Xiao Yu brought a lot of strawberries and cherry tomatoes, large and small, filling up an entire fruit basket, which was estimated to weigh about seven or eight kilograms.
Wang Dazhu washed a few of each variety of strawberries and tomatoes, filled two fruit plates separately and brought them over.
The old man couldn't wait to pick up a strawberry and take a bite, and his expression immediately showed that he was enjoying it very much.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad. It seems to taste better than the one your eldest sister bought last time. I heard that you planted this in the flower bed?"
Xiao Yu scratched his head awkwardly: "We just have time to water the plants in the morning and evening, but Uncle Yang is the one who takes care of it. In fact, I'm not very good at growing things, and at most I can help my parents at home." Born in the countryside, but not doing farm work, he seems a bit 'spoiled' no matter how you look at him.
The old man looked at Xiao Yu with a smile and thought to himself, this little kid is really honest!
During the conversation, the old man ate two strawberries and then tried a tomato, which he immediately liked. He picked up the plate and said to Wang Dazhu, "Xiao Wang, take this tomato down and cut it up to make a cold dish for lunch."
Wang Dazhu thought about the various nutritional parameters of tomatoes and finally did not refuse.
"I heard from Xingzhi that you're graduating soon? Are you preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam?" The old man held a palm-leaf fan in one hand and strawberries in the other. If someone familiar with him, they would have noticed that the old man was quickly finishing off the fruits while the guards were away.
Xiao Yu, who was also eating a strawberry, said, "Well, I don't have any plans for now. I majored in animation production, and after graduation, I plan to write novels and make animations at the same time."
"Animation? The kind kids like to watch?"
"It's similar, but I'll be more adult-oriented. The content will be adapted from a novel, just like a TV series. The difference is that I use modeling, while the TV series uses real people."
"What's that like?"
Xiao Yu was a little hesitant, but still took out his laptop and opened the video file of Pangu Heavy Industry that he had backed up in the morning and showed it to the old man.
The old man was very curious and had a preconceived notion that Xiao Yu was going to make something like a comic strip. When Xiao Yu clicked on the video and the video screen played, he opened his mouth in surprise.
"Hey, how did they do this? They look just like the real person. Hey, this person looks so familiar? Why does he look a bit like the fourth brother to me?"
Xiao Yu (⊙o⊙)…: The old man really has a keen eye!
The video is not long, and even if there is a blank space, it will not be more than a minute.
The old man looked at it carefully and said with admiration: "Did you make this?"
"Yeah. A bit rough." The special effects were too simple. He hadn't seen them as often as he had in his previous life, so the only advantage was in the modeling.
"Is this still rough?" The old man didn't quite understand what "not rough" meant. To him, the people in the video, the dragon and the phoenix, the clouds, the whales flying in the sky, the ships, the electronic equipment, and so on, all looked incredibly real. If this was considered rough, then what would "not be rough" look like? "Oh my, young people these days are incredible! In the future, if we want to create something, can we start by building it on a computer like this?"
Xiao Yu nodded. "Yes, nowadays, interior design, architectural design, and many products are all designed, then 3D modeled and rendered to show clients. After all, general design drawings are just flat wireframes, and people who don't understand design often can't understand their meaning. Modeling this way is more intuitive."
The old man thought for a moment and said, "Yes, just like the laboratory and the interior of the spacecraft you just mentioned. If you draw lines, I can't understand them. Sigh, technology is really becoming more and more advanced."
"Grandpa—" A penetrating childish voice broke the quiet of the courtyard. Soon, a little boy, about four or five years old, rushed in like a cannonball. He rushed into the house, bent his legs, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed. "Grandpa, Xiaobao is here to celebrate your birthday. Xiaobao wishes you a happy birthday, happiness every day, and long live you."
Old Master Zhou was eating when he heard this and burst out laughing: "Oh my god, who taught you that? My great-grandfather is going to turn into an old monster if you say that to him."
As he was speaking, two women who looked to be around thirty and forty years old, and a girl who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old came in.
"Happy birthday, Grandpa!"
"Happy birthday, great-grandfather."
"Good, good, good!" Old Master Zhou waved his fan, clearly in a very good mood. "How come you're free at noon today? I thought you all would wait until the evening."
The woman, who was about forty years old, handed the things she was carrying to Wang Dazhu who came to greet her, and explained, "Grandpa, this is a coincidence. Xiaoling hasn't started school yet, and Xiaobao won't start school until next week."
"Grandpa, I'm going to school next Monday." The little boy who called himself Xiaobao climbed onto the old man's legs skillfully, but his round almond-shaped eyes kept looking into the strawberry bowl from time to time.
The old man always paid more attention to children. Seeing this, he immediately smiled and handed the little one a strawberry. He introduced it to the little one, "Little Treasure, have some strawberries. These are grown by your uncle. Great-grandfather just ate them and they were delicious. He also said that if you didn't come for lunch, he would eat the whole plate by himself."
"Uncle?" The little boy looked at Xiao Yu curiously.
As soon as they entered the door, Xiao Yu quickly put away his computer and stood up politely.
"Yes, this is your second uncle's younger uncle. When you see him next time, you must call him younger uncle."
The little boy tilted his head, blinked his eyes, and looked at the somewhat shy Xiao Yu. After a long while, he whispered to his great-grandfather, "Great-grandfather, this little uncle is so handsome. Can I tell my second uncle to let him live with us?"
The lady, who looked to be about thirty years old, covered her face when she heard this.
On the other hand, the lady next to him, who was about forty years old, laughed heartily and said, "Li Xiaobao, do you want to be spanked by your second uncle? You're not even that old, but you've already learned to judge people by their looks."
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