HPDBC Chapter 160 Passing Cigarettes To The Father-In-Law
Chapter 160 Passing Cigarettes To The Father-In-Law
Qin Qian came to the study in a hurry, and didn't hear the sound of fighting that she thought along the way, and the whole villa was quite quiet.
Pushing open the door of the study, Qin Qian coughed from choking.
When she took a closer look, she found that the study room was smoky and full of smoke, not incense.
In front of the desk, Su Heng and Qin's father sat opposite each other, looking very harmonious.
Especially Su Heng, with eyes slightly closed, chest and back straight, sitting very upright.
However, Father Qin didn't seem to be in a very good condition. He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the chessboard in front of him. He seemed to be in trouble.
What surprised Qin Qian even more was that Qin's father still had a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.
In Father Qin's hand, there are several cigarette butts in the ashtray. God knows how many "377" cigarettes Father Qin has smoked in such a short period of time. No wonder the room smells so strong!
Seeing that the two of them didn't fight, Qin Qian felt relieved, but she was still very angry, so she came up immediately and pinched the cigarette in Father Qin's hand.
"Dad, what are you doing? It's been so long since you quit smoking, why did you start smoking again?!"
Hearing his daughter's blame, Qin's father, who had been thinking about what to do next, laughed, feeling embarrassed.
"Then what... just take a couple of sips, it doesn't get in the way..."
"Why is it not getting in the way? You smoke so much in such a short period of time. Do you know that once you smoke this stuff, all your previous efforts to quit smoking will be in vain!"
Qin Qian's face was full of displeasure, and when she lowered her head, she saw that there was still half a box of soft Chinese on the table.
Qin Qian directly threw the cigarette into the trash can, frowned and said, "Haven't you quit smoking for a long time? Why do you still have cigarettes at home? Could it be that you have been smoking secretly?"
Su Heng coughed and smiled embarrassedly: "Actually, I brought this cigarette.... I really didn't know that Uncle had quit smoking..."
When Su Heng came, he was very thoughtful. He felt that cigarettes were hard currency. If someone in Qin Qian's family smoked, he would pass it up, which would be sensible.
Even if no one is smoking, you will not be tired if you are prepared in your pocket.
In the end, he played chess with Qin's father, and it really came in handy. And it can be seen that Qin's father should still be an old smoker. Once he used his brain, he could not stop smoking one after another.
But, smoking his own cigarettes also means that father Qin is no longer with him, which is pretty good.
As a result, as soon as Qin Qian came over, she said that Qin's father had quit smoking a long time ago, and now she broke out in a cold sweat.
My own sin seems a bit big...
Knowing that the cigarette was given by Su Heng, Qin Qian was so speechless that she raised her fist, but thinking that it would not be appropriate to beat Su Heng fat in front of her father, she finally put it down.
"You..." Qin Qian gritted her teeth in hatred, and was about to scold Su Heng, but Qin's father smiled and smoothed things over for Su Heng.
"Okay, Xiaoqian, I want the cigarettes, so how can I blame Xiaosu? If I want to smoke, he must give it, can't I?"
"Xiao Su's chess skills are really good, we played several games and were all won by him.
"If I don't smoke and let my mind wander, I really can't beat him."
"Then did you beat him after smoking?"
"Neither won."
"..." Qin Qian was speechless.
She glared at Su Heng viciously, but she really had the urge to open the latter's head and see what kind of paste was inside.
Hey, won't you let my dad go?
Do you have any emotional intelligence? Really!
It’s hard work here, half a pack of cigarettes has gone down, if you continue to play, I’m afraid you’ll get tuberculosis!”
"Go and do something else, in short, just don't play chess."
"However, we are only halfway through this game of chess...
"What else is there to play? You only have two pawns left, and you still think you can win? Get rid of it!"
Qin Qian waved his hand helplessly, and then put away the chessboard for Father Qin.
Qin's father coughed lightly, and said to Su Heng with a blushing old face: "Then what, Xiao Su, I'm here first today, we're 6-0 for the time being, we'll come back next time we meet.
"I can't play chess anymore, otherwise you and I will come here to look at paintings, practice calligraphy and so on. Recently I have been practicing Huai Su's self-narration posts. I wonder if Xiao Su has any research on this?"
Su Heng said modestly: "It's a bit of research [I also like calligraphy and so on."
In fact, Su Heng does not know what calligraphy... 0
However, he has a system.
Before Su Heng learned about Qin's father's interest, he took the initiative to ask his younger sisters to play chess and write, and the system came as expected, and rewarded him with master chess skills and master calligraphy.
Master-level calligraphy includes not only calligraphy writing, but also various calligraphy knowledge.
It can be said that now Su Heng is able to pat his chest, and no one knows calligraphy better than him.
"Oh? Is it such a coincidence?" Qin's father was very surprised, "There are not many young people who like calligraphy now, come here, then you have to practice calligraphy with me.
As he said that, he took Su Heng to a cupboard beside him to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a volume of "Self-reporting Notes" that he treasured.
Of course, this "Self-reporting Tie" is not an authentic work, but it is also an imitation by a famous calligrapher five or six hundred years ago. It is also very valuable and can be regarded as an antique.
Seeing that the duo had shifted from playing chess to calligraphy, Qin Qian breathed a sigh of relief. She signaled Su Heng with her eyes not to fuss over her father as before before leaving the study.
Qin's father took out the four treasures of his study, and Su Heng also had a good eye for blackening him.
Father Qin rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile on his face, "You should know Huai Su's "Self-narrative Post" right? I have been copying this copybook for some years, and I think it is pretty good."
"I'll write a post in a while, and then you can try it too. If there is anything missing in 3.4, I can point it out to you.
"Okay, Uncle." Su Heng nodded, like an obedient student.
Seeing this, Qin's father thought that Su Heng's calligraphy should not be very good.
After all, it doesn't matter if you have a high level of design and good chess skills, but you can't do calligraphy, right?!
Do you really consider yourself a master of time management?
Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I know you can play the piano, I know you can't beat you in chess, but you can't do calligraphy, right?
Otherwise, as an elder, where should I put my face?
After a while, I will make a copy of the "Self-narration Post" to open your eyes, and I will let you write another post later, and put on airs to give pointers. This is the style of the elders!
Perfect.
However, Qin's father didn't know that the last person who wanted to give advice to Su Heng seemed to be Brother Yang. .