But at this moment, those big eyes staring at her revealed a cold, unfriendly disdain.
Bai Qianmo raised an eyebrow slightly. If she remembered correctly, she had never seen this face before.
The girl's aloof arrogance and malicious sneer clearly reminded her that the other person was hostile towards her.
Bai Qianmo glanced at the other person casually with her calm and breezy gaze before looking away.
As he turned around, he met Bai Xiruo's gaze.
Their eyes met, and although the gazes only lingered in the air for a few seconds, Bai Qianmo felt that those clear and gentle eyes were filled with intense hatred.
With a slight smile, Bai Qianmo presented the gift she had prepared to Elder Bai in front of everyone.
"Grandpa, I wish you evergreen like pine and cypress, ever bright like the sun and moon, good fortune, longevity, peace, and a long and healthy life."
When Bai Qianmo uttered these words of blessing, the smile on Old Man Bai's face was the most hearty.
He reached out and took the small box that Bai Qianmo handed him. The box was no bigger than the palm of an adult man's hand. It was made of wood with carved patterns and dark red designs. Judging from its appearance, it seemed to be quite old.
Old Bai stared at the box with curiosity for a while, and the other old men also looked at the small box with great curiosity.
"Old Bai, open it and see what gift your dear granddaughter sent."
Upon hearing the three names "my dear granddaughter," all the guests at the birthday banquet turned their attention to Bai Qianmo.
Some people whispered curiously.
"How many granddaughters does Old Bai have?" Why does he seem to only have one in his memory?
"I only remember one, Bai Xiruo, the daughter of Bai Kangyan from the second wife, the girl who just gave the calligraphy to the old man Tian Bingsen."
"Then whose granddaughter is this girl?"
Hearing the murmurs, Han Songyan's face turned pale and then red, and her heart was in turmoil.
We absolutely cannot... we absolutely cannot reveal Bai Qianmo's identity today.
Old Bai slowly opened the wooden box, and a rich aroma of ink wafted out.
"Oh, it's an inkstone!"
"It looks like it's been used. Did you find this inkstone at a secondhand market?" The round-faced girl spoke again.
As soon as she finished speaking, several young people beside her joined in the laughter.
"Giving a gift of an inkstone is understandable, but giving a second-hand one is a bit much, isn't it?"
"This gift is really not very thoughtful, it can't compare to the calligraphy that Xi Ruo gave me."
"I don't know how she had the nerve to give it away."
Bai Qianmo glanced at the other party sideways; several young girls were staring at her with mocking expressions.
This scene was all too familiar, Bai Qianmo thought with a cold laugh.
Bai Xiruo really doesn't miss any opportunity to belittle her.
Old Bai stared intently at the inkstone for a long time.
He was a dabbling collector, and judging from the smell, the inkstone wasn't new; and from the patina and the workmanship, it didn't seem like a modern artifact.
Instead, it looks more like it was hand-carved. A red plum blossom is carved on the top of the inkstone, and a landscape painting is below. There is even a poem inscribed in the empty space.
Looking at the calligraphy, Mr. Bai couldn't help but admire it.
At this moment, an elderly man dressed as a scholar walked over from the crowd, his steps somewhat anxious.
"May I borrow this inkstone for a look?"
Everyone looked at the newcomer, who was about seventy years old, with long hair, half of which was white, and a lean build. Although his features were regular, his eyes were excessively narrow and long, exuding an air of arrogance.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Elder Bai excitedly stood up from his chair: "Elder Tian?"
The old man's gaze was fixed on the inkstone in Bai Lao's hand, as if it were a treasured gem, and his cloudy eyes shone with a bright light.
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