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Wen Ye sighed tiredly, and walked over with hesitation.

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 good piece of 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.

Either yelling at him or just serving him on the board, it doesn't matter why he just writes casually when he comes to Qingning, he must treat him differently.

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

Wen Ye cried out in pain, "Dad, take it easy, your ears are going to fall off."

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

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

Mr. Wen looked at him, and tapped his fingers on the table, "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Wen Ye accepts his fate and writes, his sad fate.

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

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

No matter how he looked at it horizontally or 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 wild grass?

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

Mr. 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 write better."

Gu Qingning looked at the words she wrote calmly, her brows raised slightly.

Crazy?

Hearing the old man's hype-filled praise, Wen Ye's eyes widened.

Ah hello, is he serious?

It was written quite well, and 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 the words is like seeing a person, 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, raised her eyes to look at old man Wen, "I'm going to see grandma."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and left the study room. She felt dizzy when she saw that writing brush.

"I'll go with you."

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

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 the 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, and casually raised his legs, "Mom, we just came out of my father's study."