How can I spend the rest of my life with you? Don’t worry, it’s just meeting your dad, there’s absolutely no problem.”
Seeing Zhou Chen's confident and proud look, Wang Ying, who was still a little nervous, was amused by Zhou Chen.
"You can be poor, but you have to make some preparations to try to make my dad have a better impression of you. In the end, my dad will have to nod for our affairs."
Zhou Chen asked: "It's your first time visiting your home. You must bring something with you. Yingying, do your parents like anything? What should I bring?"
"this?"
This question stumped Wang Ying. People in their family did often give gifts, but the problem was that Zhou Chen was different from those people. Today she was visiting as her boyfriend, so she really had no experience in what she wanted to give.
As soon as Zhou Chen saw it, he knew that Wang Ying was a novice in this field, so he asked in a different way.
"You always know what your parents like, right?"
"My dad usually..."
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In the evening, Zhou Chen and Wang Ying got into the car. Zhou Chen did not drive there today, but the Wang family sent a driver to pick them up.
When the Audi arrived at Wang Ying's villa complex, Zhou Chen could clearly feel Wang Ying's body tensing up and her appearance becoming nervous.
Zhou Chen comforted him in a low voice: "Why do you look more nervous than me?"
Wang Ying retorted angrily: "How could I not be nervous? This is the first time you have come to our house to meet my parents. Do you think everyone is like you, heartless and not afraid at all?
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"I don't mean to be heartless. I want to impress your parents with my sincerity and confidence. I wasn't nervous at all, but your behavior made me a little nervous."
When Wang Ying heard this, she immediately became anxious: "Really? Well, I won't be nervous anymore, so don't be nervous either."
After all, of course she still hoped that Zhou Chen would not be nervous and look his best when meeting his parents.
Zhou Chen patted her hand and said softly: "Don't worry."
The car stopped at the entrance of Wang Ying's villa. The two got out of the car one after another. Zhou Chen brought the gifts and walked into the villa with Wang Ying.
In the lobby on the first floor of the villa, Zhou Chen met Wang Ying's parents. He had met Wang Ying's mother before, but it was the first time for Wang Ying's father.
Wang Ying took the initiative and said: "Dad, Mom, I'm back."
Then he pointed at Zhou Chen and introduced to his father: "Dad, he is Zhou Chen."
Zhou Chen immediately took the initiative to step forward and called: "Uncle, Auntie."
Wang Ying's father looks to be in his forties or nearly fifty, and Wang Ying is somewhat similar to him. However, Wang Ying's father looks serious, with the majesty of a veteran cadre.
Wang Ying's mother said with a smile: "Zhou Chen is here, come and sit down."
"Thank you, auntie."
However, Zhou Chen did not sit down directly, but first put the gift in his hand on the table.
Wang Ying's father spoke for the first time: "I'm here as soon as I come. If you have anything else with you, bring it with you when you leave."
Wang Ying quickly explained: "Dad, this is Zhou Chen's wish. You can't come empty-handed. Mom, do you think so?"
Wang Ying's mother still didn't understand what her daughter meant, so she glared at her gently.
"Zhou Chen, your uncle is either targeting you or our family doesn't like this."
Zhou Chen had never seen anything before, so how could he be frightened by such a meeting.
"Uncle, aunt, you have misunderstood. This is nothing else. I heard Yingying say that uncle likes calligraphy, and I happened to have learned calligraphy, so I wrote a few words specially and brought it here to ask uncle for advice.
It doesn’t mean anything else.”
"oh?"
Wang Ying's father, who had a serious face, finally showed another expression and looked at Zhou Chen quite unexpectedly.
"Have you ever practiced calligraphy?"
"Yes, uncle, when I was abroad, my grandfather said that domestic calligraphy is profound and profound. Even if we are abroad, we cannot forget the essence of our ancestors. So in order to train me, he specially found a calligraphy teacher for me."
Wang Ying's father nodded and showed a satisfied expression: "Your grandfather is right. Even if you are outside, you can't forget your ancestors, let alone the essence of the motherland."
Zhou Chen took advantage of the situation and said: "I have practiced calligraphy for several years, and I think I am pretty good at it. The year before last, I asked a calligrapher to comment, but the master said that my calligraphy was too sharp and murderous. I have never been too good at it.
I understand, I just thought it was because I was young and energetic, so I heard Yingying say that my uncle is very accomplished in calligraphy, so I specially wrote a calligraphy and wanted to ask my uncle to comment and see if I have made any progress in the past two years."
"Too sharp, too murderous? That's interesting."
Wang Ying's father's interest was completely aroused: "I really want to see if your handwriting is really like this. Open it and take a look."
Zhou Chen immediately took out the calligraphy he had simply framed and spread it out on the table.
"The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
Seeing the words displayed by Zhou Chen, Wang Ying's father couldn't help but read them out. He looked at them carefully and admired the words in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.
After looking at it for a while, he praised: "I didn't realize that you are so good at calligraphy at such a young age. Not bad, very good."
He praised it first, then frowned.
"However, your words should have been written in one go, right?"
"Uncle Mingjian, I did write this couplet in one go. I was surprised at the time. I didn't expect it to turn out so smoothly."
Wang Ying's father shook his head: "It's all right, but the lines are indeed a bit too sharp, but that's normal. You are only in your early twenties. There are many young people at this age who are not sharp. How can your words be so sharp?"
This achievement is already quite extraordinary. It can be seen that you have really worked hard and are perseverant."
"Uncle, I was so impressed. In fact, I was forced to do so by my grandfather at the beginning. Later, I got used to it and slowly fell in love with it. But I also know that at my level, I still have a long way to go.
It is also an honor for me to learn from my uncle today."
Zhou Chen showed an honored and polite smile.
Wang Ying's father said with a smile: "There are tips for practicing calligraphy, but the most important thing is perseverance. The hand must be steady and the heart must be sincere..."
Wang Ying stared blankly at Zhou Chen, who was chatting and laughing with her father just by writing a piece of paper, feeling that her mind was a little hard to turn around.
She witnessed how this calligraphy came about. Yesterday they went out to buy the Four Treasures of the Study, and Zhou Chen wrote it casually.
Does this character really have so many meanings?
She was filled with doubts. She didn't know what level her father was, but she had to admit that Zhou Chen's method was really powerful.
Her father had a serious expression just now, but now he was laughing and discussing with Zhou Chen.
Although this is a good thing, she feels a little awkward for some reason. Is this process too simple?
Not only Wang Ying was surprised, but Wang Ying's mother was also very surprised.
But she was more impressed that she could accurately grasp her husband's entry point just by relying on her daughter's description. This ability surpassed that of most people.
She originally had a slight affection for Zhou Chen, but now that she saw that he could talk to her husband, she was even more satisfied.
Wang Ying's father explained to Zhou Chen like a teacher. Zhou Chen listened with a humble face, nodding from time to time, showing a thoughtful and benefited expression, which made Wang Ying's father speak more enthusiastically, and he looked like a child.
Teachable appreciation.
As they chatted, Wang Ying and her mother became spectators. Wang Ying simply sat next to her mother and looked at the two people who ignored them speechlessly.
In the end, it was Wang Ying's mother who took the initiative to interrupt the conversation between the two. Teacher Wang was interrupted and still looked unfinished.
Zhou Chen apologized to Wang Ying's mother with an embarrassed look on his face, saying that he had listened too seriously and had forgotten etiquette and so on.
As he spoke, he took out another gift he had brought.
"Auntie, I heard from Yingying that you like Taoist scriptures. This is the "Eternal Peace Sutra" that I copied, as well as a suspected lost Taoist scripture. I hope Auntie will like it."
"Tao Jing?"
Wang Ying's mother was very surprised. She took it and looked at it for a few times, then smiled and said, "You're paying attention."
"Auntie, you're welcome. This is what a junior should do."
In fact, Zhou Chen was also very surprised that Wang Ying's mother actually liked Taoism. In modern society, there are really very few people who like to study Taoism.
Especially for a family like the Wang family, it’s not surprising if you say that Wang Ying’s mother likes drinking tea, shopping, listening to music, shopping, etc. But she likes Taoism, which is really unique.
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Fortunately, he has lived for a long time and has stored a lot of things in his mind. He has also read Taoist collections in several ancient worlds, especially in the Langya Pavilion world. He has read all the rare books in Langya Pavilion.
To be continued...