Although Father Han's tone was calm, he still asked such a question. It was obvious that he didn't trust Xiatian. Actually, this was normal because Xiatian didn't look old and it was hard to tell that he was a soldier from his skin color.
Moreover, he was a special forces soldier.
However, the way Xiatian spoke and his aura did seem a little like that.
Father Han also believed it a little. However, when he heard Xiatian say that he was a special forces soldier, he didn't believe it at all. He couldn't believe that a special forces soldier could do this.
There was no special forces soldier who wasn't black because they trained under the sun all year round. Under normal circumstances, special forces soldiers wouldn't retire at such a young age.
Therefore, he had doubts.
"I didn't bring it." Xiatian knew that if he said this, Father Han would definitely distrust him even more. However, he really didn't bring it. He didn't carry that kind of thing with him at all.
"En." Father Han's face didn't change, but Xiatian knew that he was starting to distrust him.
"Dad, did you see that soldier carry his certificate with him? It's like he's showing off that he was a soldier." Han Qingqing understood her father's meaning, so she hurriedly went forward to explain.
"En." Father Han nodded. He was a little convinced by Han Qingqing, but he still maintained a neutral attitude.
"Dad, when we came up just now, he even praised your painting and calligraphy." Han Qingqing directly started to flatter her father.
"You know calligraphy and painting too?" Father Han looked at Xiatian and Asked.
Hearing her father's words, Han Qingqing was slightly stunned. She just wanted to change the topic, but she didn't expect her father to ask this kind of question. If Xiatian said that he didn't know, then he was a hypocrite. If he said that he knew, then with Father Han's personality, he would definitely ask Xiatian to come up and compare.
Xiatian also understood the meaning of Father Han's words. However, he didn't act humble this time. Instead, he directly said, "I know a little."
Although his handwriting was crooked the last time he competed with those people from Japan in calligraphy, it was still not good enough.
However, that was intentional.
He had been practicing calligraphy with his father since he was young. As for painting, although he didn't receive his father's teachings, he was definitely good at it.
"Oh? So modest. Coincidentally, I have everything at home. Let's try it together. " Father Han heard Xiatian's words and said excitedly. He was a literary person and this was what he valued the most.
Just so happened to be a good opportunity to test Xiatian.
So he directly stood up and walked to the study room.
"Who asked you to brag? What are you going to do now? You can't just say that you don't know how to do it. My father is a calligraphy senior," Han Qingqing said in a low voice.
"It's okay." Father Han's's's's was was, she was was was was, she was thinking of how she was going to say it later.
She knew her father's temper. He hated people who pretended to know when they didn't.
Bragging if he didn't have any skills.
Therefore, if Xiatian didn't write well, he might be chased out by her father. Nowadays, how many college students knew how to write calligraphy? Even if they knew how to write, what kind of calligraphy could they write?
How could it enter her father's eyes?
"Oh no, what should I do?" Han Qingqing said gloomily.
Father Han's study room was very big. The surrounding bookshelves were filled with books. There was a big table beside the books. At this time, the ink, paper, and inkstone were all on the table. Moreover, there was a written word on the table.
It was a clear word.
The ink wasn't dry yet. It was obvious that Father Han had written it before Xiatian and the others came in.
"Good writing. The strokes are vigorous and neat. It has a unique style." Xiatian praised.
"You come and try it too. Write a clear word." Father Han said expressionlessly.
"Dad, Tanishita just came in. Don't scare him." Han Qingqing hurriedly said. She didn't want Xiatian to make a fool of himself. Otherwise, her plan would be ruined. If she didn't say that she had a boyfriend, her mother would call her every day to tell her about it. Moreover, she would even prepare a blind date for her.
This was what she couldn't stand the most.
At first, she could still avoid it. However, later on, her mother directly went to the office to find her. If she didn't go, her mother would jump off the building.
"What do you know? Just watch." Father Han directly spread the paper for Xiatian.
Then, Xiatian directly walked to the square table and gently picked up the brush. His posture of picking up the brush was very fast.
"This pig, he doesn't even know how to hold a brush and he dares to tell me that it's fine. This is really bad." Han Qingqing felt very speechless. She didn't expect Xiatian to not even know how to hold a brush.
How was he going to write? He didn't even know the basics. This was a complete joke.
Father Han looked at the way Xiatian held the brush and couldn't help but shake his head.
At this moment, Xiatian waved the brush.
The word "Wild Grass Qing" appeared in front of the two of them. Seeing the words written, Father Han was stunned. That seemingly casual stroke of Xia Xia just now had made him incomparably shocked, because the speed and strength of the stroke just now were simply too good.
Moreover, this Qing Zi could be said to be perfect. There was no one who could write such a wild cursive at Xiatian's age.
"Eh!" Han Qingqing was stunned. Then, she looked at Xiatian strangely. She suddenly felt that Xiatian was like an all-rounder. He knew everything and did everything well.
Just like the writing now. Just a moment ago, she thought that Xiatian didn't know how to write at all. But now, it seemed that Xiatian's writing skills were not small at all.
Even her father was full of praises for her.
"Good writing, good writing. This wild cursive can be said to be perfect. The handwriting is well connected. It's flawless." Han Qingqing's father kept nodding. His eyes were all attracted by the word Qing.
"What are you doing? He's a guest now. Why are you bringing him to the study room to write?" Mother Han looked at Father Han and said with dissatisfaction. Her words seemed to be speaking for Xiatian, but in fact, anyone with a brain could tell that she was treating Xiatian as an outsider.
"En." Father Han also felt that he was a little rude. He said directly, "Let's go out and have some tea."
After what happened just now, Father Han's view of Xiatian changed greatly. He was a literary person. His family was a literary family. He naturally appreciated those talented people. Xiatian's writing just now was very talented in his eyes.
"What is this? Why does it smell like Chinese medicine?" Mother Han said as she lifted the bag that Xiatian brought over.
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