Although Han's father's tone was calm, he asked such a question. It was obvious that he did not believe in Xia Tian very much. In fact, this was normal, because Xia Tian didn't look old, and it was hard to tell from his skin color that he had served as a soldier.

And it's a special forces soldier.

However, the way and momentum of Xia Tian just spoke was indeed a bit meaningful.

Han's father also believed it a little, but later when Xia Tian said that he was a special forces soldier, he completely disbelief because he could not believe that the special forces soldier could do this.

There are no special forces who are not bad, because special forces are trained in the sun all year round, and special forces will not be discharged from the army at such a young age.

So he had questions.

"I didn't bring it." Xia Tian knew that what he said would definitely make Han's father distrust him even more, but he really didn't bring it. He didn't carry that kind of thing with him at all.

"Yeah." There was no change in Han's father's face, but Xia Tian knew that he had begun to distrust himself.

"Dad, when you see that soldier is carrying the certificate with you, it's like showing off that he has been a soldier." Han Qingqing understood what his father meant, so he hurriedly stepped forward and explained.

"Yeah." Han's father nodded. He was a little convinced by Han Qingqing, but he still maintained a neutral attitude.

"Dad, when we came up just now, he praised your beautiful paintings and calligraphy." Han Qingqing directly began to flatter her father.

"Do you understand calligraphy and painting, too?" Han's father looked at Xia Tian and asked.

Han Qingqing was slightly stunned when she heard her father's words. She just wanted to change the topic, but she didn't expect that her father would ask such a question again. If Xia Tian couldn't understand what he said, then with Han's father's character, Xia Tian would definitely be able to come up and gesture.

Xia Tian also understood what Han’s father meant, but he was not humble this time, but said directly: “I understand a little.”

Although the last time he was competing with those people from the island country, he wrote the words crookedly when he was competing with calligraphy.

But it was all intentional.

He practiced calligraphy with his father since he was a child. Although he did not receive his father's true teachings, he was definitely able to show off his skills.

"Oh? I'm so humble, I'm just like my family has everything, let's try it together." Han's father said excitedly when he heard Xia Tian's words. He was a literary person and he valued this most.

This is also a good opportunity to test the summer.

So he stood up and walked towards the study.

"What should I do now? You can't say I can't. My father is a calligraphy master." Han Qingqing whispered.

"It's okay." Xia Tian smiled slightly. He did not explain, but followed directly. Han Qingqing could only follow him helplessly. She was thinking about what to say for a while.

She knew her father's temper and hated the most was the kind of person who pretended to understand.

He doesn't have much ability and even comes out to brag.

So if you don’t write well in summer, you might be kicked out by her father. How many college students can write calligraphy nowadays? Even if you know what good words can you write?

How could it be that she could see her father's eyes?

"Oh no, what should I do?" Han Qingqing said depressedly.

Han’s father’s study was very big, and the bookshelf around him were filled with books. There was a large table next to the book. At this time, all the pens, ink, paper and inkstone were on the table, and there was also a written word on the table.

It's a clear word.

The ink was not dry yet, it was obviously written by Han’s father before Xia Tian and the others came in.

"Good handwriting is very strong and neat, and it has a unique style." Xia Tian praised.

"You can try it too, write a clear word." Han's father said expressionlessly.

"Dad, Tianxia has just arrived, don't scare him." Han Qingqing said hurriedly. She didn't want Xia Tian to make a fool of herself, otherwise her plan would be ruined. If she didn't say that she had a boyfriend, her mother would call her every day to talk about this, and would prepare a blind date for her.

This is what she can't stand the most.

At first she could hide, but later, her mother simply went to the workplace to find her. If she didn't go, her mother would jump off the upstairs.

"What do you know? Look." Han's father directly spread the paper for Xia Tian.

Then Xia Tian walked directly to the table and gently picked up the brush. His posture of holding the brush was very strange.

"This pig head doesn't even know how to hold a brush, but she dares to tell me it's okay. This time it's really miserable." Han Qingqing felt speechless. She didn't expect Xia Tian to even know how to hold a brush.

How can I write this? I can write it even if I don’t know how to do basic skills. This is a joke.

Han's father kept shaking his head as he looked at Xia Tian's way of holding the pen.

At this moment, Xia Tian waved his pen.

A word of cursive and clear cursive appeared in front of the two of them. Seeing the words written, Han's father was stunned. Xia Tian's seemingly casual stroke just now surprised him because the speed and strength of the writing just now were really good.

And now the word Qing is simply perfect. There are no one who can write such crazy cursive script at the age of Xia Tian.

"Uh!" Han Qingqing was stunned, then looked at Xia Tian with a weird look on her face. She suddenly felt that Xia Tian was like an all-rounder, knowing everything, and doing everything well.

Just like writing now, she thought Xia Tian could not write at all, but now it seems that Xia Tian is not very capable of writing at all.

Even her father praised him.

"Good characters, good characters, this kind of cursive script can be said to be perfect. The handwriting is well connected and flawless." Han Qingqing's father kept nodding, and his eyes were all attracted by the Qing characters.

"What are you doing? They are guests now, and you are writing in the study." Han's mother looked at Han's father and said dissatisfiedly. Her words seemed to be speaking for Xia Tian on the surface, but in fact, only those who had a little brain could hear them. She regarded Xia Tian as an outsider at this time.

"Yeah." Han's father might have felt a little rude and said directly: "Let's go out for tea."

After what happened just now, Han’s father changed a lot about Xia Tian. He was a literary man, and his family was a literary family. He naturally admired those talented people. In his eyes, the handwriting that Xia Tian just now was very talented.

"What is this? Why is it so big that it smells like Chinese medicine?" Han's mother said as she picked up the bag Xia Tian brought over.
Chapter completed!