Just when the mean woman was a little weak-hearted, Old Man Long finally raised his head slowly, and his gaze moved from Jing Xi's words to her face.

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the young man who gave him a million-word painting as a meeting gift and said, "You come and write a picture for me to see." ”

Hearing this, Long Guang hesitated.

However, when I thought that I had also studied calligraphy for a period of time, and the words I wrote were always praised by the calligraphy teacher, I suddenly became confident.

Thinking that this was just an opportunity to show himself, he smiled and nodded, "Since Grandpa Long wants to see it, then I will be ugly!" ”

Seeing Long Guang nodding, everyone was stunned.

They didn't remind Long Guang not to agree, because they felt that he should still be a little self-aware, and it was impossible for him to go up and bring humiliation on himself.

But who would have thought that he would really dare to go up!

"Long Guang, don't mess around!"

Seeing that Long Guang was really about to walk over, a middle-aged man in formal clothes hurriedly shouted coldly.

Hearing the man's words, Long Guang's movements suddenly stopped in place.

When Old Man Long heard this, he looked at the middle-aged man's eyes with a hint of dissatisfaction.

He glanced at the middle-aged man coldly, and then said to Long Guang with a gentle expression, "Don't pay attention to him, come and write to me!" ”

Old Man Long's words were tantamount to giving Long Guang a reassurance.

Long Guang nodded slightly, and hurriedly walked to the desk.

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but was stopped by a look from Old Man Long.

Soon, the eight words "Blessing is like the East China Sea, Shoubi Nanshan" was written by Long Guang.

Long Guang looked at his words, which were even more beautiful than usual, and his face couldn't help but be dyed with a faint sense of pride.

He blew on the ink on the paper, then carefully picked it up and handed it to Old Man Long.

"Grandpa Long, this word is for you, it's ugly!"

When the mean woman saw the words on the paper, she couldn't help but raise her head.

In her opinion, the words written by Long Guang are even better than those written by Jing Xi.

However, Old Man Long sighed lightly and did not mean to take the paper.

He looked at the words written by Long Guang, and felt a little sorry for his paper and ink.

Then, he looked at Jing Xi, and the appreciation in his eyes became a little stronger.

It's really beautiful by contrast!

is obviously two people of the same age, one of them can't even write the words he can't reach, and the other is a level that he hasn't reached at the beginning, and the gap can be seen.

"Grandpa Long, are you, don't you like my words?"

Seeing that Old Man Long had not answered for a long time, Long Guang's eyes showed a hint of apprehension.

Hearing this, Old Man Long sighed lightly and said.

"After you go back, you have time to practice more calligraphy!"

When Long Guang heard this, his face suddenly froze.

Immediately, he tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "Thank you, Grandpa Long." ”

The mean woman was stunned for a moment, and her eyes immediately showed deeper anger when she looked at Old Man Long.

Her son's handwriting is obviously better than Jing Xi's, but Old Man Long humiliates her son so much, it's unreasonable!

However, she understands that the people on her side have a request for Old Man Long.

So although she was angry in her heart, she didn't dare to say anything.

What the mean woman didn't notice was that there was no hint of surprise or anger on the faces of the people around her.

After all, the scene in front of them was completely unexpected.

Long Guang casually threw the words on the desk, and a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes looking at Jing Xi.