After returning to the city, the real daughter of Xuanxue just wants to start a career

Chapter 81 How can I touch it with my hands?

On Friday afternoon, He Yue only has two classes.

She greeted her roommates in advance and said she was ready to go home.

Xiao Leyou smiled and walked to the teaching building with He Yue: "Ruohan, ah Bu Heyue, as the Bai family's daughter, you must have thirty or fifty luxury cars when you go home."

Zhu Yu pushed Xiao Leyou: "Don't talk about that, is He Yue such a tacky person?"

In contrast, Yao Guojia from an ordinary family did not speak, but just cast envious eyes on He Yue's face.

He Yue smiled, climbed on the donkey, and clicked on the helmet.

"Everyone, let's go first."

Roommates:? ? ?

"She's not going home on a donkey, is she?"

"As far as I know, the Bai family is fifty or sixty kilometers away from here. Can this electricity reach it?"

Yao Guojia muttered: "Let's worry about ourselves first."

I bought two electric cars for my dormitory. At this time, Heyue ran away. What would the three of them do?

Xiao Leyou geared up: "Have you seen Ah San's military parade? Come on!"

So, when I broke through the school gate, there were three crazy laughters and the security guard's loudspeaker warning.

He Yue really wanted to drive the donkey back, but unfortunately the battery was not enough to support that far.

Earlier, her eldest brother sent her a message on WeChat.

Bai Mozheng: Doudou, Friday afternoon, after school, I will call a luxury motorcade to pick you up.

Confused: [White Eyes.jpg] Can you please stop being so tacky? I am a rich second generation with pursuits.

Bai Mozheng: If it’s not tacky, then I’ll change to a gong and drum troupe, Northeastern Flowers!

Confused: Brother, I think what I said under the overpass is right.

Confused God and Ghost: One car is enough. Don't be so arrogant. It won't have a good impact in front of the school.

Bai Mozheng: [Sigh.jpg] OK, just one.

……

Is He Yue afraid of being tacky? What she is afraid of is being struck by lightning because of too much fanfare.

There are three doors in the living area, and He Yue parked his car and waited.

Not long after, there was a sudden roar from the front, and a brand new motorcycle, equipped with a knight in all black leather pants, appeared at the school gate.

The linear body and the roar of the tailpipe immediately attracted a lot of attention.

The locomotive hit the accelerator twice more and drove in front of He Yue. The driver took off his helmet, it was Bai Mozheng.

"Doudou, let's go." Bai Mozheng handed over the helmet.

Seeing that He Yue was still in a daze, Bai Mozheng quickly explained: "Look, it's just a car. It doesn't even have more wheels than your donkey."

Nothing wrong...

Heyue got on the car wearing a helmet, and the motorcycle drove away.

"Oh my God, which school girl is this, who actually got rich?"

"You're out, this car is not something a rich man can handle."

"This is Kawasaki H2r, a track-specific version, not allowed on the road!"

……

After returning home, after some greetings, He Yue returned to the room that had been packed for her.

The thirty-square-meter house is extremely luxurious.

He Yue smiled. What she liked most was the two-and-a-half-meter-long mahogany chopping board.

Simple and calm.

Best for practicing calligraphy.

That day, Heyue locked the door and told the group that he would go to bed early.

But Bai Zhiyu discovered in the middle of the night that there was still light coming from under the door.

What is this sister doing?
  The next day, the whole Bai family set out and after more than an hour of bumpy roads, they arrived at a manor in the suburbs. The manor is not big, but it is full of exquisiteness. The garden has rockeries, circular gardens, small bridges and flowing water, and cornices and arches.

He Yue glanced at it and saw five or six luxurious cars parked at the door.

Led by Bai's father, the group walked through the garden path, stepped on the stone steps, and entered the already open door of the living room.

Entering the hall, there was a thin old man with white hair and beard sitting in the main seat. Time has left mottled marks on his face.

The old man is energetic, and it seems that he was also a shrewd person when he was young.

"Grandpa." He met Yue and bowed respectfully.

Tears flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes: "Doudou, come here."

The old man stared at He Yue's face: "I can't see clearly. The last time I saw you was seventeen years ago."

He wiped his eyes: "It would be nice if your grandma was still here."

He Yue smiled: "Grandpa, don't be sad. Grandma already knew I was back."

Mr. Bai's eyes became a little kinder, but there was some confusion on his face. Could it be that Ming Qian had already offered incense to his mother and told her about this?
  "Well, grandpa, can you go to your study room and meet me for the first time? I have a gift for you."

Everyone was surprised, is it so curled? After returning home after being separated for many years, I want to give my grandpa a gift first!

Moreover, what kind of gift is it that has to be given in the study?

The old man obviously didn't expect this, but he certainly wouldn't refuse He Yue's kindness: "Hehehe, I didn't expect that my old man hadn't given you a gift yet, but you took the initiative first. Come on, let's see what this mysterious gift is. What?"

The two walked into the study, leaving only a group of people outside looking at each other.

"Doudou, what's the gift? Take it out and take a look."

As soon as He Yue walked into the study room, he knew that this was the right gift. The study room was full of works by sages. Although they were not out of print, they were still precious.

"Grandpa, I heard from my eldest brother that you love collecting paintings and calligraphy. So I prepared some in advance."

Mr. Bai had a smile on his face, but he didn't feel much joy in his heart. The paintings and calligraphy that Doudou prepared were probably not what he liked. They were a little more expensive, and they were probably bought from a street shop.

It was rare for a granddaughter to have such a heart, and he felt warm in his heart.

He Yue opened his school bag and took out a scroll: "Grandpa, look."

The old man untied the rope, and the scroll slowly rolled away along the big case.

His eyes were instantly attracted to the signature. Wang Youjun!

Mr. Bai looked solemn: "Doudou, grandpa knows your thoughts, but your painting... I'm afraid it's a fake."

Previously, Father Bai and Mr. Bai had a phone call and learned that He Yue had not had a good life in the past seventeen years. He lived in the countryside and had little knowledge.

Therefore, Mr. Bai did not dare to speak too harshly. He couldn't directly say that the painting was fake.

Wang Youjun, the Taishan Beidou in the world of calligraphy and painting, a top master. Unfortunately, he passed away five years ago at the age of eighty-five.

He had seen all of his works during his lifetime and knew who their collectors were.

Only this one has never been seen before.

Seeing that there was no uneasiness or embarrassment on He Yue's face, Mr. Bai secretly thought that this child didn't know whether he had a calm mind or didn't know the seriousness of the matter.

Then he added: "Who wrote this calligraphy? Although it is fake, it can be regarded as a fake that can be mistaken for the real thing."

He Yue blinked: "Grandpa, take a look again."

Mr. Bai put on his reading glasses and bent over to take a closer look. When he saw the beginning, his expression changed drastically. When he saw the end, he suddenly covered his chest and beat it continuously.

He Yue quickly patted the back to help the old man feel better.

Mr. Bai calmed down and said, "Doudou, where did your calligraphy come from?"

He Yue poured a glass of warm water: "Grandpa, don't worry about where it comes from, just keep it if you like it."

"If you don't like the content of this calligraphy and painting, then I will take it away. I...I will ask this old friend to draw another one for you and give it a sign. Oh, just give it to someone."

"I like it, I like it, why take it away?"

As the old man spoke, he immediately opened his arms, like a child guarding a toy, and pressed them on the copybook. Then he jumped up again: "Oh, how can I touch it with my hands, my gloves..."

"This is Wang Youjun's authentic work! How can I use my hands!!!"

……

　Gifts should be sent to the heart.

　　Grandpa: Ahhhhhhhh (screaming chicken)
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)