Her Sniper

The dining room.

"In a few days, it will be grandfather Qi's 90th birthday. Mrs. Jiang is preparing a birthday present for him. What do you want to give him?" Mrs. Jiang was obviously disconsolate.

Like them, they all live to this age, and they have no pursuit of common things. What are they going to give.

"Don't be stunned." Mr. sniper patted Wen Shishi's hand under the table. "Eat well. The birthday ceremony is not urgent."

"Well." Wen Shishi nodded gently.

Her bad mood suddenly disappeared, and now her mind was attracted by the birthday gift.

After dinner, Mrs. Jiang took Mr. sniper and Wen Shishi to the living room.

There are many objects piled up on the table in the living room, such as ancient calligraphy and paintings, long antiques and shining emeralds. It's all on the table.

At a glance, I thought it was a treasure house.

"Grandma, this is..." Wen Shishi looked at a pile of things on the table and hesitated.

Mrs. Jiang pointed to the treasure all over the table and sighed: "I don't know what to send. I've just taken it out. Come on, help me."

Mr. sniper can't laugh or cry, and Mrs. Jiang's posture is too big.

"Help me see if it's a little tacky to send these? I'm so picky. " Mrs. Jiang pinched her eyebrows and looked at the table full of things, very tangled.

These things are valuable treasures that can be directly used as family heirlooms.

But grandfather Qi has been involved in architecture for so many years. As an authority, there is no shortage.

Wen Shishi helped Mrs. Jiang sit down, looked around at the things on the table, and gave an idea: "grandma, you see this calligraphy and painting is good, very suitable for gift giving."

"Well, I think so, too, but Lao Qi is celebrating his ninetieth birthday this year, and it's not very important to just send calligraphy and paintings." Old Mrs. Jiang was entangled.

Mr. sniper looked at Mrs. Jiang and laughed.

"Grandma, at the age of grandfather Qi, I don't care about these things for a long time." He came to comfort.

"I understand that, but..." Mrs. Jiang is still entangled.

Mr. sniper came closer and said to Mrs. Jiang in a deep voice, "I think grandfather Qi just wants to meet his old friends and make peace with each other. What his old people like is a heart, not empty ones."

"That's true. I'm a devil." Old Mrs. Jiang said with a smile, but she didn't insist on what to send.

"Empty handed in the past is not good-looking in the end, I remember grandma has a pair of plates of walnuts for many years, the slurry is mellow, it should be a good choice to give to grandfather Qi." Wen Shishi also smiles.

She has a deep interest in architecture since she was a child. Naturally, she has seen the interview and lecture of grandfather Qi.

It is not difficult to see that grandfather Qi once revealed his love for this kind of antiques.

"Well, the old man mentioned it before, but I forgot it." Old Mrs. Jiang's wrinkles in the corners of her eyes all burst out laughing.

She beckoned the housekeeper to bring the walnuts: "I've been serving the walnuts for so long, but I still have feelings. It's cheaper for Lao Qi."

Even though she said it was cheap for her grandfather, Mrs. Jiang's packing was unambiguous.

Three days later, Mr. sniper looked at the housekeeper and said, "is the car ready?"

The housekeeper nodded, how could he forget what Mr. sniper told him, and confidently said, "the car is ready. Will you start now, young master?"

Mr. sniper slightly glanced at Wen Shishi. Wen Shishi seemed to be aware of it, and raised his head to Mr. sniper's eyes.

"All ready, let's go." Wen Shishi smiles.

"Good." Mr. sniper answered.

"Young master, the car is ready. Do you want the driver to come?" Said the housekeeper.

Mr. sniper shook his head without saying a word, helped Mrs. Jiang into the car, and then sent Wen Shishi to the co driver.

The housekeeper knowingly put the key in the driver's seat, then turned and left.

Mr. sniper got into the driver's seat and looked at Wen Shishi's red face. He said with a smile, "so happy?"

"Yes." There is no taboo in Wen's poems.

Mrs. Jiang in the back seat couldn't help laughing when she heard the movement in front of her.

See front silent son, smile: "you don't mind me, continue."

Now, Mr. sniper's face is a little red.

Wen Shishi clenched her fist and put it on her mouth and coughed: "OK, let's go there quickly. Grandfather Qi's birthday banquet is very important. Don't delay."

The car soon arrived at its destination.

Grandfather Qi's house is located in another city. Mr. sniper and his family came to his house across the city. They started early, so they came very early.Like them, there are many people who come early. It's very busy in front of the mansion. The housekeeper outside recognized Mrs. Jiang with a sharp eye.

He trotted all the way to old Mrs. Jiang and said respectfully, "you're here. Master Qi got up before dawn today. He's always thinking about you. I'm afraid that the reception is not good. I'm waiting for you at the door early."

With the help of Wen Shishi, Mrs. Jiang stepped out and looked at the mansion in front of her. She felt some emotion for a moment.

Before opening his mouth, the housekeeper took over the job of Wen Shishi, held Mrs. Jiang's hand, and spoke slowly: "this courtyard is a legacy of the last era. It's said that it's a prime minister's mansion. Master Qi's predecessors bought it at a glance. It's also a piece of good land. After buying it, the Qi family has been in good weather all the way, but it's still a good place."

The style of the courtyard is not gorgeous European style, but Jiangnan style. Fengshui has the tenderness of Jiangnan women and the forthrightness of Jiangnan swordsmen.

"The old man still yearns for Jiangnan." Mrs. Jiang coughed a few times and opened her mouth slowly.

The Housekeeper should come down and say: "unexpectedly, you still have this aspect of research. Master Qi really has a special preference for Jiangnan style. It's not only the courtyard, but also the style of the house. No wonder master Qi is thinking of you, so you know it."

The housekeeper happily said that, Mrs. Jiang nodded in response to the housekeeper's words, while Wen Shishi looked at several celebrities and entrepreneurs in front of the house.

There are several people who have never met, but Wen's poems are in the books. They are representatives of the top class families. We can imagine how different grandfather Qi's identity is.

Wen Shishi listened to the conversation between the two people and touched Mr. sniper's arm. Mr. sniper whispered: "what's the matter?"

Mr. sniper looked in the eyes of Wen Shishi. He was a few well-known architects. Wen Shishi was originally from this industry, so he naturally cared about it.

"I'll go with you later?" Mr. sniper thought about it and said.

"Well."

"What are you two doing? Follow grandma." Mrs. Jiang walks slowly to Mr. Wen Shishi and Mr. sniper.