Chapter 67 Spend Time Together
Tang Xi slept until she woke up naturally, stretched, and opened the curtains to see her grandfather standing there watering the flowers. Tang Li was beside her, helping her grandfather move the flowers into the sun.
"Grandpa, brother, good morning!" Tang Ximian waved and smiled brightly.
The two people below also laughed when they saw Tang Ximian standing there with disheveled hair, "Good morning, come down and have breakfast."
"Yes, grandma also made you your favorite soup dumplings."
Tang Ximian responded, quickly washed up and ran downstairs.
The table was already filled with a sumptuous breakfast, and the steaming soup dumplings exuded an enticing aroma.
He sat down, picked up a soup dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up like a little hamster.
Tang Li looked at him like this, smiled helplessly and dotingly, and handed him a glass of milk, "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you."
His grandparents were also looking at him with a smile, "Mianmian, eat more and stay healthy."
After breakfast, Tang Li suggested going for a walk outside.
They walked slowly along the country road, the sun shining on their bodies, making them feel warm.
In the afternoon, some of my grandfather's former students came to visit him.
Tang Ximian’s grandfather used to be the president of the calligraphy association of the neighboring city, and everyone affectionately called him "Mr. Ye".
After retiring, Mr. Ye wrote and edited some books at home. Although he has not taught students for several years, his students are still grateful for his teaching and visit him every year. In addition, many people also come to visit him because of his reputation.
As soon as the students entered the door, they greeted grandpa enthusiastically and brought a lot of gifts.
They sat together in the living room and chatted with grandpa about the latest developments in the calligraphy world. The atmosphere was very harmonious.
Tang Ximian and Tang Li were originally listening quietly and chatting at the side when a student suddenly suggested that their grandfather write a calligraphy on the spot so that everyone could see the teacher's style again.
Grandpa agreed with a smile, and Tang Li stood up to help get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
Tang Ximian became interested and took the initiative to help with grinding.
My grandfather wrote with a strong and powerful brushstroke, and quickly completed a masterpiece.
The students praised him one after another. At this time, someone noticed Tang Ximian and knew that he was Mr. Ye’s grandson, so they asked him if he also learned calligraphy.
Tang Ximian nodded and said a little embarrassedly that he only practiced occasionally.
Mr. Ye also explained that his grandson studied fine arts and was good at Chinese painting.
The man smiled and nodded, indicating that it was okay, and encouraged him to write one as well.
Tang Ximian hesitated for a moment, then picked up the pen and dipped it in ink under everyone's expectation.
He took a deep breath and began to write.
Although the brushwork is indeed a little unfamiliar, one can see that the skills are still there and it has a certain charm.
Mr. Ye looked at it and nodded, his eyes full of pride.
Others also smiled and praised.
While they moved to the study to view their grandfather's masterpieces in recent years, Tang Ximian said hello to Tang Li and went up to the room on the second floor.
Tang Ximian quickly took out his cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Si Yankai.
Tang Ximian slapped his forehead and thought to himself that he was so confused that he actually forgot about Si Yankai.
After a while, Si Yankai's video call came.
"Hello?" Tang Ximian quickly adjusted her hair and answered the phone with a hint of sweet smile in her voice.
"It took you so long to remember me? Mianmian baby~"
Si Yankai on the screen was probably at home, wearing just a casual black T-shirt. When he saw Tang Ximian, his eyes were filled with a gentle smile, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.
"No, no, I missed you. I was planning to go back last night, but grandpa and grandma asked us to stay one more day, so my brother and I agreed."
"I was so excited watching them play mahjong last night that I didn't check my phone."
Tang Ximian smiled ingratiatingly, hoping that Si Yankai would not catch her and tell her about it, otherwise she would have to suffer.
"Really? Did you have fun?" Si Yankai asked, holding the phone in one hand and supporting his face with the other hand.
"I'm so happy. My grandparents are very kind to me, my uncle is also very kind, not to mention my brother. They are all good to me. I feel like I'm the group's favorite in the TV series now."
As Tang Ximian spoke, he began to dance with his hands and feet together, his face full of smiles.
"Am I not okay?" Si Yankai asked seriously.
"Hmm..." Tang Ximian deliberately dragged out the conversation for a while, pretending that he was thinking.
"'Huh? Still need to think about it?'" Si Yankai looked puzzled.
"Hahahahahahahahaha, Si Yankai, you are so narcissistic."
Tang Ximian fell on the bed laughing. Si Yankai was serious for a while, but after two minutes he lost his composure and started laughing too.
After laughing enough, Tang Ximian sat up and said seriously: "Si Yankai, you are very good and super good to me. I like you very much."
Si Yankai was stunned for a moment, then after he reacted, he stared at Tang Ximian and said calmly, "Baby, say it again? I didn't hear clearly."
In fact, someone's ears have already betrayed him.
Tang Ximian laughed heartily and raised his voice, "I said, I like you so much."
"Yeah, me too."
The corners of Si Yankai's lips slightly curled up, his jaw line softened a bit, and his eyes were filled with Tang Ximian. There really was only one person in his eyes and heart.
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