After the two were ready, Lin Shuisheng changed into more decent clothes before leaving the house with Feng Chengcheng.

All the way to the Feng family villa in the suburbs, the car stopped outside the gate.

When the housekeeper Lao Zhang saw that it was Feng Chengcheng's car, he came out of the guard room in advance and opened the iron fence door.

Lin Shuisheng and Feng Chengcheng got out of the car.

"Hello Uncle Zhang."

Feng Chengcheng walked over and shouted sweetly.

"Miss Two."

The housekeeper Lao Zhang bowed slightly to Feng Chengcheng.

Lin Shuisheng took the initiative to go over and greet him: "Hello Uncle Zhang."

The housekeeper Lao Zhang also nodded slightly when he saw Lin Shuisheng: "Mr. Lin, you have to come too much for nothing. The master and his wife often talk about you."

Lin Shuisheng smiled and followed Feng Chengcheng into the villa. When he arrived at the hall, Dong Mingzhu was sitting on the sofa on the first floor watching TV. When she saw Feng Chengcheng and Lin Shuisheng coming, she hurriedly got up to greet her: "Ashen, come, sit down quickly."

Lin Shuisheng handed the spiritual water in his hand over and said, "Grandma, I didn't bring you any gifts. This is the spiritual water I promised you last time."

"Haha, what gift should I bring?

There is nothing short of the house. This spiritual water is enough. You don’t know that after you said it last time, grandma has always remembered it..." Dong Mingzhu smiled, then called the two of them to sit down. Feng Chengcheng also asked Dong Mingzhu, "Where is my grandfather?"

Dong Mingzhu replied: "I'm practicing calligraphy in the study room. He said that after Asheng comes, he will ask Asheng to go to the study room to find him."

Feng Chengcheng asked again: "Didn't you tell me to go?"

Dong Mingzhu smiled: "No."

"Oh," Feng Chengcheng said dissatisfiedly: "Grandpa doesn't want granddaughter if he has a grandson-in-law!"

Lin Shuisheng was speechless when he heard this. She was quite good at calculating when he said he wanted to be her husband.

However, when he heard that Feng Hu was looking for him, he also got up and went to the study.

Lin Shuisheng visited Feng Hu's study last time, and this time he was familiar with it.

When they arrived at Feng Hu's study, Lin Shuisheng knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Feng Hu's voice came from the room.

Lin Shuisheng twisted the door handle, pushed open the study door and walked in.

Feng Hu was wearing a loose white home clothes today, and was now behind the desk, holding a brush in his right hand, writing intently.

The house was well-decorated and elegant. Lin Shuisheng didn't bother him at first sight. He closed the door and stood beside Feng Hu.

Feng Hu wrote a poem by a great man, "Qinyuanchun."

Snow".

The scenery of the north is filled with ice, snow falls thousands of miles... His writing is like a dragon and a snake, and his whole body exudes a sense of momentum, which makes Lin Shuisheng unable to help but nod.

Until after writing, Feng Hu finished his pen and breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Lin Shuisheng and said, "Asheng, how do you think of this word?"

Lin Shuisheng didn't understand calligraphy, so he could only say based on his own feelings: "Grandpa, I don't understand this, but I feel that the words you wrote are very imposing."

Feng Hu laughed loudly when he heard this: "Haha... Good boy, he has a good vision!"

Seeing that Feng Hu was very helpful, Lin Shuisheng was glad that he did not flatter him.

"Do you know how to write calligraphy?"

Feng Hu asked Lin Shuisheng.

Lin Shuisheng shook his head when he heard this.

"Come on, I'll take a look at it with two words."

"I can't write it, he..." Lin Shuisheng said in a little embarrassed manner.

"You can't write calligraphy, but you can't write yet?

Just write and play."

Feng Hu said as he picked up the brush and handed it to Lin Shuisheng.

Seeing that Lin Shuisheng could not escape, he had to stand at the desk with a tough bullet.

After standing up, Lin Shuisheng was also a little distressed. He knew best how his writing was written, but the pen was not very good, and the brush calligraphy was even more messy. If he really wrote it, it would not be enough to make people laugh.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a headache. I turned around and looked around. Suddenly his eyes lit up. Yes, I know magic power, why don’t I write a word to change the Feng Shui or something in this room.

With an idea, Lin Shuisheng's immortal power broke through the tip of the pen and wrote four big words on the paper: "Tranquility and far-reaching!"

What he wrote was really not very good. Although the strokes were smooth, it was just like that, and it looked like a primary school student was scratching randomly.

"Uh..." Feng Hu saw Lin Shuisheng's decisive writing, and his face sucked.

He asked Lin Shuisheng to write, which naturally did not make Lin Shuisheng look ugly. Even if Lin Shuisheng wrote badly, he would still praise him.

But now the word Lin Shuisheng... how can you praise him?

But Lin Shuisheng put the pen and turned to look at Feng Hu: "Grandpa, how do you think these two words are written?"

"This..." Feng Hu finished his question, and then his expression became solemn: "Asheng, don't write your words randomly, as they are easy to make people laugh."

"Haha... Grandpa, you're saying this is too right. I can't write this word randomly. Just these four words, if someone wants to buy it, it will cost at least millions."

Lin Shuisheng laughed loudly.

"Um?"

Feng Hu was stunned when he heard this, then frowned and said, "Boy, what do you mean?

I didn't see any special brushwork in your word?"

"Haha, grandpa, this is not a matter of brushwork. Now pick up this decorative character and take a look."

Lin Shuisheng’s mysterious Tao.

"oh?"

Feng Hu raised his eyebrows, then moved his hands together to lift the words up, and carefully looked at the four words.

The more he looked at the expression on his face, the more serious the more he looked. After a while, his hands trembled a little: "Good...good handwriting, good handwriting, it's really worth millions."

"No! Such words can't be sold for millions, haha..." Feng Hu laughed loudly at this point.

"Grandpa, why are you laughing at?"

Just as Feng Hu finished speaking, the door had been pushed open by Feng Chengcheng.

"Haha, Cheng Cheng, come and see the words written by Asheng."

Feng Hu said with the letter.

"ah?

Just this word?

Grandpa, I'll write a picture that is much better than him."

Feng Chengcheng looked at Lin Shuisheng's words and felt curious.

"Go and go, what do you know? Asheng is not an ordinary word. If you look carefully, you will be able to understand the mystery of it."

Feng Hu said angrily.

"ah?

Take a closer look?"

Feng Chengcheng said in confusion, and then he also took the words seriously.

After looking at it for a while, her eyes were shocked and inexplicably: "This... this word is so amazing. At first glance, it looks like a child who is a beginner in calligraphy. But after looking carefully for a long time, she feels very quiet and her body is very relaxed. How did this... do this?"

"Then you have to ask Asheng, this word comes from his hand."

Feng Hu also turned to look at Lin Shuisheng as he said.

Lin Shuisheng was uncomfortable when the two of them saw him, and scratched his head and said, "Hehe, this is actually a kind of character, and I learned it accidentally."

"character?"

The two of them were even more curious.

"Ashen, tell me quickly, what does this character mean?"
Chapter completed!