Chapter 124 A grandson is not as good as a painting

"It's clear that the political commissar and Yi Yi are dating, and the Lu family supports it. Some things..." Jian Dashan didn't know what to say.

Jian Zhongliang frowned and listened without saying a word.

After thinking for a long time, Jian Dashan spoke again, "You have also been young. Some things can be let go by turning a blind eye. There is no need to be so serious."

Others would never have thought of such a good thing!

"Dad, Yi Yi is only seventeen." Jian Zhongliang knew what his father meant.

"Your mother married me at the age of sixteen, and became pregnant with your elder brother at seventeen." Jian Dashan said immediately.

"Yi Yi is still studying." Jian Zhongliang sighed.

That was many years ago. The current marriage age is 22 for men and 20 for women.

My little girl is still a long way from marriageable age!

Who knows what will happen during this time?!

If it doesn't work out in the future...

Do you still want to keep your reputation as a little girl?!

"I didn't say that she can't study." Jian Dashan sighed.

He glanced at the door before lowering his voice and saying, "Some things should just be left to nature. The Lu family only has Lu Yujing as their only descendant. If Yi Yi really gets pregnant, the Lu family will have to build a shrine for her!"

"And you've seen how Old Lady Lu treats Yi Yi. What else are you worried about?"

"Zhongliang, if you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever."

At the end, Jian Dashan sounded quite serious.

Previously, everyone thought that Lu Yujing liked the eldest granddaughter, but it turned out to be the youngest granddaughter.

No matter whether it was the eldest granddaughter or the youngest granddaughter, as long as she was the granddaughter of her Jane family, it would be fine.

Since this great blessing has befallen their Jian family, then their Jian family should prosper.

Jian Zhongliang sighed in his heart and did not refute...

I didn't agree either.

Privately, he still felt that a marriage between people of equal social status was better.

Every time he met Lu Yujing, he felt that he was the "son-in-law".

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The other side

In the study on the first floor, Jian Qingyi was painting at the desk with a paintbrush in hand, concentrating on painting.

Mr. Zhou and Mr. Lu stood on her left and right like the two generals Heng and Ha.

Lu Yujing, Zhou Chenfeng, and He Qian stood on both sides of the desk like guardian angels.

Fortunately, Jian Qingyi has superb painting skills and a strong heart. If he was a novice painter, he would have been flustered and at a loss what to do in this situation.

In a short while, a picture of misty autumn mountains took shape.

As Jian Qingyi described...

The maple leaves moistened by the drizzle are clearer and brighter, as if coated with a layer of crystal clear dewdrops, and every vein on the maple leaves exudes brilliance.

It even gives people a feeling of fresh air blowing in their face.

The more Mr. Zhou watched, the more excited he became.

This is not a painting, it is clearly moving Akiyama in front of you.

Zhou Chenfeng, who has always had little patience, also watched it from beginning to end.

It was not until Jian Qingyi put down her paintbrush that he looked up in shock.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that such a masterpiece was created by a little girl.

No wonder his old man didn't believe that the painting on the wall was painted by a little girl.

It would be hard to believe if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

This may be a gift from God!

"Yi Yi, this painting can be regarded as your gift to Grandpa Zhou." Grandpa Zhou rubbed his hands together.

"What do you mean it's a gift for you? This was painted for me by my granddaughter-in-law. Get away from me and don't get involved with it." Old Master Lu immediately stood in front of the painting.

If the paint hadn't dried yet, he would have wanted to put it away.

"Old Man Lu, don't you have a painting?" Old Man Zhou pointed to the painting hanging on the wall.

"What do you care about me? I do have a hundred paintings, but they were painted for me by my granddaughter-in-law." Mr. Lu refused to give in.

"Don't you like my pair of blue and white porcelain vases? I can exchange them with you, right?" Old Master Zhou thought for a moment.

"No change!" Mr. Lu was firm.

Perhaps he felt that the word "not exchangeable" was not clear enough, so he paused and added: "Not exchangeable for a thousand gold coins!"

Zhou Chenfeng and He Qian ignored the two old men and focused their attention on the painting.

In the misty fog, the drizzle spreads a hazy beauty. It seems like the soft bokeh of nature, outlining a tranquil artistic conception.

Paired with fiery red maple leaves, it not only brings visual enjoyment, but also makes people feel the charm of nature.

"Are you tired?" Lu Yujing handed over the ginseng tea that had been brewed long ago.

"Not bad!" Jian Qingyi took it and took a sip.

A few hours is really a piece of cake for her.

In her previous life, her highest record was staying awake for a whole day and night.

But I made up for it by sleeping for several days in a row.

"Old Man Lu, haven't you always liked my black jade Go set? I'll give it to you as a gift. Is that okay?" Old Man Zhou gritted his teeth.

Zhou Chenfeng and He Qian beside them tried hard to hold back their laughter.

That black white jade Go set was given to Mr. Zhou by an old comrade-in-arms. He has always treasured it very much and gets angry with anyone who tries to touch it.

A few years ago, the young and frivolous Zhou Chenfeng stole the Go set while Mr. Zhou was away, ready to challenge Lu Yujing to a duel. However, Mr. Zhou came back before they were halfway through the game.

That afternoon, Zhou Chenfeng's wails resounded throughout the entire compound.

In the end, it was Mr. Lu who stepped in and Zhou Chenfeng barely escaped an untimely death.

Now, for a painting, he was actually willing to exchange his favorite thing?!

It turns out that his grandson is not as good as the little girl's painting.

Mr. Lu frowned, as if hesitating.

"Old Man Lu, if you like it, you can ask your granddaughter-in-law to draw another one for you in the future." Old Man Zhou continued to lobby.

"My pair of blue and white porcelain vases are from the official kiln, not some folk kiln. And that black and white jade, holding it in my hand, the feeling is indescribable..."

"But..." Mr. Lu was still a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, I'll bring it to you later." Seeing that the painting had dried, Mr. Zhou carefully picked up the painting.

Perhaps he was afraid that Mr. Lu would go back on his word, so he ran away as soon as he got the painting.

That agile posture is comparable to that of an athlete sprinting 100 meters.

Mr. Lu looked at the study door where no one was, then turned to look at Jian Qingyi.

Lu Yujing immediately stood in front of Jian Qingyi, blocking his sight.

"Don't even think about it." Lu Yujing said bluntly.

"What am I thinking?" Mr. Lu frowned unhappily.

He hasn't said anything yet!

This brat is protected!

It’s true that men cannot be kept at home when they grow up!

"Even if you don't feel sorry for your granddaughter-in-law, I still feel sorry for my own wife!" Lu Yujing snorted.

Mr. Lu: “…”

Having a wife is great.

In the past, asking him to find a wife was like asking him to die. Now, he knows the benefits of having a wife.