I bring autumn water into the galaxy

Chapter 43 I gave birth to a father
Ye Shiyu took a step forward, and said obediently, "Hello, Aunt Song, and hello, Aunt Han."

Mrs. Song smiled, "Hey, the poetry is also here, it really looks better the longer it is."

Mrs. Han glanced at Ye Shiyu indifferently, "Miss Ye likes to come to Mrs. Fang's place."

Mrs. Song disagreed, "These two families are relatives after all."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Song pulled Song Cheng over again, "Ah Cheng, quickly say hello to your Aunt Fang and Shiyu."

Song Cheng took a step forward, "Hello, Aunt Fang."

Then he turned his head to look at Ye Shiyu, with a gentle smile on his face, "Shiyu, I haven't congratulated you yet, and I'm about to accept the movie directed by Ji Shao."

Mrs. Han was taken aback, and asked, "Which Young Master Ji?"

"Which other Ji Shao?" Mrs. Song said, "It's the grandson of the Ji family. It is said that the Ji family has been having a lot of trouble recently because of this incident!"

Li Xue smiled slightly, "No matter how hard it is, he is also the grandson of the Ji family."

Mrs. Song nodded, "That's right. That's why it's not easy for Shiyu to take over the movie directed by his grandson. The grandson of the Ji family has a good vision."

Madam Han glanced at Ye Shiyu, "The acting skills are pretty good."

Ye Shiyu lowered his head and smiled, "The contract hasn't been signed yet."

Mrs. Song looked at Ye Shiyu's modest look and said, "Hey, it's almost the same. I asked, and said that the contract will be signed in the next two days. This granddaughter of your Fang family is really nice." .”

Li Xue smiled slightly in satisfaction, and punched each other's rainbow farts, "How can this compare to Songcheng, I heard that Songcheng has been in trouble recently, and there was a concert in Guanghai Concert Hall before."

Mrs. Han said from the side: "Who says it's not? I heard that Song Cheng released a new album last month. It has been the No.1 online for a month in a row. He is now a national idol."

Mrs. Song said: "Hey, it's not a big deal. I don't want this kid to enter the entertainment circle, but he likes music himself, so I can't help it."

"Isn't that great?" Mrs. Han said, "Your family also has an entertainment industry, isn't it a good time for him to enter the entertainment industry?"

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Han had quite a headache, "It's not like that bastard boy in my family, who doesn't know what he's doing all day long, and always causes trouble for me. Recently, he doesn't know where he's been, and stays at home all day long."

Li Xue smiled, "Young people have their own ideas, maybe Han Shao will start a business outside, then you don't have to worry about it."

Mrs. Han gave a "hehe", "I'm thankful that this brat doesn't cause trouble for me."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at Li Xuewei: "Speaking of which, your son is the most up-to-date, he managed your Fang family in an orderly manner, and doubled your Fang family's property in the past few years. You gave birth to a son Good son."

When Li Xuewei thought of Fang Feicheng's serious face, he sighed: "That's the way it is said, but I have given birth to a good son. Sometimes I feel that I have given birth to a father."

When Li Xuewei said this, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han couldn't help laughing when they thought of Fang Feicheng's serious face, "Don't say that, Feicheng is older than them, so he must be more serious." .”

Several people complained about their own sons, but chatted very happily. When they drank tea for a while and looked up, they saw Song Cheng and Ye Shiyu arrived at the table not far away at some time.

Mrs. Han glanced curiously, "What are you doing?"

Li Xuewei looked at it and said: "Oh, this is just in the afternoon, Shiyu's grandfather was practicing calligraphy there, and she also practiced a few words, and her writing is not bad."

Mrs. Song was surprised, she couldn't believe it and said: "Shiyu knows calligraphy at such a young age?"

Mrs. Han said, "Let's go and have a look too."

Afterwards, three people also came over. Ye Shiyu was writing a pair of words for Song Cheng to see. Seeing the three people coming, she was about to put down her pen when Madam Song stopped her: "Don't worry about us, just keep writing."

Ye Shiyu smiled, and continued to write with her head down, looking at her slender arms, but when she held the brush, her posture was correct, and when she wrote each stroke, she was strong and easy, not at all like a young girl's handwriting.

Several people watched without saying a word, not daring to disturb Ye Shiyu, until she wrote the pen, and the words "Don't let the glass dry in life" appeared on the plain white paper, which was inexplicably shocking.

Looking at Mrs. Song, she couldn't help but praise, "My God, the seven characters of poetry are also well written. Don't let the glass dry in life. This is Huang Tingjian's poem "Partridge Sky" in the Song Dynasty."

"Yes." Li Xue nodded slightly, and looked at Ye Shiyu with more joy: "The word Shiyu expresses the artistic conception in Huang Tingjian's poem."

Even Mrs. Han on the side couldn't help nodding, "You are so young, you write with such energy, and your writing is really good."

Ye Shiyu smiled a little embarrassedly, "Shiyu made a fool of himself, and made Auntie Song and Auntie Han laugh at her."

Mrs. Song shook her head and said, "How could it be? If you have talent, you should show it. Nowadays, there are very few young people who can calm down and practice calligraphy."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at Song Cheng: "Did you see that, your little sister's handwriting is so good."

Song Cheng nodded slightly: "That's right."

When he raised his head again and looked at Ye Shiyu, his star-like eyes also shone slightly, and a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I never knew you had good handwriting. "

Ye Shiyu tilted her head and said charmingly, "Brother Song Cheng doesn't know much."

With the two of them like this, Mrs. Song, Mrs. Han and Li Xuewei couldn't help smiling. Just as they were about to say something, Mr. Fang pulled Ye Ran out of the villa and looked at several people surrounding Ye Shiyu, "Are you here?" What are you doing?"

When everyone heard this, they turned their heads one by one, saw Mr. Fang, each of them straightened their faces, and greeted them one by one. Mr. Fang waved his hands and said with a smile: "Don't be so polite, what were you looking at just now?"

Li Xue smiled slightly, "Dad, it's Shiyu who just wrote a pair of characters. We are reading it. Mrs. Song and Mrs. Han both think it's good. Would you like to come and have a look?"

Mr. Fang also became interested, "Let me take a look."

Afterwards, Mr. Fang came over to take a look, and nodded repeatedly, "Not bad, not bad, the words in the poem are not bad."

"That is."

Li Xuewei said: "I learned it all from you, Dad, can it be okay?"

Mrs. Song said: "So I learned it from the old man, that's no wonder."

Mrs. Han also said: "Yes, everyone knows that the old man is the vice chairman of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, and his handwriting is even more superb. I don't know how many people in the capital want a copy of the old man's calligraphy."

(End of this chapter)