After Rebirth, the Buddha-like Star Is a Medical Expert

"Are you ashamed to call yourself an artist?" Ning Shizhao looked at his half-century-old son with a sullen face, "Every time I ask you how my handwriting is, your comments are always the same, whether it is Liu style, Yan style, cursive script It's still cursive script, what a jerk!"

"Dad, aren't you embarrassing me? I don't like to write these things, how can I understand if your handwriting is good?" Ning Yi scratched his head and slapped him, "My handwriting is ugly, I Admit it! Don’t count on me in this life, oh, don’t count on your grandson either, Ning Youyu’s mother said, enroll him in calligraphy class, and went to four classes, the calligraphy teacher called angrily Let's kick our kids out of school!"

"You!" Ning Shizhao glared, his face turned blue from his son's shameless anger.

Holding the word "Fu" in his hand, he looked around angrily, wanting to see if there was something handy that could be used temporarily.

He thought it would be okay to beat his son again before the Chinese New Year.

Ning Yi was a clever ghost when he was young, and an old fox when he was old.

Seeing that his father was so angry and still looking around, he knew the little Jiujiu in his heart, so he quickly said something nice, "Father, your son is going to be a grandfather soon, you don't have to teach me anymore, after the New Year's Eve Yes, the children are here, don't make me look bad."

Of course Ning Shizhao knew such a reason, but he couldn't be more angry, "You also know how to lose face?!"

Ning Yi just laughed, "Why am I shameless? Anyway, your son is somewhat of a character."

Ning Shizhao glared at him, "You have the guts to say that you are someone?"

Ning Yi said proudly, "Why not? This year alone, I won the Magnolia Best Director Award."

Since Ning Yi entered the industry after filming "Before I Died", she works on big screens and seldom shoots TV dramas.

But in the past few years, it has increased with age.

He also began to seek breakthroughs in all aspects.

I always felt that I couldn't stay in the field I was familiar with, so I started not to limit myself to only making movies, but would take the initiative to find good TV scripts with the team.

He also started filming TV series when he was suitable.

Although filming TV dramas and filming screens are both filming stories, the techniques and forms of expression are still different.

Ning Yi has made several feature films in a row in the TV series. Although word of mouth is not bad, he has not achieved the results he wanted.

This year, he finally made a breakthrough in TV dramas, and he won a Magnolia Award for Best Director.

In terms of career, it can be regarded as a harvest and joyful year.

"No matter how good the TV is, it won't make it to the stage."

Of course Ning Shizhao knew about his son's achievements, and when he usually went out to meet up with his old friends, he would always talk about his useless young son.

But at this moment, he got angry again, and every minute his wife possessed her, "You are really capable, you can write the calligraphy for me, and I will introduce some calligraphy to you, so that you can be regarded as a cultural person , otherwise you are not a cultural person, and your art is not an art with connotation.”

"Dad, why are you dragging me to get through writing?" Ning Yi really had a big head, "Do you think this will work? My daughter and son-in-law will come back soon. They are a university professor and a double degree from Harvard and MIT." Talented students, are they cultural people? I'll let them accompany you to write Spring Festival couplets later, okay? As for my son-in-law, his handwriting is so good, I'm not boasting, you'll know when you meet later!"

OK, why not? !

The world says intergenerational relatives.

The Ning family, Ning Shizhao, Ning Youguang and Shi Mochiyue were no exception.

When Ning Shizhao heard Ning Yi say this, his face immediately became amiable, "Are you telling the truth? My grandson-in-law can really write well?"

"Of course..." Ning Yi hadn't finished speaking.

I heard a group of people outside hula la entering the house.

"Hey, they're back."

"Grandpa, Dad." Ning Youguang followed grandma, and Aunt Ming was the first to call after entering the house.

"Baby is back? Are you tired on the road?" Ning Yi happily came over to greet his daughter, and at the same time took Shi Mochizuki in his arms, brought him to Ning Shizhao and said loudly, "Dad, this is your grandson-in-law, how is it? Look at this appearance, isn't he a good-looking talent?"

"..."

Ning Shizhao has been used to being serious all his life, and he really can't understand Ning Yi's high-profile praise of his son-in-law's talent.

All the words he originally planned to say when he met his grandson-in-law for the first time got stuck.

So much so that Shi Mochizuki was gentle and refined, and called Ning Shizhao "Grandpa" full of admiration.

The old man had to nod his head slightly with a serious face.

Seeing that the old man was so serious, Ning Yi immediately seemed to comfort him, and lightly patted his son-in-law on the shoulder.

After that, he looked at Ning Shizhao again and said, "Dad, don't you still have a lot of Spring Festival couplets to write at home? Why don't you ask Mochizuki to write them for you? You just took a break and have some tea?"

Ming Jinxin was standing next to Ning Youguang, and when she heard this, her heart skipped a beat, feeling that her husband was reckless.

But he had already spoken, and he couldn't pull it back.

So he had no choice but to whisper to Ning Youguang's ear and ask, "How is Wangyue's handwriting?"

Seeing the worry in Aunt Ming's eyes, Ning Youguang smiled and nodded immediately, "Very good."

Ming Jin's heart fell to the ground in an instant.

After so many days of work, it's good that it's not broken here.

ahead.

Shi Mochizuki immediately took off her coat after the father-in-law said, and looked at Ning Shizhao, "Grandpa, what else do you need to write?"

Seeing his grandson-in-law, Gu Xihe in the back took off his coat without saying a word, and immediately winked at the workers waiting beside him, "Go, help the young master to collect the clothes."

The worker respectfully walked to Shi Mochizuki and took the coat from him.

When Mochizuki dipped in the ink again and picked up the pen, the smiles on the faces of Gu Xihe and Ning Shizhao deepened.

After everyone looked at Shi Mochizuki and wrote a few words.

Gu Xihe thought it was cold in the house, so she led the female relatives and took Fang Huai and Ning Youyu, who were even less educated, to the courtyard at the entrance to bask in the sun and drink tea.

Liu Ning Shizhao, Ning Yi, and Shi Mochiyue continued to write Spring Festival couplets in the house.

...

Outside the door, in the yard.

The workers refilled the tea and added a new fruit plate.

Gu Xihe, Ming Jinxin, and Ning Youguang drank tea and chatted.

Because Fang Huai was at home.

Ning Youguang inevitably cared about his sister-in-law's family.

When it came to the youngest daughter's family, Gu Xihe was unavoidably a little uninterested, and after briefly talking about their current situation, he stopped talking.

Fang Huai, on the other hand, would answer whatever Ning Youguang asked.

He told Ning Youguang about the situation at home in detail.

As expected, Fang Han was like in her previous life. She became pregnant after half a year of marriage, and later gave birth to a daughter. 1314