Chapter 330 The relationship is no worse than family
In the afternoon, sunlight shines through the carved window lattices into the study of Jinguihuayuan and falls on the golden ink.
As soon as the Meng family entered the courtyard, they heard Wu Chongxi's powerful voice coming from inside the house.
"I've told you so many times! You need to be calm when copying calligraphy. Your handwriting looks like a crab crawling!"
Meng Chenghong shrank his neck and muttered softly: "Master, my parents will be here soon, can you please give me some face..."
"How dare you say that? You've been on vacation for a few days and your mind is completely distracted. Look at what you wrote!" Wu Chongxi waved his hand. "Forget it, let's stop here for today."
The door swung open, and Wu Chongxi appeared before them with a stern face. He was dressed in a plain Mao suit, his hair neatly cropped and graying at the temples, and he looked like a strict teacher.
But when his eyes swept across the crowd in the living room and fell on Meng Anran, his eyes lit up instantly and his beard quirked: "Oh! Little Anran is here!"
The people who were ignored: "..."
"Happy New Year." Meng Anran stood up with a smile.
Before she could say anything more, Wu Chongxi came over excitedly, took her hand, and turned to walk towards the study. "Okay, okay, come over and take a look at my new couplet! I specially made a super large one for you to put up at the entrance of Ruiming Group!"
Meng Anran grabbed his wrist, placed her fingertips on his pulse, and raised her eyebrows, saying, "Don't worry about the couplet. Let me see first to see if you've been eating candy lately."
Wu Chongxi's body stiffened, his eyes wandering. "Ahem... How could that be possible? I've already quit! I've already quit!"
Meng Anran narrowed her eyes. "Your pulse is weak and your tongue is coated with a greasy coating. Have you been eating too much sweets recently?"
She turned her head to look at the servant Yang Yan, her eyes as fierce as a wolf.
Yang Yan took a deep breath, touched her nose guiltily, and whispered, "Miss, it's New Year's Day, if Mr. Wu wants to eat, just let him have some..."
Meng Chenghong immediately jumped out of the study and said, "Second sister, Master has hidden a box of sweet-scented osmanthus candy in his study."
Wu Chongxi puffed his beard and glared: "Traitor!"
Meng Anran withdrew her gaze and sighed secretly, "Well, I won't bother with you during the New Year. You can't be so indulgent after the New Year. Don't you know how to take care of your body?"
Mr. Wu's expression changed instantly, and he said with a grin, "I knew that little Anran was the best!"
Su Wanman stood up at the right moment, handed over the gift box, and said with a little restraint: "Mr. Wu, this is the low-sugar yam cake made at home. Would you like to try it?"
Wu Chongxi's eyes lit up and he immediately took it: "Thank you, that's so thoughtful!"
Meng Rong rubbed his palms together and wiped them on his clothes. "Mr. Wu, we have heard of your great name for a long time, but we have never come to visit you. It is really impolite of us."
Wu Chongxi was in a very good mood as he carried the box of cakes. He waved his hands casually and said, "Hey, we met at An Ran's birthday party last time. You're Xiao Hong's family, too. No need to be so reserved."
People are easy to talk to if there is something delicious to eat. Seeing his look, Meng Anran rolled her eyes helplessly.
I inexplicably feel like my old naughty boy is embarrassing himself by going out.
"Since we already know each other, I won't introduce you one by one." Meng Anran seemed more like the host of this place than Wu Chongxi, and directly ordered: "Auntie Yang, make tea."
Everyone gathered around the tea table, the Meng family feeling a bit awkward at first, unable to find a topic to talk about. Wu Chongxi, however, was a talkative person. He enthusiastically fetched rice paper and brush, "An Ran, would you like to write a few words?"
He turned to look at Mengrong and Su Wanman: "You haven't seen her practice calligraphy, right? Let me tell you, she is the most artistically talented child I have ever seen!"
Meng Chenghong curled his lips and pretended to be jealous: "What about me?"
"You?" Wu Chongxi said bluntly, "You are indeed very talented, but you are still far behind your second sister!"
"Really?" Meng Rong raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Meng Anran, "I've never heard that Anran can write calligraphy!"
Meng Yushu smiled proudly and looked at his sister expectantly: "Anran, can you show us your skills?"
Meng Anran did not hesitate, picked up the brush and wrote the four words "peace and joy" on the rice paper smoothly.
Wu Chongxi clapped his hands and laughed, "Great! Stretching your muscles and bones, revealing your hidden talent! Have you been secretly practicing calligraphy behind my back again, girl?"
"I don't have the time for that," Meng Anran put down his brush and chuckled, "Maybe my mood has changed recently."
Meng Yushu quietly observed her sister's expression, then lowered her eyes and curved her lower lip in understanding.
It seems that the difficult matter has a happy ending.
We had dinner at Jinguihuayuan in the evening and everyone was smiling happily.
After the Meng family left, Wu Chongxi stood in the yard and watched them go, with a smile on his face that lasted for a long time.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a lively Chinese New Year.
He has no children, and whenever his family gets together during festivals or holidays, he always eats alone.
In the past, when Meng Anran was still at the Lu family, she would come over to accompany him. In recent years, she has come less frequently, but this year, she finally called all the Meng family members over to join him in the fun.
Wu Chongxi's eyes suddenly turned red and he raised his hand to wipe away the tears.
When people get old, they tend to be sentimental. They know their own body conditions very well, and they don't know how many more times they can have dinner with Xiao Anran...
"Oh, right!"
Meng Anran suddenly returned, and Wu Chongxi quickly calmed down and stared at her with a smile: "What's wrong? Did you leave something behind?"
Meng Anran took out a cashmere scarf from a paper bag and put it around Wu Chongxi's neck. She also took out a pair of gloves and handed them to him. "Qin Mu asked me to bring you this as a New Year's gift. Please keep warm. We're going to Rongcheng to soak in the hot springs the day after tomorrow. I'll pick you up then."
Wu Chongxi was stunned for a moment, tears streaming down his face no longer able to be held back. "Just go with your family. It's too much trouble to bring an old man like me along..."
"What are you talking about?" Meng Anran frowned unhappily. "We've known each other for years, and our relationship is no less than that of family. Besides, you've been so indulgent in sweets lately, shouldn't I keep an eye on you?"
She reached out and wiped away the tears on Wu Chongxi's face, as if she was a little disgusted. "Alright, why are you crying at your age? Let's make it clear. I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow morning. We'll go to Rongcheng for two or three days. Bring some extra warm clothes."
Wu Chongxi sniffed and nodded obediently like a child, "Okay, I'll wait for you at home."
Meng Anran then smiled with satisfaction, "Come in quickly, don't stand here in the wind. Remember to boil the herbs I brought you."
Finally, she muttered, "I want to have a few more reunion dinners with you..."
When she turned around and left, Wu Chongxi clearly saw that her eyes were red.
Watching her back as she walked away, Wu Chongxi put on the pair of soft and delicate gloves on his wrinkled old hands.
He always said that Meng Anran was heartless, but in fact, she was always so thoughtful and considerate.
He turned back to the house and shouted, "Ayan, throw away the box of osmanthus candy in my room."
He also wanted to attend Meng Anran and Qin Mu's wedding and see if the babies of these two children were as naughty and cute.
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