The American Scripture

I have to say John. Stewart's surname is carefree, bold, and still chattering. He never stopped at the table with Zhen Fan and asked about some of Zhen Fan's experience in China. .

The question was very detailed, and even asked Zhen Fan about going up the mountain to catch chickens and dogs when she was a child, especially about Zhen Fan’s magic in the Spring Evening. This guy seemed to be particularly interested and insisted on performing after dinner.

"Need some props!" Zhen Fan made an excuse.

"What do you want, what will I give you, if you don't have you, go home and get it!" John insisted. Obviously this guy is skeptical of Zhen Fan's performance. How could it be that way? Better than David? Not to mention the so-called perverted magic that challenges the limits of mankind by street self-abuse, this kind of magic that purely wins by technique and technique is the essence of magic.

"Dad—" Seeing Zhen Fan's embarrassment, Christine quit. She stretched out her voice and groaned at John, "Do you like David very much?"

"No, my dear, I like Zhen's magic, nothing more!"

"Okay, that's great!" Christine put the knife and fork down, made a "ding-dong" sound on the plate, then stepped aside and beckoned to John, "I need to talk to you, Dad !"

"Of course, why not?" John put down his knife and fork and walked toward Christine. The two turned a corner, avoided Zhen Fan, and lowered their voices as much as possible.

"Dad, what's the problem with you?" Kristen waved both hands, expressing his dissatisfaction to John, "Why are you targeting him?"

John stopped, then looked at Christine seriously: "Yes, I was against him, but... my daughter, there must be a man who is worthy of her. Zhen may be able to do it or not. Arrived. I know he is a doctor, but... Chinese medicine is not the mainstream in the United States. If he can perform such magical magic like that party in his country, he may have a great future in the entertainment industry."

"God, you are really crazy!" Christine was almost mad, "I can't believe you would think so, Dad, you ruined the happiness of one woman, do you want to ruin the happiness of another woman if you are too troubled? ?"

"The matter between me and your mother...that was an accident! About...I'm sorry, baby!" John reached out his hand to try to trim Christine's hair, but Christine turned his head and avoided.

But John didn’t care at all. He just retracted his hand in embarrassment and still smiled and said: "You know what I do. I have been in the TV industry for decades. My experience and his talent can create David Copperfield’s achievement, no, it will even surpass him!"

"This...this is crazy. Zhen can't agree to it at all. He doesn't care about the status of the magic master. He doesn't care about this. I know what he thinks!" Christine glared at John, "If... Stop me and Zhen in name, then you are destined to be disappointed!"

"I'm not trying to stop you..."

"Okay, let's have your dinner. This really gave me a great surprise." Kristen said fiercely, turned her face, pursed her mouth, took a deep breath, and then turned Walking out of the corner, he smiled at Zhen Fan.

"How did you talk with your father?" Zhen Fan relaxedly shrugged his shoulders.

"Very pleasant, you know, I rarely see Kristin once, and we rush away every time, so... there are always some private words to talk about. I'm sorry, I kept you waiting!" John also turned around. Then, smiled at Zhen Fan, "But I still admire your cooking skills very much, and your wine!"

"Thank you!" Zhen Fan smiled, "Well, I can perform some tricks for you, but they are just tricks. We Chinese have a saying that applies to the magic world: If you take it seriously, then you Lost."

"Extremely looking forward to it!" John raised his wine glass, sat down, and looked at Zhen Fan with a smile.

"Uh, it's just an extension of my magic that night." Zhen Fan suddenly turned his head and smiled at Christine, "Kistine, can you get me a piece of paper?"

"Of course!" Kristen shrugged helplessly at Zhen Fan, expressing his inability to do anything about his father's stubbornness, and then cast an apologetic look.

After a while, Christine took out a large piece of white paper, the kind of A3 size paper that could be printed, laid it on the dining table in front of Zhen Fan, and reluctantly pulled it aside.

"Well, Mr. Stewart, can you borrow your spoon?"

Zhen Fan spread the white paper, raised his head, and smiled at John.

"Of course." John took a moment to take the spoon in his hand and hesitated for a moment. "Do I need to wipe it clean?" There was a piece of beef on his spoon that was not finished.

"No, no, it doesn't matter, I just need this most primitive state!" Zhen Fan smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Stewart, this magic is actually very simple!"

"I am looking forward to it!" John said. He is a famous TV show producer. As long as he wants, he can say that Zhen Fan has become the most powerful magician in the world.

Zhen Fan carefully placed the spoon on the white paper. An oil stain quickly appeared on the white paper, and then it expanded continuously, and soon a large pool of oil stains appeared.

"This is...Magic?" John tried to ask, he thought it was a little funny.

"This is part of the magic." Zhen Fan smiled, then stretched out his hand to cover the space above the spoon, obscuring John's sight, and smiled, "Since it is a magical place, it is always a little invisible."

"As you wish!" John shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes kept trying to look down, but he couldn't see anything because Zhen Fan's hands were very low.

"Zhen, this is just a game..." Kristen looked at Zhen Fan with some worry, fearing that he could not handle it. After all, he didn't have any preparations, so he started performing magic tricks. This is difficult for a strong man, although she has also seen Zhen Fan in The magical performance of the spring evening, but...that is prepared.

"Don't worry, Christine, I'm still the omnipotent Zhen, don't worry!" Zhen Fan smiled and patted Christine's hands. Kristen gently touched Zhen Fan's shoulders with both hands and moved his head Also leaned over.

"Is there any magical place?"

John looked at the two and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He didn't see anything surprising, so he was already disappointed in this so-called magical performance.

"Kistine, if you breathe into my hand, then...a miracle will happen!" Zhen Fan suddenly turned his head and smiled at Christine, who leaned his head on his shoulder behind him. "May I?"

"Of course!" Kristen smiled. Every time she saw Zhen Fan smiling at him with the corners of her mouth turned up, she knew that he must be confident, so when she felt relieved, she couldn't help smiling, mischievous. Jumped out from behind Zhen Fan, then leaned over, and gave a light breath to Zhen Fan's hands covered with white paper.

"Need me to say a moment to witness a miracle?"

"I hope you will remove your hand immediately!"

Before Christine spoke, John looked a little impatient and yelled at him. He was tortured by Zhen Fan and a little impatient. If he could, he might say, "Damn, take your **** hand away and show me your magic. You bastard!"

"Okay, okay, I will omit that sentence. I disdain piracy because I am better than the original version!" Zhen Fan said, suddenly let go of his hand, and then opened his arms and yelled, "Ha Lilua—"

As Zhen Fan opened his hand, a piece of white paper was quietly placed on the dining table, but the paper was no longer white and flawless, because on top of the paper, there was also a spoon, one of them stained The spoon with oily and beef residue is on the white paper.

"God!" John stepped forward, his eyes tightly waiting for the white paper on the table, then he reached out his hand and stroked it gently, muttering in his mouth, "It's incredible, it's incredible. This is a masterpiece!"

He stroked the white paper over and over again, trying to find its difference, its mystery. Yes, the spoon on the paper is gone, and there is another spoon on the white paper. It is not a living existence, but a scene in a painting. The spoon is still the spoon, oily and residual meat, just like a printed photo.

"how did you do it?"

John finally saw Zhen Fan's magic with his own eyes. He was ecstatic, as if a poor man suddenly found a big gold mine and fell into a state of hysteria.

"Does the magician have to reveal his magic to others?" Zhen Fan shrugged at John. "If I can, I can add a little more stuff in, um...how about a bowl of soup? Where is the spoon? , There must be soup!" Zhen Fan said~www.wuxiaspot.com~ picked up the soup bowl and put it on the white paper.

"Don't, don't cover it!" John yelled quickly.

"OK, no problem!" Zhen Fan nodded, which surprised John too. He just wanted to see how Zhen Fan transformed these things onto white paper and turned them into a painting.

"But you have to close your eyes!" Zhen Fan laughed, "Either let me cover it, or close your eyes, which one would you choose? Mr. Stewart!"

"Puff!" Christine beside him couldn't help laughing, and then quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

"Well, I choose to keep my eyes open!" John looked at Zhen Fan helplessly, and said reluctantly.

"I knew Mr. Stewart would make a wise choice!" Zhen Fan covered the soup bowl with his hands again, and blinked at Christine. "Blow on, this soup becomes a picture Something!"

Kristen put his mouth together and looked at Zhen Fan with a grin: "So... is it a miracle created by your magic, or is it the magical method that my breath brings?" (To be continued.)