After hanging up the phone, Yang Jing shook his head and sighed helplessly, which made Gege laugh.
"Hurry up and go, don't waste time, otherwise your parents will scold you again."
In this way, the couple drove with the gifts, and Morris and Clark drove a rented Coaster minibus, and they arrived at the exit of Yanjing South Station together to wait.
After waiting for a while at the South Station, I saw a large family walking out of the station.
The Toyota Coaster minibus that Yang Jing rented was prepared for his family, which consists of at least thirteen or fourteen people.
"Xiao Jing, how are the gifts I asked you to prepare going?" Yang's mother asked her son as soon as they got in the car. Originally, according to the wishes of grandparents, aunt and uncle, this birthday gift should be prepared by the family. How can a younger generation prepare gifts for several families for the elders' birthday? This is unreasonable.
It was Yang's mother who rejected this idea outright. In her words, her son did not lack these things now, so if she asked him to prepare a birthday gift, it would definitely appear very high-end. Wouldn't this also bring honor to our parents?
Although Yang Jing's grandfather is the third child in the family, he is the eldest son. His second brother is turning 80, so as the eldest brother, he naturally cannot be too shabby. But preparing birthday gifts for the old man is not an easy task, so Yang's mother simply left it all to her son.
Everyone in the family knew that the nephew had many good things and was not short of this little money, so they agreed to Yang's proposal. Now that Yang had seen her son, she was of course concerned about this issue. If her son could not produce good things, it would be a loss of face for Li Ping.
As a family, we also have to maintain our reputation, okay?
"Hehe, who dares to disobey the decree of your Majesty the Empress Dowager? Don't worry, Mom. I have already prepared the birthday gifts for my second uncle." As he said that, Yang Jing took out the birthday gifts from the trunk of the car from his pocket.
"Here, this is a gift from my grandpa and grandma. Do you think it's suitable?" As he spoke, Yang Jing took out a scroll and opened it. Although no one could understand what was written on it, they could clearly feel the momentum of the calligraphy, so they all nodded in unison.
Only after my uncle had carefully read it did he ask in surprise, "Xiao Jing, is this Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy?"
"Yes, that's right. This calligraphy is indeed "The Turtle's Longevity" written by Zheng Banqiao, one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou."
"Oh, then the value of this calligraphy is huge." The uncle sucked his teeth.
"Hehe, uncle, you don't know this, right? I have several paintings of "Longevity of the Turtle" in the basement of my yard. Old Zheng's painting is just average."
"Ah? How come you still have some?"
"Well, for example, Dong Qichang's, Tang Bohu's, Xu Wei's..." After hearing this, my uncle was speechless.
There is really no way to solve this problem. Who made the poem "Turtle's Longevity" written by the great hero Cao Cao so famous? Especially the line "Old horse in the stable, with ambition to run a thousand miles" has become a famous line in history. So since Cao Cao, many calligraphers have written this poem or a line from it.
At that time, Lao Na brought many good things to his home, including these calligraphy and paintings. Among them, Lao Na collected four or five pieces of "Turtle's Longevity" alone.
It's like there is a painting of "The Turtle's Longevity" written by Huang Tingjian hanging in the Grand Canal Museum. No matter whether it is Dong Qichang, Tang Bohu or Xu Wei, it seems that they are not as good as Huang Tingjian in calligraphy. After all, Huang Tingjian is one of the four famous calligraphers in the Northern Song Dynasty, and Huang Tingjian was even earlier.
Therefore, after much selection, Yang Jing finally chose Huang Tingjian's "Turtle's Longevity" to be exhibited at the Grand Canal Museum. As for the remaining works, except for Tang Bohu's "Turtle's Longevity" which was hung in the wing room, the others were all in the basement. This time, it was just right to take it out as a birthday gift.
"Uncle, what do you think of this calligraphy as a gift from my grandparents?" Yang Jing asked.
The uncle shook his head helplessly and sighed, "You have already brought Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy as a birthday gift, what else can I say? This must be acceptable."
"Hehe, that's fine. Come on, take a look at the gifts I picked for you and see if you like them..."
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