All-round mathematician

Chapter 81 Don't pretend to be aggressive in front of me

On Sunday morning, before 8 o'clock, Yang Fan received a call from Xiao Hongye.

"Do you want a car to pick it up? It happens to be empty." Xiao Hongye said.

Normally, birthdays are in the afternoon, and if they come to bother you in the early morning, Yang Fan is also speechless.

"No, you're buying gifts outside." Yang Fan replied, he had to say this, otherwise they might kill him directly.

"Young man, yes, pick slowly, the goddess is patient."

The phone hangs up.

In the living room, Yang Fan cleared a table, took out the high-quality paper he bought yesterday, rubbed the ink evenly with his right hand.

Yes, this is the gift prepared by Yang Fan, the cost is low, and it is quite sincere to make it by hand.

Yang Tian was wearing pajamas, came out of the room yawning, and was still rubbing the gums from the corners of his eyes as he walked.Seeing his son's posture, he made a mistake, rubbed his eyes again, and shouted: "What? You're up in the morning?"

Yang Fan gave his father a blank stare, other people's families are young people who get up late, and middle-aged people are early, and his family is completely upside down.At this point in time, if I hadn't been woken up by urination, I would probably have to lie down until after ten o'clock.

"Preparing gifts. Don't disturb me." Yang Fan replied impatiently.

"Isn't this gift of yours too deceitful." How could Yang Tian not understand his son's artistic talent, and he also received the invitation call, "We need to show some sincerity, at least he has supported us."

"You guys don't know what I'm capable of, so take care of your one-acre three-point land." Being underestimated by his father, Yang Fan immediately pushed back.

"Young man, I wasn't interested in you at first. Since you're talking about the sky, you won't be able to make it if you don't pay attention. Come and see after I wash up." Yang Fan kicked his slippers and went into the bathroom.

The ink is not ready yet, Yang Fan is not in a hurry, now that Wang Xizhi is possessed, he knows how much water to use and how viscous the ink should be.

In the bathroom, Yang Tian's voice came: "Did you buy breakfast for us?"

Yang Fan, who was calm and rejuvenated, almost spurted blood: "Don't yell, you are brewing a feeling."

"Your kid only knows himself all day long, whether he has cared about your parents or not, he is not sensible at all."

"You don't get up at a fixed time on weekends. You can have them at 12 noon at the latest. If I buy them early in the morning, they will be cold. Do you understand? Also, I don't even know what time you go home at night."

"Don't worry about it, you can't ask us if we will go home. We can't buy breakfast and put it away. When the time comes, turn on the microwave or boil some water to steam it. We can eat it when we get up."

With Wang Xizhi's mighty demeanor, he was no match for his father's tricks, and Yang Fan's mental state immediately collapsed when he collapsed.

With a shaking of the hand, a puddle of ink splashed out, not only the corners of a piece of white paper were blackened, but also several drops of black spots on his body.

"Is there any more morals, ah. Is this what my father should say?" Yang Fan quickly took out a tissue and wiped it on his body first, the paper must be useless.

"Keep your voice down, it's noisy in the morning, your mother is still sleeping, she's not sensible."

Looking at the black stains on his clothes, Yang Fan yelled that he was wronged, the ink was very difficult to wash, and this frontal clothes could not be used today.

Yang Fan likes to wear ordinary casual clothes, which are loose and comfortable, but today he deliberately changed into a white shirt for image packaging.

"It's a good thing I didn't put on the suit first because I couldn't let go of my hands and feet, otherwise I would really be cheated to death."

Looking at the blank paper again, it is no longer usable, so I bought 5 sheets in total, which is very expensive.

Yang Fan went back to the room to change his clothes, and when he came out, his father put a stool by the table, sat down and dozed off little by little.

Hearing the movement, Yang Tianqiang cheered up and said, "I was too tired from climbing yesterday, and my physical strength hasn't recovered yet. You should hurry up, I have to catch up on sleep."

"Master, please wait a moment." Yang Fan returned to his original seat, rubbed the ink, felt that the ink was almost ready, and feared that something might happen, he said, "Just look at it, don't make noise, don't hinder me, you know."

"Young man, it wasn't you who cleared the table early in the morning. I was still asleep. Your dad and I didn't get angry. It's a good temper. Are you reasonable?"

"Don't move, don't make noise."

Yang Fan picked up the brush, closed his eyes for ten seconds and rested his mind, and when he opened them again, his eyes shone brightly, and his energy was condensed.

Yang Tian was shocked, it was true.This time, he drove away his drowsiness.

The brush is an ordinary brush, and the ink is hand-grinded ink, which can be called ordinary.When the writing brush soaked in juice is pasted on the white paper, the ink on the tip of the pen will melt, and the first point will be like a hundred flowers blooming.

Yang Tian suddenly smelled a scent, and sniffed hard, but there was nothing there, took another deep breath, and a scent of ink enveloped the living room.

"Good guy, pen and ink are fragrant." Yang Tian remembered that before his son made a move, the ink still smelled bad, so it was a mysterious effect after he made a move.

"This kid, growing up so fast is really scary, I can't even understand it." Yang Tian was full of emotions, staring at the hand with a concentrated expression and holding his breath.

Yang Fan's hand was very steady, without any trembling, with a stroke of a stroke, the first word was completed.

Yang Tian was depressed. What kind of font is this? When did my son learn this kind of calligraphy?Running script? Cursive script?

If there is something weird, the word is just ticked down a little bit, short, with clear transitions and natural setbacks.

"It's interesting." Yang Tian continued to watch without saying a word.

After the first word was written, the second word started, and the speed was faster. Dazzled, Yang Tian felt that his eyes could not keep up, so he shook his head from side to side, and wiped his eyes with his fingers.

His vision has recovered, and his son has finished the entire set of calligraphy, which took less than a minute. This... Can this also write calligraphy?
Looking at the calligraphy, Yang Tian didn't understand calligraphy, but he was not lacking in aesthetics. This calligraphy deserves the title of incomparable.

From the beginning of the written test, it was done in one go, smooth and flowing, to euphemistic and subtle, elegant and handsome, and at the end, it was full of flair and phoenix dance, with a myriad of scenes.

"Boy, there is a set."

Yang Tian couldn't help but praise, he was really impressed, it's not embarrassing to send this word out.

Seeing that he wanted to write in the corner, Yang Tian immediately shouted: "I don't think you should sign it, just say it is the work of a famous artist, let others guess, maybe it will be more appreciated."

Yang Fan paused slightly, and said: "This is a famous artist's handwriting, I am not a counterfeit, dad, don't worry."

"You kid, it's really thick-skinned to call yourself a celebrity."

Just when Yang Tian wanted to remind again, Yang Fan's signature had already been dropped.

Suddenly, a white light rose from the entire set of fonts, reaching a height of half a meter, the brilliance scattered and disappeared into the sky.

"What? Brush and ink shine?" Yang Tian stood up and shouted.

He was refreshed again. If it is said that the fragrance of pen and ink is only due to a certain aftertaste of ink, his nose has a wrong sense of smell, etc., it can be regarded as scientific basis.

However, Yang Tian was sure that he saw the brilliance just now, and even felt a kind of moisture in the brilliance.

"What's the name of your post? It must be related to water. I saw it and smelled it. Boy, you are too scary." Yang Tian couldn't accept it. This kind of calligraphy should not be owned by a son with mediocre art.

Yang Fan smiled: "Dad, I have some appreciation. This copybook is called "After the Rain Post."

"I'm asking why you have light. Why can you smell moisture?"

"Who knows, maybe God was frightened by your son hanging up the sky."

Playing tricks again, Yang Tian repeatedly slapped his son on the back of the head, saying: "Pretend to be aggressive, pretend to be aggressive in front of my father. There is a saying that is good, if you pretend to be aggressive in front of my father, you will be slapped in the face. Tell me, am I your father?" ?”

Just now he was a master of calligraphy, but now his forehead is shaking after being slapped, he is in a mess, and his image is very different.

(End of this chapter)