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Chapter 105 I am the real father (15)

Hearing this, Mo Ci's eyes darkened slightly and he turned around and replied.

"Old man, you're joking. My words mean nothing. It's cold outside. Come in and sit down."

As he spoke, Mo Ci pushed the two children into the room and made a gesture of invitation to the old man.

The old man's eyes lingered on the couplet outside the door for a while, then he nodded and walked into the room. Mo Ci also closed the door to isolate himself from the wind and snow outside.

Once inside, there was no cold wind, so it was a bit warmer.

But even though it was a room filled with plants, it was still a bit cold.

So Mo Ci took out the stove beside him, lit the fire skillfully, and said to the two children.

"Yijin, Yicheng, bring some cups over."

The two children were a little curious about strangers, but they met many strangers every day, so although they were curious, they did not do anything unnecessary.

They went to get the cups very obediently, and at this moment, the old man spoke.

"You two children are quite well-behaved."

Mo Ci followed his words and looked at the two chubby figures, nodding in response.

"Well, the two children are very obedient."

This topic seemed to be just an opportunity for the two people to talk, and soon the old man changed the subject.

"You said you wrote the couplet outside. How long have you been practicing calligraphy?"

How long have you been practicing?

Mo Ci thought about it carefully and it was probably... something that happened in the previous life, but he definitely couldn't say that.

What's more, despite his current wealthy status, he was almost illiterate before, so talking about practicing calligraphy was simply nonsense.

so... ...

"About a year."

When the old man heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at Mo Ci with inquiry. It was impossible to write words like that without ten or eight years of practice.

One year? Either the person in front of him was deceiving him, or the other party was exaggerating.

However, no matter which one it was, he had a bad impression of Mo Ci at this moment.

Mo Ci also felt it almost at the moment when the other party's attitude changed, but Mo Ci didn't think too much about it.

After all, Qian Fugui's life story is there, and he can't talk nonsense.

As for the old man in front of me, he doesn't look like an ordinary person. After talking to him more, he will naturally change his bad ideas.

"I see you don't have any writing utensils here. Are they not placed here?"

The old man spoke again, but his sharp eyes were always on Mo Ci. He had met so many people that he would not be deceived so easily.

The reason I ask this now is just to confirm what kind of person Mo Ci belongs to.

Mo Ci nodded, "This place is mainly used to buy and sell potted plants. Those things are for home use."

As he spoke, Mo Ci seemed completely unaware of the other party's temptation and continued.

"Looking at your posture, old man, it seems that you know a lot about calligraphy, right?"

The old man saw clearly that Mo Ci did not have the slightest hint of timidity, but rather confidence. This made the old man a little puzzled. Could it be that he had misjudged the person?

On the surface, the old man subconsciously straightened his chest, and a bit of pride appeared on his face.

"Well, I've studied calligraphy for many years. Calligraphy is so unique to each person. Often, you can see a person's character from their handwriting."

This may not sound like much, but it has a profound meaning.

Mo Ci listened and just nodded, "What the old man said is true. I am not good enough. I didn't study hard before, but I slowly picked it up later."

Mo Ci said it casually, but the old man's eyes showed curiosity. He didn't study hard before, but now he can write like the couplets by practicing calligraphy?

This is truly a rough diamond!

Of course, the prerequisite for it to be a rough jade is that Mo Ci is not lying.

At this time, two children came over with clean cups and the chrysanthemum tea they had dried together before.

The two children handed the things to Mo Ci, then sat obediently on the other side and picked up the picture books to read together.

The scene looked particularly heartwarming, and it was when the old man saw this scene that he became confused again.

He had just heard Mo Ci call these two children, one was called "Yi Jin" and the other was called "Yi Cheng". No matter how you sounded, these names didn't sound like those given by someone who had not studied well.

Thinking of this, the old man simply stopped beating around the bush, took the chrysanthemum tea handed to him by Mo Ci, and started talking.

"My name is Zhang He. I wonder if I can see your handwriting in person?"

Zhang? Mo Ci's mind instantly flashed back to the people with the surname Zhang that he had read about before. However, his channels for obtaining information were limited.

Nowadays, except for explosive news like that about the Tang family that can be found on mobile phones, other news almost all appears in newspapers.

However, the newspaper is so small, and the country is so big, how much can be registered?

Although he didn't find anything related to the Zhang family name, Mo Ci nodded and said, "Okay, but I'm afraid I'll make you, an expert, laugh at me later."

"will not."

As Zhang He spoke, he saw that Mo Ci was still calm and confirmed that the couplet was indeed written by Mo Ci, but this did not mean that Mo Ci could really write to such a level in just one year.

"Excuse me, I'm going to get something."

Seeing this, Mo Ci had no choice but to say this. Since he couldn't refuse, he would just deal with it.

Anyway, whether it is a blessing or a curse, we have to wait and see.

As soon as he left, Zhang He stood up and walked around to the two children. Seeing how focused they were, he felt more and more that Mo Ci was not studying hard as he said.

Zhang He also had a peaceful smile on his face, "Little friends, how old are you this year?"

Zhang He's question made Qian Yijin and Qian Yichen look up at him, and then the two children spoke in unison.

"We're five years old today."

When Zhang He heard this, he was stunned for a moment. Today was his fifth birthday, which meant that today was also the birthday of both of his children.

Unfortunately, he was just out for a walk and didn't bring anything with him, so he couldn't give the two children birthday presents.

Zhang He still liked the two cute and well-behaved children very much, but now he wanted to ask a few more questions, so he bent down and asked.

"You're five years old now. Grandpa's going to test you. Who wrote the couplet outside?"

Qian Yijin was the first to respond, "Dad wrote it. Dad is so awesome."

Seeing that Qian Yijin had finished speaking, Qian Yicheng could only nod his head and said, "Yeah."

Hearing this, Zhang He nodded in understanding, and then asked, "Dad is so amazing, so when did Dad start practicing calligraphy?"

Qian Yicheng couldn't answer this question. When he followed Mo Ci, Mo Ci had already started practicing calligraphy, so Qian Yicheng looked at Qian Yijin.

Qian Yijin replied seriously, "I know."

Then he started to hang his head and count on his fingers. After a while, he said, "Dad started writing nine months ago and bought me many books."

Nine months? Less than a year?!