Wei Tao's conditions in all aspects were very good, and she really didn't want Xiaohui to miss this opportunity, otherwise it would be difficult to find such a good son-in-law in the future.
Wen Xiaohui said clearly: "Mom, I will not divorce Li Yiyang."
Since it is impossible for her and Wei Tao, she should make everything clear and not give Wei Tao a chance.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Zhang Qin really wanted to scold Xiaohui, but she was afraid that Xiaohui would leave just like that, and it was really impossible for those two people.
Fortunately, after Wei Tao heard this, he did not feel any displeasure. Instead, he showed admiration: "There are not many people with true temperament like Miss Wen. I am meeting you this time because I actually want to make friends. As for other things,
Everything, let everything take its course!"
Originally, Wen Xiaohui was planning to leave, but after hearing Wei Tao's words, she felt a little embarrassed, as if she was wishful thinking that others were interested in her.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, what is there about her that deserves to be liked by others!
She is married and has children, and her family situation is not good.
Wei Tao is a student who has returned from studying abroad. His family owns a company. He has a good life and is not married yet.
Thinking about it with your toes, you know that it is impossible for others to like you.
Maybe she was meeting her because of the pressure from her family to get married. Thinking of this, she apologized and said, "Mr. Wei, don't get me wrong. I have no other intention. I just think you can find someone better!"
However, her answer seemed to Wei Tao to be a disguised show of kindness.
Wei Tao smiled and nodded: "Miss Wen doesn't need to apologize, I understand!"
"Don't just chat, drink coffee, the coffee is cold!" Ju Xiang said at the right time.
Just when Wen Xiaohui and Wei Tao met, the calligraphy competition officially began.
Li Yiyang and Wen Chuangao were sitting in the guest seats. The contestants were all young students, standing on the playing field one by one, writing with brushes.
The content of the competition is very simple. Competitors must use official script to write down their experience in practicing calligraphy. The number of words must be within sixty characters, and the time must not exceed ten minutes.
Official script, also known as Han Li, is a common solemn font in Chinese characters. The writing effect is slightly wide and flat, with long horizontal strokes and short straight strokes. It is rectangular in shape and pays attention to "silkworm head and wild goose tail" and "twists and turns".
Official script originated in the Qin Dynasty and was compiled by Cheng Miao. It reached its peak in the Eastern Han Dynasty and had a considerable influence on later calligraphy. In the calligraphy circle, it is known as "Han Li Tang Kai".
The scoring criteria are based on writing, structure, glyphs, and effects.
There are three judges in total, Zheng Shunyao and Wang Haiyang, as well as Pan Yun, the vice president of the Calligraphy Association.
Because you need to think about the content of the game by yourself, so it takes some time.
After the game started, the people on the field thought about it for a few seconds and then started writing.
The scene was relatively quiet, everyone was waiting.
Time passed by, and He Laowu, who was sitting next to Wen Chuangao, whispered: "I guess he will definitely be Mr. Zheng's apprentice and win the top three."
Wen Chuangao glanced at him: "Aren't you talking nonsense? How can the apprentices taught by Mr. Zheng be bad?"
Not only they think so, but other guests also think so.
When they knew that Zheng Shunyao also brought several apprentices to participate in the competition, they concluded that the first winner in this competition would definitely be his apprentice.
It's not that Zheng Shunyao would be biased towards his apprentices, but the apprentices he taught would definitely be much better calligraphers than those who learned from training institutions.
After hearing what his father-in-law said, Li Yiyang whispered: "Dad, you guessed wrong. Not all Mr. Zheng Shunyao's apprentices won this competition!"
Wen Chuangao listened to Li Yiyang's determined tone and said displeasedly: "You don't know calligraphy, what are you talking about?"
"Dad, have you seen that young man?" Li Yiyang pointed to the young man on the right.
Because they were writing calligraphy with their backs to Li Yiyang and others, it was impossible to see their faces clearly, but it could be seen from the back that this young man was very fragile.
Wen Chuangao showed an impatient expression: "So what if I saw it?"
"This person will be today's champion!" Li Yiyang said firmly.
After listening to Li Yiyang's words, Wen Chuangao was a little angry and a little disappointed: "When will you change your habit of talking big words?
You think you are a god, whoever is said to be the champion is the champion."
He Laowu, who was on the side, also heard the conversation between the father-in-law and his son-in-law, and couldn't help but mocked: "Oh, Lao Gao, I have long heard that your son-in-law likes to brag, and when I saw him today, he really lived up to his reputation!"
Seeing He Laowu smiling unscrupulously, Wen Chuan Gao Sheng felt unyielding and said, "Why are you laughing? Maybe my son-in-law is right?"
He can speak to and scold his son-in-law, but others are not allowed!
He Laowu couldn't control himself and laughed for a long time, and then whispered intermittently: "Old...Old Gao, should you...shouldn't you want to say that your son-in-law was deceived, right?"
"Yes, I believe what happened to my son-in-law?" Wen Chuan raised his eyebrows, feeling quite protective.
Seeing that his father-in-law was on his side, Li Yiyang was in a good mood.
He said to He Laowu: "Uncle He, how about we make a bet?"
He Laowu is not afraid of Li Yiyang at all. Mr. Zheng Shunyao is famous for his uprightness and will not take sides in his actions.
So he didn't think that Zheng Shunyao would deliberately give the first place to that thin young man just because of Li Yiyang's bet.
In addition, the apprentices taught by Zheng Shunyao all have first-class calligraphy skills.
One of them even won an award in an international calligraphy competition and countless certificates of honor. With him, there is no way he could be compared to others.
So he definitely won this bet.
However, Wen Chuangao tugged at Li Yiyang's clothes uneasily: "What are you betting with him on? Who loses and who wins? What does it have to do with us?"
"Hey, Lao Wen, are you afraid?" He Laowu's tone was filled with a hint of sarcasm.
Although Wen Chuangao is a face-conscious person, he is no longer a young man in his twenties and has long passed the age of impulsiveness.
He knew that in today's competition, the winner could not be someone other than Mr. Zheng's apprentice.
That's why he wouldn't be fooled by He Laowu's aggressive tactics. He snorted arrogantly and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Li Yiyang.
"Uncle He, why is my father-in-law afraid? What do you want to bet on?"
Li Yiyang's behavior, in He Laowu's view, was just a reckless attempt to show off in front of his father-in-law.
He smiled and said: "Li Yiyang, you are quite calm and composed. Seeing how confident you are of winning, it would be a little unreasonable for me not to bet with you.
Since you want to bet, let's follow your father-in-law's previous bet. If the champion is the young man you mentioned, then I will continue to serve your father-in-law tea and water for another week.
But if you lose, then I don’t have to serve tea and water to your father-in-law."
"It seems that Uncle He will have to work hard for the past half month to serve tea and water for my father-in-law." Li Yiyang said immediately.
He Laowu's originally smiling expression suddenly stiffened, but soon returned to his normal expression: "It's useless to talk too fast, everything must be determined by the final result."