He came with great glory

Chapter 22 I accidentally kissed you

"Thank you, Li Guang, I'm sorry to trouble you, but you still have to send me here after work."

Shen Liguang nodded slightly and smiled humbly: "You're welcome, Uncle Fu, it's just a little effort."

Fu Mingchuan rushed over just after the meeting, and something happened on the way. He happened to meet Shen Liguang, so he asked him to send him over.

As soon as Shen Liguang helped him into the birthday party, he saw Fu Ying in the crowd with a blank face.

With pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of them, everyone watched the show.

How could she know calligraphy. She had applied for calligraphy classes for Fu Ying before, but she had never been there.

Shen Liguang raised his eyes and saw Fu Ying holding a brush in one hand and a small cake in the other.

Fu Mingchuan smiled embarrassedly at Shen Liguang: "She doesn't know any calligraphy at all, so she must be showing off again."

As soon as Fu Mingchuan finished speaking, he saw Fu Ying stuffing the last piece of cake into her mouth.

She turned the brush to a different grip, and with the other hand she lifted her sleeve, dipped it in ink, and then the brush landed on the rice paper.

The palm is empty, the palm is vertical, the wrist is flat, the tube is straight, the technique is standard, and the posture is correct.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, pen and ink are like smoke, and soon the four characters "ten thousand horses are galloping" vividly appear on the paper.

Although the word was written by a little girl, it can be seen that it is like a runaway horse flying into the sky and leaving in the dust; it is also like a dragon flying around in the sky.

The momentum is torrential.

Under the surprised and unbelievable eyes of everyone, Fu Ying put down the brush indifferently, and in a trance while writing, she had an illusion and returned to the palace.

She even picked up the rice paper as a habit, and wanted to show it to the Taifu with joy, but when she raised her eyes, she found that this was not the palace, and there was no Taifu.

Only the faces of the crowd were in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost, and they didn't believe that the calligraphy was written by her.

Fu Ying didn't feel any sense of superiority, and it was not surprising that she knew calligraphy in her original place.

Fu Ying put down the rice paper, and under the eyes of everyone, turned indifferently and walked to the side, picked up a glass of water and poured it into her mouth.

I didn't know what I ate just now, it was a bit spicy, but it still had stamina.

Cheng Yiyi's complexion was not very good. She wanted to make Fu Ying look ugly, but she made a mistake.

Compared with Fu Ying's calligraphy, hers is simply horrible.

It's really shooting yourself in the foot.

Fu Mingchuan stood far away and didn't know what his daughter was writing and how it was written. Seeing the thoughtful expressions on everyone's faces and a lot of discussion, he walked over curiously.

Fu Mingchuan also writes calligraphy to pass the time when he has nothing to do on weekdays, so he naturally knows a thing or two about calligraphy.

Seeing his daughter's brush calligraphy, he was briefly surprised. He didn't expect that his daughter could write good calligraphy, which was even better than him.

Those who were a little older and those who had been in contact with calligraphy could see that Fu Ying's calligraphy was more resolute and vigorous, and it was already at the level of a master.

And Cheng Yiyi's is at most entry-level.

Fu Mingchuan stared at this good handwriting, couldn't help being proud, but said modestly to everyone: "I'm sorry, my little girl has made a fool of herself, she has made a fool of herself."

Everyone stepped forward one after another, discussing with Fu Mingchuan how to raise wild children well.

……

Fu Ying stared at the water glass, frowned slightly, and realized that it was not water.

She changed another cup and was about to put it to her mouth to test whether it was water, when a hand blocked the mouth of the cup.

Fu Ying lowered her head and touched the back of the man's hand with her lips. She was stunned and dazed.

Shen Liguang wanted to tell her that it was wine, maybe it was instinct, he moved faster, but when he went to block it, he realized it was too late, and was about to withdraw his hand, the girl's lips were lightly attached to the back of his hand in the next second.

Shen Liguang's body was slightly stiff and felt uncomfortable.

She raised her eyes in astonishment, her eyes were like deer, and she was still in a daze.

Shen Liguang withdrew his hand, his expression a little unnatural: "This is champagne, it's wine."

"Oh." Fu Ying licked her lips, her face flushed, her eyes flustered, "Yes, I'm sorry brother, I accidentally kissed you just now."

"..."

Shen Liguang lowered his eyes slightly.

I'm a little suspicious that the kid said it on purpose.

But looking at her bewildered and terrified, it didn't look like it was intentional.

"It's okay." Shen Liguang smiled slightly, and the charming arc at the end of his eyes made people's heart skip a beat.

Fu Ying couldn't help covering her chest with her small hands, her voice was a little hoarse and soft: "Brother, don't..." She smiled...

Before Fu Ying finished speaking, Fu Mingchuan walked over.

He was in a good mood and had a happy face.

In the past, Fu Ying was naughty and often made him lose face. At his age, he almost lost his old face.

Tonight, it's rare to take a breath, it's really unblocked physically and mentally.

In fact, they have nothing to show off when they are young, it is nothing more than comparing whose children are better.

"Li Guang, please send Yingying back, she has to go to class tomorrow."

"Yingying, your eldest brother has gone to the fire brigade, let brother Li Guang take you home, be obedient, and don't cause trouble for your brother."

Fu Ying nodded: "Yes."

……

Fu Ying walked out behind Shen Liguang.

Shen Liguang turned his head, glanced at her, and curled the corners of his lips.

The kid bowed his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, with a slightly dazed expression on his face, silently following behind him like a little tail.

Fu Ying was distressed for a while, remembering that she didn't seem to have Shen Liguang's contact information, and was thinking about how to get it.

She was embarrassed to ask for it directly, and she didn't have the courage, which may have something to do with her personality. She was very shy.

However, don't scratch your heart and liver again, your heart is tumbling, and you want to try it several times, but you finally give up.

Shen Liguang went out the door, turned left, and then turned to look at the child.

The child doesn't know what to think, wanders in space, and walks straight forward.

Probably, she has more worries at her age.

Fu Ying was struggling with her heart, it wasn't her cowardice, it was she who convinced herself in the end.

He is a friend of the eldest brother, and he will definitely meet frequently in the future. In the future, she will always have the courage to let go and ask for contact information.

She was relieved, and then she raised her eyes and found that Shen Liguang was not in front, she looked around, he was leaning on the car, turning the key with his fingers, staring at her and smiling.

"..."

Fu Ying felt embarrassed.

"Little friend, which brother do you want to concentrate on?"

"No." Fu Ying defended a little bluntly, her ears burning, "I didn't think of any brother."

"Oh……"

Listening to his rising "oh" with a dragging end, it was obvious that he didn't believe it.

Fu Ying knew that he was joking and teasing herself, but she was still a little panicked when her mind was unintentionally exposed.

Afraid of being found out, he told lies as if they were real: "I'm thinking about self-criticism, but I haven't written it yet."

"Review..." Shen Liguang couldn't help laughing, "Are you causing trouble again?"

Fu Ying lowered her head angrily: "...that was the last time my little brother took me into a fight. I didn't fight, but the class teacher asked me to write a self-criticism."

(End of this chapter)