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Chapter 155 The Second Visit (5)
Ye Fusang nodded and helped him onto the wheelchair: "Okay, be careful."

Seeing the movement here, Tang Jiaao had already walked over to help, and directly helped the old man Tang into the wheelchair: "The old ancestor wants to go back?"

"Go back, chat with the little girl in the morning, and feel relaxed." Old Mrs. Tang said with a smile: "I'm afraid I can't change myself. I always want to do the next step for the little one, and I'm used to it. This time But the little girl reminded me that some things cannot be forced, and the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, especially this kind of emotional matter."

Tang Jiaao obviously knew how to communicate with the old lady Tang, and said sullenly: "The old ancestor has always been transparent, this time he just thought of going with Miss Ye."

Ye Fusang followed beside him, not knowing whether he should answer the conversation, so he obediently remained silent.

She still had her sketching tools, so she greeted old Mr. Tang, went over to pack up her things, put away the drawing board and easel and carried it on her back. Before the small oil painting was dry, she took it in her hand. Old Mr. Tang stretched out her hand: " I'll take another look."

He took the painting and said with a smile: "From this painting, the owner of the painting looks gentle and peaceful, but he is stubborn and determined, and there is a fire in his heart, but the fire is still starting a prairie fire. If it erupts someday, it may be a sea of ​​flames." .”

Ye Fusang was embarrassed: "Old Ancestor, I don't understand what you said."

Tang Jiaao glanced at her and explained: "The ancestor praised you for your potential. If the time is right, you will definitely do something in the future."

Ye Fusang was even more embarrassed, and quickly waved his hands: "You really flatter me, old ancestor. I'm not as capable as you said. I'm at work, and I really like my current job."

The old lady Tang nodded at her: "Little girl, I have been watching people for a lifetime, and I have never missed them. You are still young, and when you reach a certain age, you will find that these are not enough to satisfy you now. Other ideas Naturally there will be more. People who always think less are easy to be satisfied. People who always think too much are timid and fearful. If they usually think less, once they think more, they are not satisfied with the status quo and instinctively want more. More, stick to one point, think it through, and if you are familiar with it, it will be easy to get things done.”

Ye Fusang was naturally happy when people praised him, but he was noncommittal about what old Mrs. Tang said, and there was nothing to explain. Who can tell what happened next?
Old Mr. Tang looked at the painting and said, "This is it after the painting is finished?"

Ye Fusang nodded: "Small paintings are simple, and the details cannot be carefully crafted. This is the end of the painting."

Old Mr. Tang said: "Then give it to me, an old man. It's rare for a little girl to rush to give me a painting."

Ye Fusangmo, she didn't rush to give it away, she didn't plan to give it away at all, he snatched it.

After entering the house, Ye Fusang didn't say anything else, just followed behind obediently. Old Mrs. Tang asked her to take the painting to dry, and asked her: "Have you eaten in the morning? Are you hungry? Obviously, let me give you some Come on pastry."

The old man Tang habitually decided everything, and Ye Fusang didn't object. When the pastries came, he pinched a few pieces symbolically. The old man Tang was helped to the sofa, and asked as if chatting, "Ah-Zi made you unhappy again. Is it right? Hey, I knew that the child can't do anything with girls, and he can't coax others, and he always does bad things with good intentions."

Ye Fusang smiled, but didn't answer.

Old Mrs. Tang obviously didn't intend for her to answer the call, and continued: "Ah Zou used to not call home when he went to school, and he is still like this now. There is really nothing he can do about it. Every time his mother calls him, she always calls me With an impatient tone, he hung up without saying a word. A while ago, he called back suddenly one afternoon, guess what he told the family? "

Ye Fusang didn't know what he said, but he guessed that it was related to the matter of telling him not to call before, so he just shook his head: "Old ancestor, I can't guess."

Old Mrs. Tang smiled: "He told his family that he is now accepting the little girl's test, and he will not make or answer the phone if he tells the family not to call. I don't know what the test is, but he said it in a serious way. It's about caring, so that no one can bully you."

Ye Fusang was silent, he couldn't eat the cake he was holding in his hand, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Old Mrs. Tang has already continued to speak: "It's rare for him to be so obedient. To be honest, I'm very happy to hear him say that. This kid is very persistent in doing things. He doesn't listen to persuasion. If he thinks it's right, he will do it to the end. However, he is calm. He also listens to reasoning with him from time to time. Since he grew up, he seldom listens to what his family says, and he is always spoiled. It doesn't come into my ears or my heart. I'm very happy to be able to restrain him, otherwise this child may be lawless and cause big troubles in the future."

Ye Fusang couldn't help but glanced at old Mr. Tang. It turned out that they all knew that Tang Zou's actions would cause trouble if he didn't take things lightly or seriously. Thinking about the Tang family, that is to say, the Tang family was not the kind of unreasonable people. At least old Mr. Tang Except for the tough and unquestionable performance at the beginning, the rest of the time is really kind, without any meaning of persecution.

She still didn't speak, and she didn't think that Tang Xiao had any idea of ​​listening to her. In fact, she didn't want that kind of obedience at all, which put a lot of pressure and burden on her. It seemed that Tang Xiao only listened to her alone, making her seem special. .

After talking about Tang Zou, the old lady Tang talked to her about other topics. He has a lot of research on the collections at home, and he can point to a painting and tell Ye Fusang the origin of the painting for a long time. Fusang was indeed more interested in these topics, but listened to them with great interest.

The lunch at the Tang's was much more comfortable than last time, there was less staring, and the conversation with the old lady Tang was relaxed, and people naturally relaxed.

I went back in the afternoon, carrying the tools back and back, Ye Qingtong looked at her hands: "Sister, where are the paintings you drew? Could it be that there are no paintings? Then why did you go?"

Ye Fusang was silent, and said: "Draw it, give it away."

Ye Qingtong rolled his eyes: "How about giving it to me? I don't even have a painting in my room."

Ye Fusang had no choice but to say: "Then I will draw it for you next time."

After get off work on Monday, Ye Fusang and Ye Qingtong bought books together in the bookstore. There is a large bookstore in the center of the pedestrian street, which is the largest library in Tongcheng. The two went to buy books. Ye Qingtong went to find the books he wanted, and Ye Fusang was designing Hanging around in front of the bookcase, she purposely looked for the book she wanted, found a similar one, and stood there looking down at the book.

Gao Jing chatted with her two classmates and walked around with a smile. When she looked up, she saw Ye Fusang standing alone, flipping through a book.

She lowered her head, her long curly hair was tied into a simple ponytail, her plain face was facing the sky, and a few strands of thin and soft hair hung down on both sides of her delicate cheeks. Her white and slender fingers were exposed from the cuffs of her black cotton coat. Gently turning over, a pair of snow boots were on under the feet, a slender calf in leggings was exposed between the mid-length thick cotton coat and the chubby snow boots, and the person looked warm and not bloated.

(End of this chapter)