Madam is too good to win

Fan Ziming's complexion was not very good-looking, and he was suspicious and cautious. He believed in Professor Wei, but he couldn't doubt his nephew, so he was a little undecided for a while.

"But how did I hear that you are a proud student who got into Beijing University with a lot of connections? You have always been at the bottom of your grades, and now you are about to graduate. For your own future, you are thinking about how to cling to the rich and powerful, but now you are the same I said she is an honest and reliable person? How can you tell me to believe it?"

Hua Yu lowered her head, and the corners of her mouth twitched in the dark, thinking that Gong Xuyao ​​really put a lot of thought into this time, almost all of her past black history was brought out by him to Master Fan...

Why didn't he mention that the two had been in a relationship, and that he gave her a cuckold?
Professor Wei narrowed his eyes when he heard the words: "That's because you don't know. The child was actually hiding his clumsiness two years before entering school. After two years, he no longer concealed his edge. His academic performance has already improved by leaps and bounds. This is no secret in Beijing University." , you can check it with your fingers.”

Fan Ziming was stunned for a moment, and his face was visibly shaken when he heard Professor Wei say that there was real evidence.

Seeing that he still had this unwilling expression, Professor Wei gave him a hard look: "Besides, as I said just now, there are not a few people in school who like to spread rumors. You and I are both at this age. Don’t you understand the reason why a man becomes a tiger?”

"That's Hua Yu, who can still hold her breath and keep her own heart amidst all the messy voices around her...Old Fan, if you deny such a hard-working child, you know it's easy for you What kind of impact will one sentence have on her?"

After saying that, Professor Wei didn't say a word, but his face was tense, as if he wanted to protect his favorite student no matter what he said.

Hua Yu never thought that Professor Wei would see her so highly in his heart, and his heart was moved: "Professor Wei is ridiculously praised, and I would like to thank you for teaching the students all the time in the past two years, and for your kindness to the students." The students never give up."

Fan Ziming lowered his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Although the outside world has rumored that he has an eccentric personality and is a person who accepts death, most of the time he is just a knife-mouthed bean curd.

It was precisely because Professor Wei understood him that he had just brought up a young man's future to hold him in his hands.

And the truth he learned from Professor Wei this time, as well as Huayu's humility and courtesy in her conversation, inevitably touched him...

Seeing that he was silent, Professor Wei was obviously moved by persuasion, so he slowed down his tone and persuaded: "We are all quite old people, so embarrassing a little girl, what does it look like, why don't you just listen to her thoughts , just to sell me face, okay?"

Fan Ziming, who had been silent all this time, finally raised his head and gave him a blank look: "Joke, why should I make things difficult for the younger generation?"

But still inevitably hesitated for a while, then turned to Huayu with a stiff face, cleared her throat and said, "Since yesterday, this girl has said that she wants to exchange my calligraphy and painting with other calligraphy and painting, but what about your painting? "

He frowned deeply, looked Huayu up and down, he didn't look like he was carrying a calligraphy and painting with him at all, that's why he always felt that Huayu was perfunctory to him.

Professor Wei secretly flirted with Hua Yu, Hua Yu immediately understood that Fan Ziming was about to change his mind, immediately bowed deeply, and said respectfully: "Master, this junior is not talented, and he wants to use the calligraphy and painting that he made now. I'll exchange it with you for an authentic one...so, I'm afraid this junior will have to bother you to borrow some pens, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Her sudden answer, no, it should be said that the sudden explanation in her sentence shocked the two respected elders in the entire capital for a moment, and they didn't react for a long time.

Probably, no one has ever stood in front of me in this life and said such words in such a tone that is neither humble nor overbearing and is bound to win!
Fan Ziming felt angry and funny for a while, but when he looked at Huayu again, he felt that although the girl was humble, there was an unusual confidence and arrogance in her bones: "Interesting, it's the first time I see someone using such a Ask me for calligraphy and painting in the same way."

After saying that, Fan Ziming turned cold: "Your name is Hua Yu, right? It seems that you are still very confident in your own strength?"

Hua Yu lowered her head: "I don't dare to say anything because I'm confident, but I'm just doing what I like."

"Follow what you like?" Fan Ziming was taken aback, and looked at Professor Wei who was equally astonished. What do you say?
Hua Yu said: "The younger generation is good at copying. I learned that Master Fan admired General Fengyi during the Xuanyuan Dynasty, so I specially studied and copied her paintings..." This is what she tried hard to find out before she came to see Fan Ziming yesterday, but she just kept looking at it. No chance to speak out.

Fan Ziming's face was much more serious, and his curiosity towards Hua Yu was more than his suspicion, "Get in the car, I want to see how you have the courage, little girl."

Hearing his words, Hua Yu didn't react at the first moment, until Professor Wei coughed lightly, she suddenly came back to her senses, with a happy face: "Thank you, Master Fan."

Turning to Professor Wei again: "Thank you, Professor Wei!"

The driver opened the car door for Hua Yu, and Hua Yu also got into the car, and followed them into Fan Ziming's half-mountain villa.

The decoration style of the villa is based on an antique style, which is very in line with Fan Ziming's preferences. The interior furnishings and appliances are all high-quality red sandalwood, and a strong book atmosphere can be seen everywhere.

Ling Huayu couldn't help shaking her head.

Fan Ziming led the two of them to the study room, ordered the servants to prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and then raised his hand to Hua Yu: "Please, let me see what skills you have."

He remained calm, still stern, but the light in his eyes was vaguely mixed with excitement, and he sat down with Professor Wei and drank tea.

Hua Yu quickly stabilized her mind and suppressed her physical discomfort before deciding to write.

Having not touched this thing for a long time, Hua Yu felt unfamiliar at first, but soon her writing skills became smoother and smoother, and she regained the old feeling.

Fan Ziming and Professor Wei thought nothing of it at first, but they were gradually attracted by Huayu's flowing movements. When they recovered, they both put down their tea cups and stood in front of Huayu's desk.

Seeing the paintings written by Hua Yu, both of them had obvious surprises in their eyes, and Fan Ziming's pupils trembled even more excitedly.

Several people were too focused, and half an hour passed quickly. Hua Yu waited for the ink on the rice paper to dry a little, then picked up the "Spring Garden Tour" that he had thought of on the spur of the moment, and handed it to Fan Ziming.

Fan Ziming's heart was already horrified beyond measure. If he hadn't seen such smooth lines and mature strokes with his own eyes, how could he believe that this painting was made by a little girl in her early twenties!