My daughter is so annoying

The women Yang Yueyue, Li Hui, Qingqing, Li Xueer, and Liu Haocun didn't move at all. They all looked very thin, but they all said they wanted to lose weight.

ten o'clock.

It's quiet outside, the small western-style building has a single door and a courtyard, so there's no need to worry about affecting other people.

Obviously, this little guy fell asleep in Li Xueer's arms when he made a fuss until nine o'clock.

Qingqing and Xiao Yuer were also ordered to go to bed by Fang Cheng.

A group of adults gradually stopped talking after chatting.

They looked up at the sky, and the things in their minds were all different.

Fang Cheng looked up at the starry sky, raised his wine glass, and muttered thank you to himself.

……

September, the school season.

As soon as the summer vacation is over, Qingqing and Xiao Yu'er will be students in the third grade of junior high school. The courses are multi-tasking. After school every day, the two of them have endless test papers and exercises.

Fang Cheng was with her every day, either practicing calligraphy when the two daughters were doing their homework, or practicing oral English while the daughter was reciting words and texts.

It was a fulfilling day.

As for Yang Yueyue, she also managed to get out of the predicament of her age, and now she is busier than Fang Cheng every day, either going to the beauty salon with Liu Xiaolan, or chatting with Liang Xiaoqiao and Li Hui at home.

This morning, Fang Cheng received a text message from Guo Hai, saying that his old man and Miao Yu's father would be coming soon, so Fang Cheng should get ready.

After reading the text message, Fang Cheng was stunned.

Guo Zhenjiang and Miao Yu's father, what did they ask of him?

Fang Cheng quickly sent a voice message to ask Guo Hai why, but Guo Hai didn't reply.

Nine thirty.

A car horn blared outside.

Fang Cheng rushed out to greet him, and Guo Hai actually drove over.

Guo Zhenjiang, who had a strong aura, got out of the car first, and Miao Yu, who had met once, also got out of the car by the hand of an old man on crutches.

Fang Cheng stepped forward and said, "Uncle Guo, why are you here?"

Before Guo Zhenjiang had time to speak, Guo Hai immediately ran out of the car and took Fang Cheng's hand and said, "Didn't I bring home a copy of your writing last time? After I took it home, I hung it on the wall as a decoration." , Today my dad and Uncle Tian went to my house, and when they saw that word, they asked who wrote it, and when I said it was written by you, they didn't believe it, and insisted that I bring them to you to have a look."

"Ah?" Fang Cheng didn't react for a while.

Guo Zhenjiang asked straight to the point: "Did you really write that word?"

"Yes."

Tian Yu's father, Tian Weiguo, stepped forward and said excitedly: "I have never seen a person who has only practiced calligraphy for more than half a year, and he can write so well. If you really wrote that calligraphy, can you write it today?" Write us another copy?"

Although Tian Weiguo is in his early 60s, he still speaks with great momentum, leaving no room for rejection.

Guo Hai introduced the old man to Fang Cheng, and after Fang Cheng said hello, he brought him into the yard.

Tian Yu was very happy from the beginning to the end. This time he came to Shanghai to accompany his father and his old comrade-in-arms Guo Zhenjiang. It was a surprise for Tian Yu to see his idol Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng nodded blankly and said, "Okay...Okay."

Several people followed Fang Cheng into the house.

It happened that Liang Xiaoqiao was also there, running a few cups of tea with Yang Yueyue for the two old people.

On the dinner table, there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Before Fang Cheng received the information, he was just preparing to copy the preface of the Lanting Collection, and before he could write it, Guo Hai brought people here.

Fang Cheng held a brush, dipped it in ink, and said to the two old men, "Then I'll make a fool of myself."

Guo Zhenjiang and Guo Hai stood aside, Tian Yu supported Tian Weiguo and stood aside, all eyes were on Fang Cheng's subordinates.

Fang Cheng was a little nervous, but he still took a deep breath, and as usual, he wrote eight large characters on the white paper fluently - self-improvement, virtuous bearing.

After Guo Zhenjiang and Tian Weiguo finished watching, the latter said in surprise, "You really only practiced calligraphy for half a year?"

"Yes."

Tian Weiguo was dumbfounded. After retiring from the army, he had been studying calligraphy at home because of inconvenient legs and feet. It has been a few years now. He thought that his handwriting was already good, but when he saw the handwriting written by Fang Cheng today, he suddenly was hit.

After half a year, you can practice to this level, is this still human?

Guo Zhenjiang smiled and said, "Can you write in running script?"

Fang Cheng said honestly, "I've been copying the preface to the Lanting Collection recently."

"Is there any good work copied?"

"Yes, but I'm still not very satisfied." Fang Cheng walked to the coffee table, squatted down, and found a piece of rice paper that was crumpled up from the ground. Well, I just put it there, I was going to throw it away."

Guo Zhenjiang is a man who likes to collect calligraphy and paintings. He also has a lot of research on calligraphy. When he saw Fang Cheng's copy of the scrap manuscript, he looked at it very seriously.

half an hour.

"You have talent."

Tian Weiguo said with a smile: "This is not only a talent, it is a genius."

Hearing her father's high evaluation, Tian Yu also looked at Fang Cheng like a nympho.

Fang Cheng said modestly: "I'm fine at home, just practice casually."

Tian Weiguo said: "Why don't you write another word and treat it as a gift to me. If you go to the capital someday, I will treat you well."

"Don't dare."

Fang Cheng took away the rice paper with the words 'Self-improvement, Commitment and Commitment' written on it, dipped the ink with a Langhao brush, and began to write again.

The big river goes east, and the waves wash away.

A romantic figure of the ages.

Therefore, to the west of the rampart, the humanity is, the Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi.

The rocks pierced through the sky, and the stormy waves hit the shore.