My Third Gentleman

Chapter 1072 Grandpa Jing's Return (4)

Uncle Fu smiled lovingly, "Why did Miss look at me like this? Could it be that I have been away for two months, why is Uncle Fu different?"

Wushuang retracted his gaze, Yan Ran, and nodded, "Uncle Fu is the same as your name. He is a person of great luck. I saw you on the royal carriage that day."

Wushuang didn't hide it from him, they were all in the family, and they had something to say, without the so-called temptations or other crooked intestines.

Uncle Wushuang’s words were not surprised, but she didn’t expect that she would ask when they met, and smiled kindly, "Miss, there are things that Uncle Fu is inconvenient to talk about too much. On that day, Uncle Fu was indeed on the carriage of the king. It’s just a car driver. Okay, Lord, get up early to wait for you. This should be in the living room. Go in."

Wushuang also said the question in his mind, but didn't think that Fu Bo would really tell her, and did not ask, letting Mu Jinchen hugged into the main hall.

The still vigorous old man, dressed in the traditional Chinese costume, straightened his back and swung his back on the big round table in the living room.

When the old man writes big characters, he doesn't like to be in the study. He always likes the pear wood round table in the living room. He said that feels better.

Familiar with the old man's habits, the young couple did not speak after coming here, but stood quietly behind the old man and admired the old man's calligraphy.

They all say that writing is the second face of human beings. The old man’s writing is vigorous and powerful, with a tall and straight posture, like a pine, a dragon and a snake, and a silver hook. It is very domineering. It does not belong to any school. The character of style.

Until the completion of the masterpiece, the old man put down the wolf's hair in his hand and asked with a hearty smile, "Chen'er, Shuangshuang, come and see how grandpa is the word? I haven't written for a long time, but I'm very unfamiliar."

"When Grandpa writes, he forgets the palms of his hands and he has no distractions. Therefore, the gestures are magnificent and the gestures are prosperous. There is a kind of self-contained domineering, good writing!"

Mu Jinchen looked at the calligraphy and painting on the table and commented without hesitation.

The old man laughed happily, stroked the gray beard on his chin, and nodded unceasingly, "Chen'er is still good at talking. I think I like it. Go, go to the side hall."

"Shuangshuang, how is my great-grandson? Your complexion is good. It seems that Chen'er has taken good care of you, so I can rest assured."

Listening to Jing Beitang's words, Wushuang smiled sweetly and subconsciously stroked his belly.

"Grandpa, he's very good."

Jing Beitang stroked his beard again, his radiant face was even more pleasant, and nodded, "That's good."

The grandparents and grandchildren sat down in the tea boat in the side hall. The old man took out the Pu'er that Mu Jinchen had brought to him last time and handed it to him, "Come on for this, and both can drink some."

Mu Jinchen stretched out his hand to take it, and started leisurely making tea.

"You made a special trip to see Grandpa this time, or do you have something to ask?"

The energetic old man is the elite light shining in the old and muddy eyes, and he is no more confused than the young man.

"Grandpa, naturally it was your elder who came here. You avoided us last time in Country R. You must have hidden some secrets in Country R. But if Grandpa doesn't say anything, it's not easy for us to be a junior.

Wushuang yelled and murmured, making Jing Beitang laugh, and pointed her finger at her, "You girl, are you burying grandfather? The left and right are just old things. Knowing or not knowing also affects her. Nothing. During the few days you were in Country R, ​​Grandpa was really not free, so it's not something you can avoid."

(End of this chapter)