Jiang Ruiming has been living a comfortable life recently.
He was a person with no desires and nothing to show for it. Apart from his love of writing, he didn't care about money or power.
Not long ago, he was helping Hua Jian to determine the handwriting of a background picture.
Unexpectedly, it triggered many surprising things.
The talented senior schoolmate whom he had always admired turned out to be Hua Jian's biological mother.
I have to say that fate is a wonderful thing.
Back then, Jiang Ruiming was also ashamed and angry because Hua Jian took away such a large stake in Liangchen.
However, after learning about Hua Jian and his senior's identities, he realized the fate of the matter.
Liangchen was on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management, but it was Yishuang's paintings that helped Liangchen come back to life.
When Liangchen was on the verge of bankruptcy, Hua Jian bought and looked at Liangchen's shares. After Liangchen was revived because of Yishuang's paintings, Hua Jian appeared.
Like a complete and closed circle.
From then on, Jiang Ruiming treated Hua Jian as his own.
There was slow pipa music playing in the office and refreshing high-end sandalwood in the corner.
Jiang Ruiming hummed a tune and came over to admire the newly acquired paintings carefully.
"Director Jiang, are you in such a good mood today?"
The young man's voice was filled with intimacy.
Jiang Ruiming put down the magnifying glass, turned around, and said with a smile: "Come and take a look at the calligraphy and paintings I just collected."
Hua Jian was not polite. He walked over to watch with Jiang Ruiming. Bo Lin did not disturb them and walked around casually.
When Jiang Ruiming glanced at Bo Lin, he felt a little annoyed. "Oh, look at my brain. Mr. Bo, I'm sorry for making you wait. The inkstone is here. I'll give it to you. And the flower bamboo slips, why didn't you remind me?"
Hua Jian smiled and said, "No rush."
Honestly, I'm a little intimidated by the prospect of meeting Mr. Bo. It might be a good idea to just go and chat with both my dad and the old man.
Bo Lin paused and looked at Hua Jian calmly.
Tsk, Hua Jian is getting better and better at pretending.
If he hadn't heard his inner voice, Bo Lin really wouldn't have known that he was afraid.
"Director Jiang, has the painting hanging on your wall found a buyer? If not, I wonder if you'd be willing to part with it. My father loves this gentleman's work very much."
Bo Lin pointed at the painting on the wall and asked Jiang Ruiming.
Jiang Ruiming took one look and said immediately, "No, what's the point of giving up? We're family, so we shouldn't have different opinions. Go get the flower letter."
Hua Jian just followed orders.
After leaving Jiang Ruiming's place, Hua Jian took away, in addition to the inkstone and a painting, some rice paper that could not be bought outside, as well as very useful brushes from his small private storage.
Mr. Bo has been very interested in teaching Qi Fanling how to write calligraphy recently.
Hua Jian listened to Qi Fanling's words and kept thinking about this matter.
By the time they arrived at the Bo family's old house, the sun was about to set.
I don’t know when, but there were two swings in the old house. When Bo Lin drove the car into the yard, he happened to see Qi Fanling swinging on the swings.
After the little girl entered elementary school, she grew up very fast and looked like a big child in a blink of an eye.
She jumped off the swing with a bang and ran towards their car, "Uncle, Uncle Xiaohua, you're so late! I've been out of school for a long time."
Hua Jian closed the car door, turned around, picked up the little firecracker that was rushing towards him, and spun around.
"Have you gained any weight, my little princess?"
Qi Fanling's face immediately turned red. She hugged Hua Jian's neck and whispered, "It's increased. It's increased by 2 kilograms."
She is thinner than other children of the same age and has been well cared for recently.
"Come down, come and see the brush and rice paper your uncle Xiaohua brought you."
When he heard the word "brush", the smile on Qi Fanling's face disappeared visibly.
After attending primary school for a few months and having been poisoned by knowledge, the primary school student is most afraid of having Mr. Bo as her teacher.
She sighed like a little adult: "Grandpa has a bad temper and no patience at all. Can I not learn calligraphy from him?"
Bo Lin shook his head: "No, my uncle and mother also learned to write from my great-grandfather when they were young."
When Qi Fanling heard Bo Lin talking about his mother, a trace of relief flashed across his face.
The memories of her mother from her childhood had long faded with the passage of time. Hua Jian noticed her loss and rubbed her hair vigorously. "Can you spare a weekend next month and let Uncle Xiaohua and Uncle take you to Haicheng for a trip?"
Qi Fanling immediately looked at Hua Jian with bright eyes: "Really? Are the three of us going together? Will you take me with you?"
Bo Lin laughed.
Hua Jian paused for a moment deliberately, and Qi Fanling became anxious: "Uncle Xiaohua, please tell me quickly, are you taking me with you?"
"Of course, but it's not just the three of us, it's four of us. Grandpa is much better now, so the three of us are taking him with us."
Qi Fanling nodded repeatedly when he heard this.
The atmosphere among the two adults and one child was very harmonious, and a figure stood out of a window on the second floor.
"Grandpa is so lucky. Bo Lin is so capable and filial, and Fan Ling is so cute."
The head of the Purton family was still sitting in a wheelchair, but the old man was standing with a cane, looking energetic.
"The head of the family is also blessed. After so many years, he can still find his biological child."
The two of them complimented each other and had smiles on their faces.
"Dinner will be served in a while, why don't we have another plate?"
Mr. Bo withdrew his gaze from the window.
The head of the Purton family naturally agreed.
The room was antique, and on the wooden table was a chess game with a clear outcome.
downstairs.
Hua Jian looked up and down at the house, and said with some emotion: "The last time I came here, I was attending the old man's birthday party with my eldest brother. At that time, I was not familiar with you."
After hearing what he said, a strange light flashed in Bo Lin's eyes.
"At that time, I always thought you were Xie Zhiwei's lover," Bo Lin sneered. "I occasionally thought about using money to snatch you away from Xie Zhiwei. After all, you were working everywhere and looked like you were short of money."
Hua Jian turned her head to look at him: "Fortunately you didn't do that. I don't like men. If you really offered to pay me to be with you, I would have beaten you into a pig's head long ago."
It wasn't that long ago, but when I talk about that time, it seems like it was so far away.
The two looked at each other for a moment and suddenly laughed.
"fortunately."
Bo Lin didn't say anything fortunately, but Hua Jian understood.
Fortunately, they met at the right time and got together without any major setbacks.
Hua Jian suddenly thought of something: "But why do you misunderstand that I am Xie Zhiwei's kept lover? Have you ever seen us together?"
Bo Lin raised an eyebrow at him, then smiled mysteriously: "This is a secret."
Hua Jian:??
"Two young masters, the old man and Mr. Purton invite you upstairs."
Before I got an answer, I was called up by the two elders.
This was the first time Hua Jian had formally met his wife's parents. When he was going up the stairs, he was so nervous that he almost fell down, and was once again ridiculed by Bo Lin.
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