Master Sheng, Ma’am, She Became Popular All Over the World with Her Fortune-telling Skills

Lin Jing'an just wanted to drag Xie Xihe out of here, find a quiet place to talk, ask her about her situation, but when someone stood in front of her, his brows immediately furrowed slightly.

After hearing Song Yi's words, he tightened his grip: "When did I promise to take your daughter into my family?"

Is there a need to say it? If you think about it with your brain, you will know it? !

Song Yi's face turned ugly, he stared at Lin Jing'an and said, "Mr. Lin has been living in seclusion for so many years, and you have rejected so many people who came to ask for words, but you only agreed to my request, and even went to Mr. Sheng's house At the birthday banquet, didn’t you come out of the mountain because I mentioned that I wanted my daughter to worship under your door, and you made up your mind and agreed?”

Let's not talk about these things, let's just say that Lin Jingan's attitude towards their father and daughter just now is not what he would have when he was facing strangers.

Are these not enough to explain?

Or……

Song Yi's face darkened a bit, and the uncontrollable sarcasm in his voice: "Still, it's just a coincidence that Mr. Lin said these things, you just happened to praise Yan Xi's words, and you just happened to want to After you wrote the post, you agreed to my request, and just wanted to relax, so you came to Mr. Sheng's birthday banquet?"

Song Yi got too angry today, especially when compared to Lin Jingan's attitude towards Xie Xihe and their father and daughter, his heart was filled with anger, and his tone became uncontrollably sharp: "I'm afraid it's not a coincidence, but Mr. Lin was bewitched by some people, so he changed his mind temporarily?"

What old acquaintances, what he learned a few days ago, what Xie Bowen said, he didn't believe a word!

If this is the case, why didn't Xie Bowen come out to meet people when Lin Jingan first arrived, and insisted on waiting for Xie Xihe's copybook to be posted, Lin Jingan read the copybook before saying what old acquaintances are not!

It's clear that something is wrong!

Song Yi didn't know how it became like this, all he knew was that he begged for the copybooks, and people came for them, and he must not let someone who doesn't understand them cut it off!

The position of Lin Jingan's direct disciple can only belong to his Song family!

Lin Jingan frowned and thought for a long time, and finally remembered.

He glanced in the direction of the registered disciple who had been quietly guarding behind him, and said something in a low voice. The other party immediately took out a stack of copybooks from his bag, and Lin Jingan reached out to take it.

He unfolded the copybook and shook it lightly: "I praised your daughter's handwriting, are you referring to these?"

Song Yi's eyes brightened: "Not bad!"

Lin Jingan nodded, understood.

Without saying anything, I casually picked out a few good ones and let them hang them on the shelf together.

Lin Jing'an didn't need to say anything, everyone couldn't help but smile.

Song Yanxi's handwriting, how do you say it?

Just looking at it is really good.

At least among her peers, it is difficult to find a better writer than her.

But "difficult" is not "none".

Mr. Sheng was the first to laugh out loud. He has been displeased with Song Yi for a long time, and today he had such a conflict. He didn't bother to maintain his polite manners at the moment, and said directly: "Second Miss Song's handwriting is really good. But among the young people present, there are no less than three who can reach this level. If you say that Lin always came out of the mountain for Miss Song Er, then I dare not agree."

"I can understand Patriarch Song's feeling that his daughter is better than other families, and I also think that my son is better than others, but Patriarch Song wants to rely on Mr. Lin because of this, isn't it appropriate?"

Song Yi blushed: "Mr. Sheng's words are too loose, so you should name three people who can reach this level!"

There is no need for Mr. Sheng to order, Sheng Shijing directly ordered: "Put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

ten minutes later.

Old Master Sheng had the five sheets of paper on the table hung on the shelf, and he said leisurely, "Oh, five, but the old man doesn't care much about outside affairs, and underestimates the young people nowadays."

I couldn't help but glanced at my second grandson, quite surprised: "You kid is not doing business properly, but I didn't expect to be able to write well with one hand. Who did you learn from?"

Sheng Yunzhou laughed, scratched his forehead and said, "Uncle said that I am temperamental, so if I have nothing to do, he will punish me to practice calligraphy, and if I am punished too much, I will be able to practice."

"I didn't learn from anyone, I just practiced by copying my uncle's calligraphy."

Grandpa Sheng suddenly felt that his face was bright, and he smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. By the way, he glanced at Song Yi and said with a straight face: Did you hear that, my grandson can reach this level even if he is punished for copying, man, he still has to Be humble and don't take yourself too seriously!

Song Yi's face was dark.

His eyes flicked across the copybooks of Zhong Yuxiu, Sheng Yunzhou, Sheng Shijing, and Su Jinchuan in turn, his face darkened a little, and he said bravely, "But..."

Lin Jing'an directly pulled out another word from the bottom of the stack of copybooks, and interrupted: "I was so immersed in the joy of seeing the good words that I didn't make it clear, and Patriarch Song misunderstood it. This word should not be Miss Song Er wrote it, right?"

Song Yi's face froze completely.

"Patriarch Song may have forgotten that when you came to ask for calligraphy, I refused at the beginning. You took out this calligraphy and told me that someone outside copied my double-sided sticker and pretended to be my disciple. Only then did I agree to see you, and agreed to your request for words."

Lin Jing'an said unhurriedly, then handed over the post with the double-sided "black" character in his hand to Xie Xihe, and said, "This word should be written by you too, right?"

"I vaguely recognized the handwriting at the time, but I was not sure, so I came here specially."

Xie Xihe looked down, frowned slightly, and looked at Song Yi: "How could the words I sold to Wang Jieqing be in the hands of Patriarch Song?"

Song Yi's face became even more rigid.

Everyone still didn't understand, they all looked at Song Yi with mocking faces.

Song Yi's face was blue and red, and he opened his mouth, trying to say something to save face: "I...I just feel..."

"enough!"

An unbearable shout sounded, and Song Yanxi took two steps forward and stood in front of Song Yi, with suppressed embarrassment in his eyes, he forced a smile and said: "Dad, the gift is also given, and the greeting is also said, we should return soon." home."

She emphasized her tone: "Grandpa's health is getting worse recently, I'm worried, let's go back and have a look."

Song Yi's heart trembled slightly, and he finally came back to his senses, his face changed, but he still held back his words.

Song Yanxi only felt that her father threw her face on the ground, and Lin Jingan and Xie Xihe stomped on her a few times, her chest hurt from holding back.

She suppressed her emotions with the greatest self-control in her life, nodded indiscriminately around and pulled Song Yi and Bai Huaqian away.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but glanced in Xie Xihe's direction. He was no longer polite and indifferent as before, only a moment of bone-chilling coldness remained.

Xie Xihe, you owed me first, so don't blame me for ignoring the friendship of those years.

No one can step on Song Yanxi's head!