What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

"Did you really write this?"

Xiao's father couldn't help but suspect that he knew Xiao Han's calligraphy skills.

Although there was an interval of three years, it was impossible to produce such a big change.

It seems that this is clearly the work of a master.

Looking at Xiao Han, his face became serious.

He suspected that this was a deliberate lie made by Xiao Han in order to please him.

Seeing the change in Father Xiao's face, the atmosphere began to become solemn, and the relatives present fell silent.

They all looked at Xiao Han.

I don't know how he would explain it.

It is also difficult for them to believe how a young man who was not outstanding before could become so outstanding in such a short period of time.

They didn't believe it if there was no moisture in it.

Next to her, Xiao Dong'er felt her heart pounding as she watched the reactions of her father and relatives.

Recently, she was happy that her brother had reappeared, but she never thought deeply about why he had changed so much compared to three years ago.

Could it be that I really faked it?

No, he should know his father's temper.

What dad hates the most is counterfeiting. Do as much as you can. This is his mantra.

I wouldn't do it knowingly.

In a hurry, she was about to step forward.

Suddenly, he was grabbed by the hand stretched out from beside him.

She turned her head and looked around, waiting for her appearance to be clearly seen before taking back the curse words that were already on her lips.

It's Lin Qingluo.

"Don't worry~"

Lin Qingluo shook her head gently at Xiao Dong'er, signaling her to calm down.

After being together for so long, she already knew Xiao Han. What's more, she was personally involved in the birth of this poem and this calligraphy.

Of course there is no rush.

Hearing Dad Xiao's question, Xiao Han still kept a faint smile on his face.

He is naturally not afraid of this.

"Dad, I did write this, including this poem."

At this time, Xiao Han was extremely confident.

He looked around and replied loudly.

Seeing Xiao Han's confident look, Xiao's father just nodded, leaned over and continued to appreciate it carefully.

But he heard it, this poem was also written by Xiao Han.

He wanted to see what kind of surprises his precious son, whom the outside world called a genius, could bring.

"Define the storm~"

He read each sentence softly.

I don’t see anything outstanding in the first few sentences, they just record the sudden heavy rain while playing.

Because there was no rain gear, several people traveling with us felt particularly embarrassed, but I was the only one who didn't feel it.

Still enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of me.

When he read the second paragraph, his expression was slightly startled.

"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not whistling and walking slowly. The bamboo stick and mango shoes are lighter than the horse, who is afraid? You can live your whole life in the misty rain."

After thinking about it, Dad Xiao raised his head and looked at Xiao Han in surprise.

This state of mind is not something that a young man like Xiao Han can experience.

"Okay, the writing here is good, and I can live my whole life in the misty rain."

He couldn't help but cheer loudly.

In fact, when he was reciting aloud, the relatives watching had already heard what Xiao Han had written.

Everyone present has a high level of education and can naturally understand the meaning of the words.

In surprise, they all turned their heads to look at Xiao Han.

Then he turned his head and continued to listen to Dad Xiao's reading.

"The cool spring breeze blows me away from my drunkenness. It's slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly. Looking back to the desolate place where I came from, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine when I return."

When he read this, Dad Xiao's face was filled with excitement, and the tone of his voice rose.

There is neither wind nor rain.

"Good words~"

In admiration, he was the first to applaud.

He admired this poem very much.

Under the flowing ink marks, it is even more broad-minded.

"Xiaohan, tell the truth, which master is this work from?"

At this moment, Dad Xiao is no longer obsessed with Xiao Han's fraud.

It no longer mattered whether it was fake or not, he just wanted to know the real author of this work.

The relatives who were watching also looked at Xiao Han.

His eyes were full of curiosity, wondering how Xiao Han asked this master to help him fake it.

Because the last signature clearly says Xiao Han's name.

"Dad, there is no master in writing this. I actually wrote it myself."

Looking at everyone still not believing it.

Xiao Han innocently spread his hands and looked directly at Lin Qingluo, who was smiling at the corner of his eyes.

Xiao Han immediately winked at her.

It seems to be saying, don't watch the fun, your man will not be able to explain clearly, why don't you get off the stage and explain.

Seeing that Xiao Han was already anxious, Lin Qingluo walked forward with a smile.

"Uncle, this work was really written by Xiaohan, I can testify to this."

As he said that, Lin Qingluo naturally took Xiao Han's arm, his face filled with pride.

Was it really written by Xiao Han?

Seeing Lin Qingluo standing in the middle, everyone was still doubtful.

"Xiao Lin, don't help this kid lie to me. I know exactly what level he is at."

Looking at Lin Qingluo standing up, a trace of complexity and relief flashed across Xiao's father's face.

It seems that this prospective daughter-in-law is really attracted to this stupid boy.

"This is indeed true, and there is no need for us to lie to you. This lyrics has not been made public yet, but Director Zhao knows about it. Xiaohan put this lyrics in a song, and when the song comes out, everyone will Clear."

Seeing that Dad Xiao was still suspicious, Lin Qingluo directly used Director Zhao, a big killer.

"Which Director Zhao is it? Is it the one from the Government Affairs Council?"

Hearing the mention of Director Zhao, Dad Xiao raised his head and looked at Lin Qingluo.

She nodded slightly.

He was still familiar with Director Zhao, and having him as his endorsement naturally dispelled everyone's suspicions.

But although the suspicion was gone, they still had doubts about Xiao Han's ability.

Still think it's impossible.

"Don't worry about it. My brother is now a well-known talent. He is a top figure in both the literary and entertainment circles. Otherwise, how could he be selected as the ambassador of traditional culture? Of course it is because he has What a talent.”

"Our teacher has said that my brother's attainments in traditional culture are extremely profound. He has already prepared to invite my brother to give a speech at the school."

After saying that, Xiao Donger also knew that she had slipped up in a hurry and revealed the news that had not yet been finalized.

"Really? Did your teacher really say that? He spoke so highly of your brother?"

Ye Yun grabbed Xiao Donger's arm and asked eagerly.

She knew Dong'er's teacher, who was a well-known figure in traditional cultural circles.

How could he speak so highly of Xiao Han? She suspected that Dong'er said this deliberately to save Xiao Han's face.

Seeing his mother's face full of disbelief, Xiao Donger became anxious.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket, found the chat history with her teacher and showed it to Ye Yun.

Looking at the chat records one by one, Ye Yun really believed it.

His expression also softened and he put on a smile again.

Everyone looked at the change in her expression, and they couldn't guess that it was all true.

They involuntarily turned their heads to look at Xiao Han.

He is promising. Xiao Han is really promising.