"Son, how could you put ink on your face?" Fu Shiting was not angry at all when he saw that the couplet was destroyed.

But looking at Ziqiu's small black hands, clothes covered with black ink stains, and a mottled black face, his brows suddenly furrowed.

"I haven't looked at you for just a few minutes, how come you got the ink?" Qin An'an walked up to Ziqiu and took off his clothes, "How did you get the ink? I didn't see you crawling onto the table.

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Ziqiu understood what her mother said and pointed to the side with her little hand.

On a chair nearby, there is a bottle of ink.

"I took it out when I was looking for ink and forgot to put it back." Fu Shiting explained, "I don't blame my son."

"You're trying to protect yourself. I don't know how he unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle." After Qin Anan took off his son's clothes, he immediately took his son to take a bath.

Fu Shiting looked at the mess his son had made and shook his head.

I don’t know if Xiaohan was so naughty when he was a child, but Ziqiu started to make a fuss visibly to the naked eye.

The next day, Qin Anan and Fu Shiting came to Wei Zhen's home with their three children.

Qin Anan took out the couplet written by Fu Shiting and showed it to Wei Zhen.

"It was written by Fu Shiting, isn't it good?"

Wei Zhen nodded: "Not bad, it seems like that."

When Qin Anan received this evaluation, he was a little confused: "Is it just 'not bad'? I think it's very good!"

Wei Zhen looked at her puzzled expression, pointed to a calligraphy and painting on the wall, and asked, "What do you think of this calligraphy and painting on the wall?"

Qin An'an glanced at the wall and immediately exclaimed: "The flowing clouds and flowing water, the flying dragons and the phoenixes, are at the level of a master that I can't understand, but at first glance it is very powerful."

Wei Zhen: "This is written by my father."

"Wow! Uncle is so awesome!" Qin Anan's cheeks turned red and she immediately wanted to take back the couplet she had sent out.

She had known Wei Zhen for so long, but she had never heard him say that his father had such high attainments in calligraphy.

"What are you talking about?" Father Wei came over and asked with a smile.

"Uncle, Wei Zhen said that the calligraphy and painting on the wall are your works. You are so awesome!"

"Wei Zhen is better than me." Father Wei said with a smile, "Not only is he good at calligraphy, he is also very good at painting. He originally wanted to study art, but I forced him to study medicine."

Qin Anan: ""

Fu Shiting stood not far away, listening to all this, and was so embarrassed that he dug his toes on the ground.

At the same time, he wanted to take back the couplet he wrote in Wei Zhen's arms.

Amateur players were arrogant in front of professional players, and were taught a vivid lesson by professional players.

I'm afraid today's dumplings won't taste good.

"Brother Wei, you are so secretive! If I had known that your calligraphy was so good, I would have asked you to write couplets and give them to us." Qin Anan said, reaching out to take back the couplets he sent.

"There's no reason to take back a gift you've given." Wei Zhen took back the couplets, "He's pretty good at writing. He'll improve if he practices more when he's free."

Father Wei immediately understood what happened.

"Shi Ting, are you interested in calligraphy? Come, let's discuss it." Father Wei took Fu Shiting to the study.

Ruila immediately followed him to watch the fun.

Ziqiu also followed.

Yin Yin came over, took the couplet from Wei Zhen's arms, and opened it.

"My brother's handwriting is so beautiful." Yin Yin praised sincerely, "I want to hang my brother's handwriting on the wall."

Qin Anan couldn't help laughing: "No, your brother wants to lose face."

"Then I'll take it and hang it in my room." Yinyin held the couplet written by Fu Shiting as if it were a treasure.

"Yinyin, this is hanging on the door."

"Then I'll take it home and hang it on our doorstep."
Chapter completed!