Shan Weizi: "Is there such a powerful person in your village? A graduate of Tsinghua University?"
Su Ran: "Yes, I read a poem in English yesterday."
Shan Weizi: "What poem?"
Su Ran: "Death and life are rid Zig said. Hold your hand and grow old together with you."
Shan Weizi uttered an "oh" and said, "I will be with you through life and death. I will hold your hand and grow old with you."
Su Ran: "You know?"
Shan Weizi: "Of course, I like this poem very much. Do you like it?" She looked at Su Ran with a smile.
Su Ran: "I like it."
Shan Weizi: "Looking for someone is difficult, and the information is not accurate. It's best to go to the capital to have a look. Didn't you say she was from Tsinghua University? Then go to Tsinghua University and look for her. Maybe there will be some information about her. How about this, I have a classmate at Tsinghua University, I'll ask him to help you check."
Su Ran: "Okay, if you find it, I'll reward you with a feast."
Shan Weizi: "What feast?"
Su Ran: "A very big meal."
Shan Weizi shyly punched Su Ran, "You're disgusting."
Time passed quickly as they chatted. The car stopped at the door of Shan's house. Shan Weizi stepped onto the steps, opened the door and called out, "Grandpa, Su Ran is back."
Su Ran: ...
It feels like the husband is working away from home and the wife is finally looking forward to his return.
"Su Ran, come and take a look at this calligraphy I wrote."
In the yard, the old man called out, Su Ran responded, handed the luggage to Shan Weizi, and came to the old man to examine his calligraphy.
"how?"
"This..." Su Ran looked at what was written and said, "Slut!"
puff……
The old man burst out laughing.
"This is called being frank. Su Ran, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"It's very similar. We can't rule out the possibility that someone wrote this kind of cursive script with the intention of misleading someone."
The old man nodded and said, "Then write one."
"good."
Su Ran took the pen and moved it across the paper, then retracted the brush. "How is it?"
At this time, Sister Piaopiao walked out of the house, still wearing a cheongsam, but this time the slit was moderate, not as high as before. She swayed over and blinked her eyes as she looked at the words: "Good dog floats on water? Su Ran, what did you write? There's also the word slut written next to it?"
"Mom, if you don't understand, don't say anything." Shan Weizi came over. "This one says openness, and this one says 'The scenery is the best here'. What are you talking about?"
Liu Piaopiao: "Did I say something wrong?"
Su Ran: "Uh... Actually, what I wrote is really a good dog floating on water."
Liu Piaopiao: "Thumbs up for you."
Shan Weizi: "Su Ran, you are very good at coaxing my mother, right?"
Su Ran: "Sister Piaopiao is your mother, of course I have to coax her, right, old man."
The old man: "We have to coax both of them. Let's go in and eat."
Su Ran: "Isn't Uncle Shan coming back?"
"Who is Uncle Shan? There is no such person."
Liu Piaopiao said this coldly, then walked into the restaurant angrily.
Su Ran knew from the tone that they were arguing.
Well, the mother-in-law and father-in-law were arguing, and Su Ran didn't get involved.
"Let's go, don't worry about them. They quarrel every few days, but they can be coaxed into silence at night."
Shan Weizi pulled Su Ran into the dining room.
During lunch, Shan Weizi talked about the old man’s 70th birthday the day after tomorrow. Many people from the painting world would come, so it would be a party. Liu Buqun would come to Hangzhou this afternoon.
The old man smiled and said, "Su Ran, I showed your paintings to some of my good friends. They all admire you very much and say that you are a rare talent."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Su Ran is no longer reserved. Every time she is reserved, people feel that she is pretending.
To be honest, one can imagine what happened after Su Ran inherited Tang Yin's painting skills.
However, no matter how good the painting is, it is useless if it is not managed.
Do only good paintings fetch high prices at auction? There's no high or low in art. Operation is more valuable, and even more valuable after death. Just hype it up. Master Zhang was hyped up, and now Master Liu is hyped up.
The value of Shan Changqing's paintings increases year by year, because the older they get, the more collectors expect them to die, which is very realistic.
"...Oh, I remember now. I have some sausages and bacon in my box that I need to take out to dry."
"Don't go, Weizi, come and have a drink."
The old man held Su Ran down, while Shan Weizi and Liu Piaopiao went to take out the New Year's goods and hang them out to dry.
The old man really likes Su Ran. He appreciates some small details and really treats him as his grandson-in-law.
After dinner.
Su Ran and Shan Weizi returned to the courtyard.
"You asked my grandfather what kind of gift he would like?"
On the antique bed, Shan Weizi was riding on Su Ran's back, massaging him. As she did so, she thought, "Your sudden question really stumped me. Let me think about it..."
Shan Weizi knew that Su Ran didn't want to give a gift that was too ordinary.
"Oh, now I remember. My grandpa has everything he needs. His favorite things are the two dishes my grandma made for him."
"What dish? Let me turn it over."
"Why are you turning it over? It's broad daylight, just like that."
Shan Weizi held Su Ran down and let him lie there, continuing, "My grandfather said he once went to a restaurant run by my grandmother. They didn't have a menu, and my grandfather was feeling down about something about his painting that day, so he ordered food and asked the waiter, my grandmother, what dishes she had. My grandmother said they had everything and told him to order anything. My grandfather then gave them a hard time, saying, 'They have everything, right? Then bring me a portion of Tang Monk meat and dragon meat.'"
Su Ran: "Your grandfather wasn't kicked out?"
Shan Weizi: "No, my grandmother's restaurant is doing very good business. She thought it was someone from the restaurant next door looking for trouble, so she said they had those two dishes!"
Su Ran: "Ah? What happened next?"
Shan Weizi: "Later, my grandmother really served Tang Monk meat and dragon meat to the table, and my grandfather ate them wholeheartedly."
Su Ran: "So powerful?"
Shan Weizi: "Yes, I often hear my grandfather say that he misses the two dishes my grandmother made, but my grandmother died early, decades ago, and my grandfather has never eaten them again."
Su Ran: "Do you know how to make Tang Monk meat and dragon meat?"
Shan Weizi: "I don't know, but I can be sure that it's not real Tang Monk meat, nor is it real dragon meat."
Su Ran thought about it and felt that this was quite interesting, as he was a foodie.
I really want to try Tang Monk’s meat and dragon meat.
"uncertain!"
"What's not certain?"
"Just because I said Tang Monk's flesh doesn't necessarily mean it doesn't exist."
"ah?"
"Let's go! I'll take you to catch Tang Monk."
Su Ran turned over and got out of bed.
"Ah? There really is a Tang Monk?"
"Of course, trust me, that must be the real Tang Monk's meat, not fake. Let's go!"
"good."
Su Ran pulled Shan Weizi out of the courtyard and drove away to capture Tang Seng.
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