Qingshan put all her things in the space, symbolically carrying a small suitcase, and took out a few jars of medicinal wine from the space, picked a large bag of fruit, as a gift for Luo Zhentian. There were too many things, and she couldn't take them out of the space in front of Luo Wenyuan, so she could only carry them downstairs in several batches.
After all the things were loaded into the car, the G-Class sped away towards the Luo family courtyard amid the envious gazes of the students who were just watching.
When they arrived at the place, Qingshan just got out of the car, and a fist-sized red shadow flew out from the yard, threw itself into Qingshan's arms and acted coquettishly.
"Master, why are you here so late? Don't you want to see Lun and Hei anymore? You are so heartless, so cold, and so unreasonable—!"
Qingshan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What kind of ghost drama had Hongdeng watched? Was she pretending to be a miserable heroine? Qingshan raised his hand and touched Hongdeng's carapace, letting her lie on his shoulder and moan. He followed Luo Wenyuan and walked towards the gate.
As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Yin'er sitting against the wall, her tail erected behind her, casting a shadow, and a cute smile on her face. As soon as Qingshan appeared, Yin'er walked over and rubbed her legs affectionately, then followed the two of them through the hanging flower gate and the corridor to the courtyard.
"Grandpa, it's so cold outside, why don't you come inside?"
Luo Zhentian was strolling under the persimmon tree with his hands behind his back. When he heard Luo Wenyuan's words, a smile immediately appeared on his face and he walked over quickly:
"Haha, I was wondering why Yin'er suddenly ran away, it turns out Qingshan is here!"
Luo Zhentian saw Qingshan's graceful and elegant appearance, and the more he looked at her, the more he felt that she was a good match for his grandson. He smiled so hard that his back teeth were almost showing.
Qingshan was very happy to see that Luo Zhentian was in good spirits and had a rosy complexion.
"Grandpa Luo, look what I brought you?"
After saying that, Qingshan picked up a jar of medicinal wine and shook it.
"Medicinal wine?"
Luo Zhentian's eyes lit up. Qingshan's medicinal wine was simply the best among all wines, with an endless aftertaste. After drinking the two gourds of medicinal wine last time, he had been thinking about this mellow taste. Today he finally had the pleasure of enjoying it again, how could he not be happy?
"Hahahaha, okay, okay! Come inside, let's talk!"
The three of them and the dog came to the main house and sat down. Qingshan introduced the jars of medicinal wine he brought to Luo Zhentian one by one: "Grandpa Luo——"
Luo Wenyuan glared at him: "Tsk, can you remove the word Luo? Why does it sound so awkward to me?"
Qingshan hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Luo Zhentian had no objection, he had no choice but to follow his advice, "Grandpa——"
"Why--!"
Luo Zhentian secretly gave his grandson an expression that said "Well done, grandpa is very satisfied", and listened to Qingshan continue talking with a smile on his face.
"These five jars of wine have different flavors. Please try them. If you like the flavor, I'll send more next time!"
"Oh? There are different flavors? Let me see!"
Luo Zhentian saw five jars with ancient shapes, big bellies and small mouths, with square red papers pasted on them. Inscribed on them were: bamboo leaves, osmanthus flowers, black plums, lychees, and peach flowers. The handwriting was so powerful that it could be seen through the back of the paper.
Luo Zhentian looked at the large characters on the wine jar, his eyes lit up, and he asked, "Qingshan, did you write these characters?"
Qingshan nodded. She read the medical books left by Xuan Huizi in her mind every day. Unconsciously, her handwriting became more and more like his. She had plenty of time in the medicine bracelet, so she practiced calligraphy when she was free, and now she has achieved some success.
"Good words, good words!"
Luo Zhentian was very pleased. Qingshan was a very talented boy. He could even write calligraphy so well. Looking at the strength of the brush strokes, it must have taken at least ten years of practice to achieve that!
Luo Zhentian left a jar of bamboo leaf wine and asked Xiao Wang to take the rest to the backyard warehouse and hide it to avoid being discovered by Zhou Dabao.
When Xiao Wang came, he took a plate of persimmon cakes and put it on the coffee table.
"Qingshan, come, come, try the persimmon cakes that grandpa dried!"
There was a thick layer of white frosting on the persimmon cake. Qingshan took a bite and it was sweet and sticky, and delicious.
“Mmm—, delicious!”
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