My Open Life [Quick Transmigration]

When the handsome guy in the store delivered the Chen Xuan Xiaoxiao wanted, Mr. Xiao from Moxiangzhai took a high look at Xiaoxiao, an expert.

Xiaoxiao took it and spread it on the desk, and began to grind the ink by herself, grinding slowly until the ink was thick. Xiaoxiao's ink grinding method is also very particular, and Mr. Xiao is looking forward to Xiaoxiao's works.

Xiaoxiao prepared everything, took the pen in hand, thought carefully, and soon a picture of "the cloud and the crane are a thousand years old, and the pines are evergreen." Ten words were written by Xiaoxiao's pen.As soon as Xiaoxiao put away the pen, Mr. Xiao shouted, "Okay, okay, okay. I didn't expect anyone else to be able to write Fei Bai so well. It's still from a young man. It's really good. This is a masterpiece."

While waiting for the ink to be collected, Song Jiwei's phone rang, "Jiwei, why haven't you come yet? What are you doing, Dad's face is ugly." On the other end of the phone was Song Jiwei's elder brother, who was tipping off Song Jiwei.

"Brother, I have to wait a little longer. Please tell me first, and I'll come as soon as I wait."

"Wait, you don't come again. If Dad really gets angry, you know, he hates people who are not punctual the most."

Song Jiwei didn't know how to answer his elder brother's words. He put the phone aside and asked Xiao Lao softly: "Uncle Xiao, are you sure this is a real Feibaishu. It's not pictographic characters." Song Jiwei himself doesn't know it, but he still heard some .His question made Mr. Xiao frowned in anger, "Are you questioning that I don't understand or think I'm talking nonsense."

"No, it's just that you know that the person who will really fly the white book is really..."

"Hey, I understand too. This Feibai book was popular in the Wei, Jin, Tang, and Song dynasties, and there were very few inheritors in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but what we know are some masters of poetry, calligraphy and painting, and some we just don't know. It doesn’t mean that no one will do it, isn’t there one? It seems true that the masters are among the people.”

"Then this counts everyone."

"Forget it, absolutely for sure, this picture, little girl, did you give it to old man Song?"

Old Xiao's tone was very envious, and he definitely didn't want to give this picture to Old Song.

"Old Xiao, yes. Weini and I made a bet. A picture of calligraphy is considered a birthday present. As long as Grandpa Song is satisfied, she will study hard with me. I am her tutor."

"This is not enough, what kind of gift can he be satisfied with. If Jiwei is not satisfied with your father, how about asking him to pass it on to me?"

"It's probably difficult. You've praised me so much. It's hard for my dad not to be dissatisfied. Hahahaha."

For the first time, Song Jiwei was not worried about being late for his father's birthday party, but happy instead.If the old man saw this gift, he would probably hate everyone else to death.He seemed to have forgotten that this gift was not from him either.He just forwarded it.

The people from Mo Xiangzhai quickly made the simplest frame for the calligraphy and painting.This is only temporary.It was mainly done by Mr. Xiao on his own initiative. He was afraid that if he took it like this, it would be damaged when people watched it.This is simple protection.

Song Weini knew that she had lost, but she didn't say anything, she was willing to admit defeat.This is the case with children of this age.In other respects, he may be foolish, but if he bets with people or speaks for his friends, he will definitely keep his word.Xiaoxiao paid for the rice paper, and said goodbye to the Song family and Mr. Xiao one by one.Ride your bicycle to the street to see.When she just paid the money, she felt sorry for the money, but now her bank card has shrunk a lot.She wants to find some part-time jobs on the street.

At the Song family, Song Jiwei's eldest brother, Song Jimin, glanced at the phone that was hung up.Song Jiwu, the second son of the Song family, said: "Why, the third brother hung up the phone."

"Well, the third son is so cowardly. I don't care. The old man is going to scold him. He is even more unreliable than the fourth son today. He is so late and still hangs up on me."

"Well, the third child must have some kind of Shangfang sword. Don't you know his temper? The typical one is very cautious. Today is another good show."

The fourth brother Song Jiwen came over, "Hey, second child, why do I think you are taking pleasure in other's misfortune? I will tell the third child later."

"Say, I'm not afraid of him."

The family of three that the three brothers were discussing was almost here.

Carrying Xiaoxiao's calligraphy and painting, Song Weini walked more carefully than usual.What if she was afraid that she would accidentally fall?

Song Jiwei took a deep breath at the door before pushing the door open.He was greeted by some unreliable brothers in the family.They winked at Song Jiwei.

Song Jiwei walked towards the sofa in the middle of the living room. There was a pair of old people sitting on the sofa, they were Song Jiwei's parents.

"Dad (Grandpa), we are back. I wish you a happy birthday, good luck like the East China Sea, and longevity than Nanshan."

"Hmph, you still know when you come back, I thought you, a busy man, forgot about me, a dying old thing?"

"Dad, didn't someone want to give you a birthday present at the last moment, did I delay the time? Otherwise, I wouldn't be late. "

"You bastard, who asked you to accept gifts from outsiders, I said you can't accept a single cent."

"Dad, you still don't know what's going on, can you just scold people rashly? Or I won't give it to you. Does anyone still want it?"

"Take it, take it, I don't want other people's gifts, I'm clean, I don't accept gifts from others, this can't let you bastard ruin my reputation."

"Grandpa, it wasn't given by someone who flattered you. It was given by Nini's tutor. You should take a look, or you won't regret it."

"Nini's tutor, what's going on here? Why do you still accept gifts from other tutors? You guys are going back as you live? Is it easy for a little girl to be a tutor? You still have to give me a gift, that's okay. I will accept the gift, how much is the gift, I will give her the money, and I can't let the little girl spend money." The old man is still very principled.

"Dad, I have seen how much she paid. I will add it to the tutoring fee several times in the future. Don't worry about that. We won't let a little girl suffer." Wei Ni's mother also said.She knew how much Xiaoxiao paid.She took it to heart.

"That's good, as long as you don't let the little girls suffer, you should also remember. Don't play tricks." The old man's words pointed to every younger generation in the family.

"Dad, look at what you said. It's the youngest who accepts gifts from others, not us. Is it necessary?"

"I'm too lazy to talk about you, let's go." The old man saw that the youngest son in the family had a big head, a cynical guy, he was almost 40 years old and still had such bad manners.

"Yes, you just don't like me, I hide, hide in my mother's arms, so as not to be cut by you." What Song Jiwen said made all the juniors in the family laugh.Why are people in their thirties hiding in their mother's arms so funny?Song Jiwen's son was really drunk looking at his embarrassing father.What can such an unreliable father do? I asked the sky speechlessly.God, you gave this bastard a good brain.Such a mentally retarded thing can be said.

The old man really laughed at the family's jerk son.What did this bastard say.I'm not afraid of being added. The jokes of the younger generation are really shameless.

The whole family can finally eat, and eat with He Lele. The climax of eating is to give gifts to the old man.

Everyone sent gifts one after another, only Song Jiwei's family still ate in a hurry.

"Hey, third child, it's your home."

"Oh, I'm going to get a gift now." Song Jiwei gracefully picked up a tissue and got up calmly, and wiped his hands by the way.

Wei Ni also got up and left to help Dad get the gift.Everyone looked at this abnormal family, and the youngest was still shaking.

Wei Ni's mother also picked up all the things on the coffee table and wiped the coffee table clean.There is no drop of water and dust before giving up.

Even the old man looked at the family of the three sons curiously. In fact, the gift was not about the price, but about his heart and his preferences.The family first sent the gifts prepared by themselves, and the old man nodded.Nothing was said.The fourth son of Song jumped out and said, "The third son has such a big picture, but he didn't see anything good? You just like playing tricks." Song Jiwen's son wants to die, this unreliable bastard father , Why would you hate and offend people like this.The third uncle didn't talk about him, why did he choke, the most important thing was why he had such an unreliable father.

"Sanbo, you think my father is a stink, so ignore him." Song Xiaobao's little friend wanted to ease the atmosphere for Sanbo.

"Hahahahahaha, stink. You're right, the fourth child is a mass of stink." The second child, Song Jiwu, laughed the loudest. He slapped his thigh and laughed like that. He was definitely Song's fourth child's enemy.

The twin sons of Song Laoer's family also wanted to cover their faces, but they didn't know the man who was laughing madly.How childish.Is it that funny?Okay, it's funny to admit it, but you, Second Master Song, should also restrain yourself, it's your own younger brother who you're laughing at.Is this really good?

"Well, little brother, you are so smart, you really understand fourth uncle, you are worthy of being a father and son, and the description is really apt." Song Weini also gave Song Xiaobao a thumbs-up, and Song Jiwen was so angry that he scolded his son, "Stinky boy, I am a stinky man. What are you? Why are you so stupid. It's really ruining my good genes, not at all, but all of your mother's bad genes. "

"Dad, forget about your genes? I didn't inherit my mother's. My good genes are all passed down from my grandparents. You and your ex-wife's genes are completely different? I don't like it." The little guy whose nickname is Song Xiaobao is very stinky.

"Okay, okay, stop messing around and look at the presents? Don't you still have a gift, third child? Then come out and have a look?"