"Nonsense." Zhou's mother was really angry, "What did you say in front of the child?"

Gui'er's eyes were filled with horror and strangeness, and she asked carefully, "Entertainment Father, do you want to burn someone?"

Zhou Nianping regretted it very much, "No, don't listen to the adoptive father's nonsense."

Mu Changfeng took Gui'er's hand and said with a smile, "Your adoptive father is a hard-hearted person, and has a hurry. He just exhales his breath every time."

Gui'er nodded and said, "The adoptive father is the best good person."

Fang Zhiran said, "Today is a happy day for everyone to get together, so don't mention this matter. The minor injury on my hand is fine and will heal in a while. Don't worry."

Zhou Nianping was determined to comfort Gui'er, held him in his arms, and told a few interesting stories.

Gui'er quickly returned to her happy appearance and giggled constantly.

Mu Changfeng wanted to know more about the witch, so he asked Gui'er's grandmother about the paper man.

The old lady glanced at the old man and said, "You know the cause and effect, I will tell you how I met the witch. Once I went to Guishan to get spring water, and I felt bored. I couldn't help crying for a while. When I calmed down, I found that there was one more person around me, which scared me to the point of being unaware of my heart. I didn't know when she appeared, and I was silent like a ghost."

"It's that witch?"

"Yes, it's her. She looks so scary. The wrinkles of the elderly all grow horizontally, but the wrinkles on her face are all long vertically, with dense vertical lines, long on her forehead and cheeks. But her eyes are dark and very beautiful."

Mu Changfeng asked again, "Her hair is half red and half black?"

"Yes, half red, half black, hunched over, walking limped. She asked me what I had to worry about, and I dared not to tell me the truth about the situation at home."

Mu Changfeng said, "So the witch made a paper man and let you stuff it into the pillow?"

The old lady nodded and said, "That's right, as soon as the paper man was stuffed into the pillow, my old man became fearless."

"How much money did she take you?"

"There is no penny."

Mu Changfeng was quite surprised and said, "Did you want something else as a reward?"

The old lady shook her head and said, "She didn't want anything, she just took out a painting and asked me to add a touch to the painting."

Mu Changfeng was like falling into the fog, and he couldn't figure it out. He turned his head and looked at Zhou Nianping, and asked, "What are you painting?"

The old lady said, "There are two women in the painting, one is a little older, about thirty years old, and the other is young, probably less than twenty years old. The two women are standing face to face."

"What did she ask you to add?"

The old lady said, "The young woman was dressed in white, but there were many red Taoists. She gave me a cinnabar pen and asked me to draw it on the white clothes at will."

Mu Changfeng was even more puzzled, "What does the witch mean?" After saying that, he looked at Zhou Nianping again.

Zhou Nianping looked at Fang Zhiliang, who was also puzzled, and said in a deep voice, "A curse technique."

Fang Zhiran said, "What kind of curse technique?"

Zhou Nianping shrugged and deliberately angered her, "Nothing can be told yet."

Fang Zhiliang said "snap", laughing, "It's mysterious."

Zhou Nianping said, "You were in great pain before, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. Please wait for me. Once you find a chance, I will chop your left claw..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zhiliang's cold eyes shot over like a knife.

Zhou Nianping smiled and looked cute, "I will make some hand-protecting ointments to protect your left hand. Senior sister would better take the time to practice the word "left hand". In the future, she will be able to write with her bows and write quickly, and she will anger all the great calligraphers in the world."

Fang Zhiliang was just right and retorted, but suddenly saw Zhou's mother laughing and crying. She snorted and said, "I don't have the same knowledge as a child."

"Who is it, who is it? How many years older than me? Accept the reality, you will never grow up. When my white beard is floating, you have to call me a senior." Zhou Nianping shouted unyieldingly.

Fang Zhiran didn't want to argue with him in front of everyone, so she held up the grease umbrella and quickly left the pavilion.

Zhou Nianping smiled and touched her chin, looking proudly at her figure leaving.

Gui'er suddenly said, "Entertainment Father, can you write cursive script with your left hand?"

Zhou Nianping pinched his nose and said, "Don't worry, can I practice all the words I taught you? I haven't watched you for many days, are you lazy?"

"I am very diligent and practice calligraphy every day." Gui'er broke free from his arms and jumped to the ground, looking excited, "I'll show you all."

Zhou’s father and mother applauded to show encouragement.

Bai Yu felt relaxed and happy, and kept laughing.

Mu Changfeng took out rice paper, spread it on the stone table in the pavilion, took out another brush, stuffed it into Gui'er's hand, and said, "Let's enjoy Gui'er's good words together."

Gui'er took a deep breath and wrote down her and Zhou Nianping's names in turn.

He was a beginner and his calligraphy was not outstanding, but he was much better than those of his peers.

Zhou Hui praised, "The handwriting is square, it's really good. When I was as big as him, the words I wrote were like chicken claws, which were so ugly."

Gui'er smiled and said, "The cursive script written by the adoptive father is like a chicken's claw."

"Nonsense." Zhou Nianping lit Gui'er's forehead and said, "That's called dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and pen running like dragons and snakes."

Gui'er said, "Yes, the dragon has flew and the phoenix has danced. I can't even tell what it is writing."

Zhou Hui said, "Often people cannot appreciate cursive script. I have seen a picture of cursive script, which makes my head hurt."

Mu Changfeng suddenly remembered the paper man in the pillow, and the handwriting on it was flying and phoenix, and he couldn't recognize any of them.

Zhou Nianping said, "It's not that I'm bragging. My cursive writing is very, very good, especially when I'm drunk, which has the value of being passed down to future generations."

Mu Changfeng was quite interested and stuffed the pen in Gui'er's hand into Zhou Nianping's hand, saying, "Senior brother wrote a few words, let me comment, who is better or worse in calligraphy from you or that witch."

Zhou Nianping's face changed and his voice trembled, "What did you say?"

Mu Changfeng was slightly stunned, "I said that the witch can write cursive scripts, and she writes them very well. I think there are not many people in this world who can surpass her."

Zhou Nianping's hands kept shaking, "Do you understand calligraphy? What are the nonsense of people who don't understand calligraphy talking nonsense?"

"I don't understand calligraphy, but I have heard people say that calligraphy is the same as humans, with a unique temperament. When I saw the words on paper man, I felt like rivers surging and clouds were rising, and the eagles were fighting against the sky in the lightning and thunder. I felt that my senior brother could not write such good words."
Chapter completed!