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Of course, in addition to this idea, Xiao You is also wondering if his father doesn’t know that the identities of these people are not simple?

After all, if my father is not simple, why have I been in the factory for so many years?

Shaking his head and no longer thinking about these things. For Xiao You, it would be even better if his father's identity was not simple. If not, there would be no regrets. Is there any need? Isn't he still there?

I had too many regrets in my previous life, and I must make up for them all in this life!

While Xiao You was thinking about these messy things, the old man holding a cigarette pipe had already seen Xiao Yong, and laughed and said, "Old Xiao, you are here, where is your son?" As he said that, his eyes were on Xiao You. He said, "It's this young man? Xiao You?"

"Hello sir."

When Xiao You heard someone calling him, he quickly responded, smiled slightly, and bowed his lower body.

Although these people don’t believe him, they are all friends with his father after all, and they cannot lose their etiquette. Moreover, these people seem to be not ordinary people.

At this moment, everyone's eyes glanced at Xiao You, and then looked at Xiao Yong. The majestic middle-aged man said, "Old Xiao, now you have another chance, you can choose to give up this bet!"

"Get out?" Xiao You was stunned and turned to look at his father. After seeing this, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly. The original ordinary father seemed a little sharp at this time, and his eyes were dazzling, which made Xiao You feel like he didn't dare to look directly.

At this moment, Xiao You no longer had any doubts. His father was definitely not simple!

Thinking of this, Xiao You began to think again. Since he was born, he had never had any relatives at home. His parents never said that they had never heard of them, and they had never heard of them. Xiao You had never even had any impression of them. But when he was young, one or two years old and still didn't remember anything, he still had a little impression in his mind.

But the impression is very vague. So far, Xiao You doesn't know what those pictures are.

"Can I say that if I am not from wealthy, I am noble?" When Xiao You thought this in his heart, he felt a sense of ridicule and cry. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. But he happened to hear his father say to the middle-aged man: "Of course the bet must continue. The word itself was written by my son. Why should I give up? But you, don't lose and cry."

"Haha, you old Xiao, you can talk nonsense." The old man holding a big cigarette puff smiled, and once again looked at Xiao You, saying, "Little baby, did you really write this letter?"

The old man's eyes were bright, and he was slightly dazzling. Xiao You felt a stern and snorted coldly. The old man's heart jumped. He couldn't help but take a step back and said in surprise: "Young man, what a strong aura."

He was caught off guard and was forced to take a step back. His surprise was conceivable.

Xiao You smiled and said, "Uncles and grandpas, this is indeed written by me. I wonder if you have any doubts?"

"Grandpa..." The old man was stunned when he heard this word, and then laughed.

Xiao Yong patted Xiao You's head and said, "Just call him uncle, I will have a relationship with them."

Xiao You nodded when he heard this, and was even more surprised.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it. You said that you wrote this copy, so can you write one?" Yan Dongcheng spoke at this time, looking at Xiao You with a serious look.

Xiao You nodded and said, "What's wrong with this?"

After saying that, he looked at the desk. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk, which were all good products. The piece of paper written by Xiao You himself could not compare with the equipment here.

Spread the paper and press it on with paperweight. Xiao You was about to grind the ink when the gray-haired intellectual immediately came forward and said with a smile: "You concentrate on resting your mind, I will help you grind the ink."

"Oh? Lao Liu, it's rare today. How could he help this kid grind ink?" The old man Yanpai asked strangely.

"The God of Unspeak has moved! Our nephew is not simple." After he said softly, he stopped explaining. Xiao You had closed his eyes, and there was a certain rhythm in his breathing.

Everyone in the hall stopped talking. Except for the old man smoking, they all looked at Xiao You quietly.

At the same time, his eyes also glanced at Xiao Yong. His eyes were a little complicated, and the god had moved before he could write. Although there were only five words to evaluate, these five words were enough to make them pay attention to Xiao You.

Before he started writing, his energy and spirit had already been activated. This is a realm that only a generation of calligraphy masters can have. Now Xiao You, at this young age, has already had such a realm, which makes them all a little stunned. In amazement, everyone was unwilling to move.

The person who had bet with Xiao Yong before also looked at Xiao You with bright eyes. The bet with Xiao Yong was a little joking, but Xiao You's situation at this time also shows that he is not simple. Perhaps, he had already lost before the bet started this time.

But he didn't care much about this. Seeing his old friend's son become a talent, his gratitude had surpassed others.

Five minutes later, the ink had been ground. Xiao You suddenly opened his eyes and gently patted the table. A brush bounced directly from the desk.

This brush was originally hung. Xiao You had already chosen it before he wanted to write and placed it on the pen holder.

At this time, Xiao You bounced up directly, and he took the pen like lightning, smeared it lightly in the ink pool of the inkstone, and then wrote it in a pen!

The fonts were vividly displayed on the paper. After a moment, Xiao You swept his pen and hooked it in the ink pond again, and then wrote a crazy book.

Everyone watched Xiao You's movements quietly, ignoring the others at all.

At the same time, the shock in the eyes became increasingly intense, and finally reached an unbelievable level.

After Xiao You breathed a sigh of relief, he wrote four words directly, and then he put down the brush in his hand. He let out a light breath, and the words on the paper were also spread in moderation at the same time.

At this moment, Xiao You suddenly chose another brush and wrote his name on the other end: Xiao You, Deep Water!

"The journey of success is thousands of miles!"

These four words are a journey of thousands of miles. Xiao You has ambitions in his heart, and he is also arrogant and arrogant. The brushwork of this character is still arrogant and resolute, but it has a hint of embarrassment. He is unsolvable and does not know how to go in the future!

Everyone's eyes were all on this character, and they were all immersed in Xiao You's emotions.

Infect others through calligraphy. Only a generation of people can do this!
Chapter completed!