Chapter 21 Come Back to Get Married and Have Children
Ever since Meng Tang could remember, it was Sister Fang who applied medicine and wiped her tears.
When Wei Chuan suddenly wanted to apply medicine to her, she was stunned for a moment.
Several red marks on his palms began to bleed, and Wei Chuan couldn't help but frown: "The old man was too cruel."
Meng Tang was wrong in the first place. She hissed, "I'm just disappointed that I can't make the best of it."
"Don't move." Wei Chuan grabbed her wrist, "Rinse it with clean water first."
Sister Fang brought two or three kinds of medicine, for anti-inflammatory and anti-infection.
After washing and disinfecting, Wei Chuan held the back of her hand with his palm and applied hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder.
"Just wrap it lightly with gauze. I'm convinced. My left hand is fine, but my right hand is in trouble."
He felt pain watching it, and his brows were furrowed the whole time.
The back of his hand felt scorching hot. Meng Tang withdrew his hand and pursed his lips. "It's okay. It will be fine in a few days."
"Did he know that your left hand was injured?" Wei Chuan tightened the bottle. "He knew and still hit you. He's such a heartless person."
"I didn't say anything." Meng Tang looked at him. "Actually, Grandpa loves me very much and indulges me occasionally, but once he notices that there's something wrong with my attitude, he'll inevitably give me a slap on the palm of his hand."
"So...where are your parents?"
There was a moment of silence in the yard. He had wanted to ask this question yesterday when they were climbing the mountain, but he didn't find a suitable opportunity.
"Divorced." Meng Tang lowered his eyes. "I was raised by my grandfather."
Wei Chuan snorted and laughed: "I raised you up and I was willing to beat you, but the old man taught you very well."
"We just depend on each other." Meng Tang didn't want to talk about this topic and changed the subject abruptly: "Why are you here so early?"
Wei Chuan went to the side and washed his hands with clean water, without raising his head: "It's not early, it's already past nine o'clock."
Sister Fang brought two plates of pastries from the kitchen to Meng Tang and called Wei Chuan to join them: "You two can fill your stomachs first."
"Thank you, Sister Fang." She handed Wei Chuan a piece of mung bean cake and said, "Sister Fang made this herself. Try it."
Wei Chuan had water in his hands, and he subconsciously bent his neck forward and opened his mouth.
Meng Tang was stunned: "Don't you have hands?"
"Sorry." Wei Chuan shook his hands, pinched a piece of food and stuffed it into his mouth. "At home, I open my mouth when food comes. I just did it out of habit."
Seeing that he was confident and righteous, Meng Tang muttered, "Young Master."
After finishing his mung bean cake, Wei Chuan gave Sister Fang a thumbs-up: "Masters are among the common people."
The food cooked by his aunt is not as delicious as that cooked by Sister Fang.
Sister Fang was so amused by him that she couldn't stop smiling.
Meng Tang watched quietly and felt that his fans were right to name him "Wei Tian". At least he was sweet-mouthed and could make people stunned.
After finishing his tea, Meng Tang stood up and said, "Aren't you going to the front yard exhibition hall? Let's go."
Wei Chuan quickly turned around and followed.
The exhibition hall is on the east side of the front yard. Over the years, the person who has come the most is Meng Yuchun.
The hall is naturally lit by daylight, which is cut in by slanted windows to avoid direct sunlight that would damage the wood.
The woody fragrance was quiet, and Wei Chuan subconsciously said, "It smells like you."
Meng Tang paused, these words sounded awkward.
She cleared her throat and pointed, "This unbalanced duck was carved from camphor wood by me when I was eight years old."
Wei Chuan looked over and laughed out loud: "The duck's head is bigger than its butt. It's so cute. How come I didn't notice the disproportion?"
Meng Tang: "...I even got scolded by my grandfather at that time, but my classmates liked it very much, so I carved a lot of them and gave them away."
That was the first time someone liked something she carved, even though it was unsightly.
Wei Chuan took a step forward, turned around and asked Meng Tang: "This pen holder is quite beautiful. How old were you when you carved it?"
"I put it in my study for two years when I was 13. Later, a better one came along, so my grandfather put it away."
Wei Chuan lingered in this row for a long time and discovered that 13 years old was a watershed in Meng Tang's works.
Because the "Cat Cat Catching Butterflies" she carved when she was 15 years old was already vivid, and the "Cicada" she carved when she was 17 years old was even more lifelike.
"Are you selling these things?" Wei Chuan was eager to buy something. "I like this cicada."
Meng Tang shook his head: "Someone offered a high price, but Grandpa won't sell it."
Wei Chuan said regretfully, "It's priceless."
Meng Tang smiled.
"I have a question. The old man didn't allow you to produce the piece at the university, so why did you agree to help me carve a confession object?"
Meng Tang laughed: "Actually, I didn't intend to charge you. I said the price was deliberately high, but I didn't expect you to agree."
Wei Chuan: "So, you don't plan to take my money?"
Meng Tang: "You wish, I'll just charge you for the materials."
She carved things at school, which did not conflict with the old man's requirements, so she could just treat it as homework.
Utilitarianism cannot carve a living piece of wood, she understood what the old man meant.
"So you'll come back after graduation?"
Meng Tang nodded: "Come back and get married and have children."
"What?" Wei Chuan suspected he had misheard, "Say it again."
Meng Tang blinked. "Come back, get married, and have children. After four years of hard work, I must make my graduation sculpture famous. According to Grandpa's wishes, I must carry forward the traditional craft of boxwood carving. If I don't have children, who will I pass it on to? I can be an apprentice, but talent is something that is influenced by both genetics and the environment."
Wei Chuan was confused: "What about Xu Heqing?"
Meng Tang: "...You ask me?"
Wei Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't you like her yourself? If I don't ask you, who else should I ask?"
Meng Tang: "...that depends on their willingness."
"He doesn't want you to come back and just find someone to marry?" Wei Chuan was inexplicably angry. "Are you trying to play tricks on my brother?"
Meng Tang: "What's the joke? I just have a crush on him. I don't want to do anything with him. What parents would accept their son coming back to Yanqing with me after graduation?"
Wei Chuan: "Actually, you can stay in Z City. Xu Heqing will stay in Z City to develop his career. Since you like him, why don't you confess?"
"My grandfather is old." Meng Tang glanced at him, "I can't leave here. I am both a granddaughter and an apprentice. I have to respect my teacher, value the teachings, pass on the skills, and carry on the legacy...all of these are my responsibilities."
Wei Chuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word of rebuttal for a long time.
Meng Tang felt a little pain in his palms, and his mouth was dry after chatting with Wei Chuan for a long time.
Wei Chuan saw that she was not feeling well and let her rest.
Wei Chuan was sitting in the corridor when the old man called out to him, "How is Xiaotang's injury?"
"If you care, why don't you ask her?" Wei Chuan raised his eyes and replied.
The old man glanced at him, the arc of his eyes almost identical to Meng Tang's: "You are quite talkative. You must have been beaten a lot at home, right?"
Wei Chuan snorted: "You guessed wrong, no one dares to mess with me at home."
The momentum is full, but the heart is empty.
"He's a tyrant." The old man asked calmly across the stone table in the yard, "What does your family do?"
Wei Chuan said boredly: "It's just some small business. Now my eldest sister and my father are in charge of the group's affairs."
Old man: “…”
Small business? Group?
"Eldest sister?" The old man pondered, "How many sisters do you have?"
"Three."
The old man pretended to be contemptuous: "Oh, you still favor boys over girls?"
Wei Chuan was preoccupied with his thoughts and automatically ignored this. Suddenly, he raised his eyes and asked, "Old man, is Meng Tang really going to come back and get married after graduation?"
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