to come."
Liu Jingwen was taken aback, then smiled wryly, "Old man Ye, what kind of medicine are you burying in your gourd? Since I know that your grandson wrote this copybook, those who should be surprised are all surprised, so why should I be surprised again?" ?”
Ye Jinghong said with a chuckle, "It's too early to say, the best show is yet to come."
Liu Jingwen was aroused and said quickly, "Oh? Then put this copybook on the table and show it to me?"
"No hurry, no hurry." Ye Jinghong waved his hand, "Didn't you ask me to come and taste your grandson's calligraphy? Get down to business first."
Although Liu Jingwen's curiosity was aroused, the matter of his grandson was obviously more important, so he quickly said, "That's the reason."
"I'm going to call Ah Feng over."
"Ah Feng?" Ye Fan complained in his heart. When he first heard this name, he immediately thought of Lin Feng.
However, he knew about Lin Feng's family, so it was impossible for him to have a grandfather who was a calligrapher.
Not long after Ye Jinghong led his grandson to sit on the sofa, Liu Jingwen brought Liu Anfeng over.
He introduced: "This is a well-known master in our Chinese calligraphy circle, senior Ye Jinghong, the former vice president of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, and now the lifetime honorary president."
"And this is the grandson of your senior Ye Jinghong. According to your grandfather Ye, his grandson is only four months younger than you, and he is currently 21 years old."
Although only four months younger, but due to the timing of the card is relatively good, it is a 21, a 22.
Seeing the person coming, Ye Fan couldn't help being taken aback, and then asked, "Liu Anfeng?"
The three present were all stunned, Liu Jingwen said: "Xiaofan, do you know my grandson?"
Looking at the confused Liu Anfeng, Ye Fan explained: "I was in the same high school and the same grade before, but in different classes."
"Besides, An Feng helped me once when I was being bullied on campus."
"You are?" Liu Anfeng hesitated.
Looking at him like that, he really doesn't recognize Ye Fan.
Ye Fan expressed his understanding. After all, he is getting more and more handsome now, even more handsome than when he was in high school. It is estimated that some girls who admired him in high school may not recognize Ye Fan now.
He explained: "I am Ye Fan, the one who had the best academic performance at that time and was always the first in grade."
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Hearing this "No. in grade" Liu Anfeng immediately remembered who this person was.
There is no way, it is because Ye Fan has been occupying the first place in the grade all the time, making him always the second in the grade.
There was one time in particular that impressed Liu Anfeng the most.
That time because Ye Fan ate something bad in his stomach, he didn't take one of the exams. He thought the opportunity had come.
But what I didn't expect was that even if Ye Fan missed the exam, the scores of the other subjects added up would still lead Liu Anfeng by 33 points.
You say irritating is not irritating!
At that time, Liu Anfeng completely collapsed.
As soon as I got home, I locked myself in the room and cried directly. I cried until I didn't eat dinner, and fell asleep crying.
(End of this chapter)