Chapter 567 Father Han’s Temptation

Although Father Han's tone was calm, he asked such a topic. This obviously meant that he did not believe in Xia Tian. In fact, this was normal, because Xia Tian's age did not look very old, and his skin color was ugly. He served as a soldier.

And he's a special forces soldier.

But the way and the momentum of Xia Tian's words just now did mean something like that.

Han's father also believed it a little bit, but later when he heard Xia Tian say that he was a special soldier, he didn't believe it at all, because he couldn't believe that the special forces could actually do this.

There are no special forces who are not bad, because special forces train in the sun all year round, and under normal circumstances, special forces will never retire at such a young age.

So he had questions.

"I didn't bring it." Xia Tian knew that what he said would definitely make Han's father distrust him even more, but he really didn't bring it. He didn't bring that kind of thing with him at all.

"Yes." There was no change on Father Han's face, but Xia Tian knew that he had begun to distrust himself.

"Dad, you saw that soldier who was a soldier carrying his certificate with him. It was like he was showing off that he was a soldier." Han Qingqing understood what his father meant, so he hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

"Yes." Father Han nodded. He was a little convinced by Han Qingqing, but he still maintained a neutral attitude.

"Dad, when we came up just now, he praised your paintings and calligraphy for being beautiful." Han Qingqing immediately started to flatter her father.

"Do you also know calligraphy and painting?" Father Han looked at Xia Tian and asked.

Hearing her father's words, Han Qingqing was slightly startled. She just wanted to change the subject, but she didn't expect her father to ask such a question again. If Xia Tian couldn't understand, then he was being hypocritical. If If he understood, then with Han's father's character, he would definitely let Xia Tian come up to show off.

Xia Tian also understood the meaning of Han's father's words, but this time he was not humble, but said directly: "I understand a little."

Although last time he wrote crookedly when he competed with those people from the island country in calligraphy.

But that was all on purpose.

He has practiced calligraphy with his father since he was a child. As for painting, although he did not get the true inheritance from his father, he is definitely good at it.

"Oh? So humble. I happen to have everything at home. Let's go and try it together." Han's father said excitedly after hearing Xia Tian's words. He is a literary person, and this is what he values ​​most.

It just so happens that this is also a good opportunity to test Xia Tian.

So he stood up directly and walked to the study.

"I asked you to do it, what should I do now? You can't say you can't do it. My father is a senior calligrapher." Han Qingqing said in a low voice.

"It's okay." Xia Tian smiled slightly. He did not explain, but followed directly. Han Qingqing could only follow helplessly. She was thinking about what to say for a while.

She knew her father's temper, and what she hated the most was people who didn't know how to pretend to understand.

You don't have much ability but you still come out to brag.

So if Xia Tian doesn't write well, she might be kicked out by her father. How many college students nowadays can write calligraphy? Even if they can, how can they write good calligraphy?

How could she possibly catch her father's eye?

"Oops, what can we do?" Han Qingqing said depressedly.

Father Han's study room is very large. The surrounding bookshelves are filled with books. There is a large table next to the books. At this time, all the pens, inks, papers and inkstones are on the table, and there is a written word on the table.

It is a clear word.

The ink hadn't dried yet, so it was obvious that Father Han had written it before Xia Tian and the others came in.

"What a great calligraphy. The writing is strong and neat, with a completely unique style." Xia Tian praised.

"Come and give it a try and write it down clearly." Father Han said expressionlessly.

"Dad, Tanoshi just arrived, don't scare him." Han Qingqing said hurriedly. She didn't want Xia Tian to make a fool of herself, otherwise her plan would be ruined. If she didn't say that she had a boyfriend, then her mother would I would call her every day to tell her about it, and I would also prepare a blind date for her.

This was what she couldn't bear the most.

At first she could hide, but later, her mother simply went to the unit to look for her. If she didn't go, her mother would jump off the building.

"What do you know? Just watch." Han's father directly laid out the paper for Xia Tian.

Then Xia Tian walked directly to the square table and gently picked up the brush. His posture when holding the brush was very strange.

"This pig head can't even hold a brush. He dared to tell me that it was okay. This time it was really bad." Han Qingqing felt very speechless. She didn't expect that Xia Tian couldn't even hold a brush.

How can I write this? If I don’t even know the basic skills, I’m writing this. This is a complete joke.

Father Han kept shaking his head when he saw the way Xia Tian held the pen.

At this moment, Xia Tian made a big stroke.

A wild cursive word appeared in front of the two of them. When he saw the written word, Han's father was stunned. Xia Tian's seemingly random stroke just now made him extremely surprised, because the speed and strength of the stroke just now were so great. alright.

Moreover, the current clear calligraphy is simply perfect. There is no one like Xia Tian who can write such wild cursive writing at his age.

"Uh!" Han Qingqing was startled, and then looked at Xia Tian with a strange expression. Now she suddenly felt that Xia Tian was omnipotent, knowing everything, and doing everything very well.

Just like writing now, just now she thought that Xia Tian couldn't write at all, but now it seems that Xia Tian's writing ability is not small at all.

Even her father was full of praise.

"Good calligraphy, good calligraphy. This kind of cursive writing can be said to be perfect. The handwriting is well connected and flawless." Han Qingqing's father kept nodding, and his eyes were all attracted by the word "Qing".

"What are you doing? I'm a guest now, and you came to lead the study to write." Mother Han looked at Father Han and said dissatisfiedly. Her words seemed to be speaking for Xia Tian, ​​but in fact Anyone with a bit of brains would be able to tell that she now regarded Xia Tian as an outsider.

"Yes." Father Han, perhaps feeling a little rude, said directly: "Let's go out for tea."

After what happened just now, Han's father has a great change in his view of Xia Tian. He is a literary person and his family is a literary family. He naturally appreciates those talented people. In his eyes, Xia Tian's handwriting just now is very special. Talented.

"What is this? Why does it have such a strong smell of Chinese medicine?" Mother Han said as she picked up the bag that Xia Tian brought over.

"It's a beauty salon for women." Xia Tian said with a smile on his face.