Xiao Yang's actions were so careful that he couldn't help but become nervous.

What's the secret?

"Dad, please see!"

Xiao Yang uncovered the above layer, revealing the true appearance inside.

"This...this is..." Kong Wenbo's eyes suddenly shrank, and he suddenly threw himself on the table, looking at it carefully.

I saw dragons and snakes walking on the yellow rice paper, and they were filled with a full circle.

This is a crazy cursive script! It is elegant, unpredictable, shocking, and has a great background.

After careful identification, the signature is Zhang Jiming! "Zhang Jiming?

This is... this is the copybook of the cursive saint Zhang Xu!"

Kong Wenbo suddenly screamed, his eyes almost fell out.

He didn't believe in evil, so he took out a magnifying glass and studied it one by one.

"That's right! It's really the word "Caint Saint!"

After studying, Kong Wenbo screamed again, feeling his wrists trembling.

For a calligraphy enthusiast, meeting Zhang Xu's copybook is like a low-level warrior, who meets an innate master.

Excited, excited, and even trembled... Looking at my father-in-law's excited expression, Xiao Yang quietly retreated from the study without disturbing him.

Kong Xiang and Wei Lan have already gone out because they are in a hurry to go to work.

Xiao Yang is also ready to go out.

I haven't been to the clinic for so many days, and patients often call him, so I should go and have a look today.
Chapter completed!