unparalleled son-in-law

Xia Bei was stunned.

Looking at Chu Chen who had already picked up the pen, Xia Bei came back to his senses and said unexpectedly, "Chu Chen, you can actually write?"

Chu Chen glanced at Xia Bei speechlessly.

Write a word, who can't?

Xia Bei hurriedly lowered his voice, and said tentatively, "Chuchen, I mean your level, how is it?"

"It's okay, I have a teacher who is called 'Pen Fairy'." Chu Chen replied.

The corner of Xia Bei's mouth twitched secretly. He almost called himself a "pen god" in front of Mr. Song just now.

Chu Chen held the pen, while Xia Bei was grinding the ink while paying attention to Chu Chen's expression.

He was also extremely curious about this foolish son-in-law in the eyes of the Chu family.

From the very first meeting, Xia Bei felt that this son-in-law of the Chu family was more like hiding his strength and biding his time. He was not stupid at all.

However, the picture in front of him does not rule out the possibility of bragging.

Xia Bei couldn't believe that Chu Chen, who was younger than himself, could write a good hand.

Chu Chen's eyes fell on the white paper.

The sound of the lion dance and what Song Qiu said this morning seemed to ring in my ears.

The Huang family, the most wealthy family in Chancheng.

Golden Beach City, green picking event.

'Qing' is collected from the whole city.

"Don't say it's written, even if you want me to say a word, I can't think of what to write on this short piece of paper." Xia Bei sighed, "It coincides with Mr. Huang's [-]th birthday. The old man is simply a living legend, I really can't think of any other characters other than a professional calligrapher that can enter the eyes of old man Huang."

Chu Chen began to write.

The strokes of the pen are vigorous, like a dragon absorbing water, magnificent and coherent.

Xia Bei felt as if his eyes were hallucinating and dazzled.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Chen had stopped writing.

"Master Xia, come and take a look." Chu Chen said.

Xia Bei hurried over, pulled up a long piece of paper, stared at the first word, and was speechless for a long time.

Chu Chen couldn't bear it, and reminded, "Emperor."

Xia Bei immediately blurted out, "Happy birthday, Mr. Huang?"

Chu Chen, ""

He was a little skeptical if this young master Xia was a counterfeit.

Anyway, it is also the Xia family in Yangcheng, a wealthy family, how could they cultivate such an ignorant idiot.

At the banquet last night, he asked himself sadly whether he loved Jiangshan or beautiful women.

Now it seems that he is still bragging.

Give him a country, he can't hold it.

"While Huangtu Baye is talking and laughing, it's too much to be drunk in life." Chu Chen said, "The first word is homonymous with Mr. Huang's surname, and the whole sentence probably fits Mr. Huang's current state of mind, so it should be okay."

Xia Bei glanced at it from the beginning to the end, and after a long while, sighed, "It's like a ghost drawing talisman, and it looks just ordinary, but at least we can pass this level."

Chu Chen glanced at Xia Bei, "Have you ever seen a talisman?"

Chu Chen really wanted to tell Master Xia that he was better at drawing symbols than writing.

Xia Bei didn't pay attention to Chu Chen's words, strode towards the door of the study, opened it and walked out.

"Master, I kept you waiting for a long time."

On the contrary, Song Changqing smiled, expressing his understanding. Sometimes it would take longer for him to write a line.

"The handwriting is not good, please give me some advice from the old man." Xia Bei was very modest and kept his posture to the minimum. After all, he didn't know how good Chu Chen was.

Song Changqing walked forward, seemingly not seeing Chu Chen who was also in the study at all, Xia Bei quickened his pace and lifted the beginning of the picture.

Song Changqing looked over, and his pupils widened to the extreme in an instant.

A majestic momentum rushed towards him.

In the chatting and laughing of Huangtu and Baye, he is incomparably drunk in the world.

At this moment, pictures suddenly appeared in Song Changqing's mind.

From the passion in youth, to the youthful vigor until now.

There was no sound for a long time.

At this moment, Xia Bei was even more disturbed. Seeing that Mr. Song was motionless, he couldn't help but glance at Chu Chen beside him.

I want to cry without tears.

No matter how bad the writing is, there is no need to show this expression.

At least give a friendly thumbs up.

"it is good!"

In the quiet study room, Song Changqing suddenly called out.

Xia Bei's hand trembled and almost tore the paper.

Song Changqing raised his head, looked at Xia Bei, and sighed, "You are indeed a son of the Xia family, a descendant of a famous family. With this calligraphy alone, it is no exaggeration to call you the number one son of the Yangcheng calligraphy world and Tiannan."

"My level is only average, and I deserve it." Xia Bei was ashamed, and even the 'Tiannan No. [-] Young Master' came out. Xia Bei secretly vowed that he would not be able to brag casually in the future.

"It's not flattery. I've never seen a young man who can write such a good handwriting." Song Changqing kept admiring, looked at Xia Bei, "Master Xia, take this handwriting to participate in the Jintan City fair. Qing, I believe, has a great chance of being selected."

"Then take it." Xia Bei was very generous, he just wanted to quickly get over this topic, the longer it was delayed, the easier it would be to reveal his secrets.

"Okay." Song Changqing was excited. Even if he didn't write the calligraphy, at least he was born in the Song family. If this calligraphy is really selected, this episode may become a good story in Chancheng.

"Master Xia, you haven't written the inscription yet." Song Changqing reminded.

Xia Bei's pupils shrank slightly.

half an hour.

Xia Bei's mind turned quickly, "I suddenly remembered that Mr. Huang was facing the Chancheng Youth Fair. I am not from Chancheng. It is not suitable for Chu Chen to participate in this competition. It seems that you helped me grind ink hard. For the sake of this, I will give it to you."

Xia Bei suddenly opened his mouth to Chu Chen, and he sighed inwardly for perfection.

It was originally written by Chu Chen, and by pushing the boat along the way, he could not only save his face, but at the same time retreat, and sold a favor to the Song family.

Xia Bei couldn't help but want to praise himself severely.

Song Changqing was stunned.

Song Xieyang on the side was also taken aback for a moment.

Such a good picture, unexpectedly, was given to Chu Chen?

For the current situation of the Song family, this is simply a great gift.

"Chu Chen." Song Xieyang hurriedly called Chu Chen in a low voice.

Chu Chen met Xia Bei's eyes and did not refuse, "Then thank you, Young Master Xia."

Xia Bei laughed, and patted Chu Chen's shoulder, "I've said it all, I will cover you up, this painting, let's treat it as an official meeting gift for you."

Without morals, anything is possible.

Chu Chen took the words he wrote and had to say thank you to Master Xia.

Song Xieyang looked in disbelief.

He couldn't understand why this young master of the Xia family was so kind to Chu Chen.

When Master Xia came here today, did he really want to talk about the cooperation between the two as Chu Chen said?

Song Xieyang's heart suddenly sank.

But the new divorce agreement has been reprinted.

Can you still leave this marriage?