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   Seeing that Gu Qingning didn\'t write for a long time, Mr. Wen thought she was nervous, put away his usual serious expression, and said in a gentle tone, "It\'s okay, don\'t feel pressured, just write whatever you want, it doesn\'t matter if you can\'t write well."

  Gu Qingning looked a little helpless, she was not under pressure, but just felt that a piece of good rice paper was wasted.

  She looked down at the rice paper on the table, and wrote down calmly.

  Standing beside her, Wen Ye\'s forehead faintly slipped down a black line, it\'s okay to be so partial in front of him.

   It\'s either yelling at him, or just serving him with a board. How come it becomes just writing casually at Qingning, it doesn\'t matter, he treats him differently.

  He turned his head to see how Gu Qingning was writing, but unexpectedly, a hand grabbed his ear.

  Wen Ye screamed in pain, "Dad, be gentle, your ears are going to fall off."

  Old man Wen withdrew his hand and snorted softly, "Write your own."

   Wen Ye rubbed his ears resentfully, doubting again whether he was his own son.

  Old man Wen looked at him, curled his fingers and tapped the table, "Hurry up, don\'t dawdle."

  Wen Ye resigned to his fate to write, his tragic fate.

  During the period, Gu Qingning had already finished writing. As soon as she put down the pen, Mr. Wen immediately cast his gaze.

   Touching the words she wrote, he froze in place with an indescribable expression.

  Even if he looked horizontally and vertically, he couldn\'t see what words she wrote.

  He wanted to ask her, but he was afraid of hurting her self-esteem, so he was in a dilemma and didn\'t know how to ask her.

  The sudden silence made Wen Ye a little strange.

   Turning his head, seeing the words written by Gu Qingning, his brows twitched fiercely.

   Fuck.

   Could this be the legendary crazy grass?

  He bluntly said that the brush calligraphy he just practiced when he was a child was better than hers.

  Old man Wen came back to his senses, stroked his beard, and praised without hesitation, "You write very well, with such a wild style. As long as you practice more, you will definitely get better at writing."

  Gu Qingning looked at the handwriting she wrote calmly, her eyebrows raised slightly.

  Crazy grass?

  Wen Ye\'s eyes widened when he heard the old man\'s extravagant praise.

   Hey, is he serious?

  The writing was pretty good, he didn\'t believe he could see what Qing Ning wrote.

  He picked up the rice paper written by Gu Qingning, and compared her face very seriously, "Seeing words is like seeing people, this sentence doesn\'t seem right."

  Gu Qingning gave him a cool look, whether he was praising her or hurting her.

   Wen Ye asked again, "Did you do it on purpose?"

  Gu Qingning ignored him, and looked up at Mr. Wen, "I\'ll go see grandma."

   After she finished speaking, she turned and left the study, and she felt dizzy when she saw the writing brush.

   "I\'ll go with you."

  Wen Ye didn\'t even want coffee, and hurriedly chased after Gu Qingning and ran out.

   If he doesn\'t run now, when will he wait? He doesn\'t want to be held here by the old man to practice calligraphy.

  In the blink of an eye, both of them disappeared.

  Old Man Wen laughed angrily, packed up his brush, and then seriously studied Gu Qingning\'s handwriting.

  What kind of word is this written, he frowned and pondered.

  The door of the room was left open.

   As soon as Gu Qingning walked in, Wen Ye followed.

   "Qingning is here, come quickly." Mrs. Wen woke up and was resting on the bed. When she saw the two of them coming, a smile appeared on her face.

   "The old man is downstairs, have you met him?"

  Gu Qingning nodded.

  Wen Ye sat beside Mrs. Wen, raised his legs casually, "Mom, we just came out of my dad\'s study."