Chapter 31 Ink Fragrance
"The beautiful grandma has the same fragrance as Shushu." Juanjuan tried hard to think for a long time but couldn't find an adjective.
"Is it Mo Xiang?" Si Jinchen turned to look at her.
"I don't know! Juanjuan has never smelled the scent of ink." Juanjuan said and then she grinned.
Jian Menglan's face was full of smiles: "What a clever ghost."
"This is the book I'm looking for. I will teach your children as agreed." Yan Anqing came out of the room and looked at the two children in the yard.
"Just these two little ones?" He looked the two children up and down.
Siming stood up and saluted: "Yes, we only have these two children at the moment."
"Well, send me here to study for an hour every day." Yan Anqing said and turned around to go into the house.
"You old man, why don't you smile at all? How can you let people send two such young children here with confidence?"
Jian Menglan stood up and grabbed him back, pointing at the two children and questioning them.
"Okay, okay, I can go to their house to teach. Why are you, an old woman, still so ungrateful?" Yan Anqing could only raise his hands in surrender to his wife.
"That's better. You can go to the governor's house every day to teach the two children. It's okay if you don't come back." Jian Menglan looked at him and said.
"If I don't come back, I'll let you live here alone?" Yan Anqing was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.
"If you don't come back, I don't have to serve you or cook for you." Jian Menglan said it as if it was a matter of course.
"How shameless! I tell you, I come back every day." Yan Anqing snorted, flicked his sleeves and went into the house.
Juanjuan tugged at Siming's robe and said, "Dad, did Pretty Grandma and Serious Grandpa have a fight?"
"Hahaha!" Before Siming could say anything, Jian Menglan laughed so hard that tears came out.
She walked up to Juanjuan, bent down, and pinched her smiling face: "That's a good name, Serious Grandpa."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, the child's words are a bit fanciful." Si Ming was really afraid that Yan Anqing would be angry.
"It's okay. This old man usually has this bad temper. I hope you can bear with him. I will let him go to the Governor's Mansion early tomorrow morning." Jian Menglan smiled and touched the two children's heads.
These two kids are really adorable. If only...
After agreeing on a time to go home tomorrow, Si Ming took his two children and said goodbye.
Jian Menglan walked them to the gate of the courtyard and waved goodbye to them.
Juanjuan and Si Jinchen also waved goodbye to her as they walked.
"Gone?" Yan Anqing came out of the room.
Jian Menglan closed the gate, turned around and glared at him, not intending to pay any attention to him.
"Menglan, I know you have always blamed me. If I had agreed back then, our child would not have died." Yan Anqing clenched his fingers when he said this.
"Why talk about this now? The child won't come back anyway." Jian Menglan was tidying up the books on the table.
Yan Anqing walked over to her and held her hand: "I know that no matter what I say, this matter is a thorn in your heart. You have never forgiven me in all these years."
Jian Menglan looked up at the thin, white-haired old man in front of her. She raised her hand to tidy up his messy hair.
"An Qing, I didn't understand at first. They offered you a very high price to translate the book."
"But you said you didn't agree. When the child was in trouble, I hated you and blamed you. If you hadn't insisted, how could they have kidnapped our child?"
"But then I realized that this book cannot be translated. How can we give these foreign enemies the things our ancestors left behind?"
"You insist on not translating it. I'm afraid there's some secret in it. I won't ask, but I'm not stupid. If you really translate it for them, we won't be able to face our ancestors when we die one day."
Yan Anqing's eyes were red. When they found him and wanted him to translate a book, he knew at a glance that the book contained the construction drawings of an ancient tomb.
He couldn't do that. If he translated it, these people would probably dig up the tomb. He couldn't let the things left by his ancestors fall into the hands of outsiders.
So even if they threatened him with their own children, he didn't nod.
The people he felt most sorry for in his life were his children and his wife Jian Menglan.
"Menglan, I'm sorry." After saying that, he covered his face with his hands and started crying.
Jian Menglan walked up to him and hugged him, tears streaming down her face: "An Qing, the governor is a good man."
"I know, this book is not what I'm looking for." Yan Anqing raised his hand to wipe the tears from her face.
"No?" Jian Menglan lowered her voice even more after she said this.
Yan Anqing nodded gently: "Although this book is not the one I'm looking for, it is a unique copy with a longer history."
"You old man are really good at pretending." Jian Menglan smiled and hit him.
"There's no other way. With so many people in the Beiyang government watching us, we have to put on a complete show." Yan Anqing was also afraid of getting into trouble.
Juanjuan took Siming's hand and said, "Dad, will Grandpa Yansu be my brother and I's teacher from now on?"
"Yes, he is very knowledgeable and knows a lot of things. He can understand the book that you can't read. You should learn from him."
Siming looked down at the two children.
"Yes. We will study hard." Si Jinchen nodded vigorously.
Adjutant Qi leaned against the side of the old car, took out a pack of Hardman from his clothes bag, poured out the last cigarette inside, put it in his mouth, pinched the cigarette butt in his hand, and threw it on the ground casually.
He took out a match and lit the cigarette in his mouth, watching the passers-by.
When the people here saw him, they automatically avoided him for fear of getting into unnecessary trouble.
"General, would you like to buy some cigarettes?" A young man had a box hanging around his neck, which contained various kinds of cigarettes.
Adjutant Qi glanced at the boy, who was about eleven or twelve years old. His cotton coat was full of patches, and his exposed hands were covered in frostbite. He sniffed hard.
He casually took a pack of Hardman from the box, took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to him: "No need for change."
The young man took the money and quickly bowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Master Jun."
Adjutant Qi noticed that the cigarette butt in his hand looked a little different, so he casually put it in his pocket without even looking at it.
Seeing Siming and the other two coming out of the alley, he quickly threw away the cigarette in his mouth, extinguished the cigarette butt with his foot, and fanned away the smell of smoke around him with his hand.
Afraid that the smoke would irritate the young master and young lady, he asked, "General, how is it?"
"We're here, let's go back!" Siming said simply and got into the car with the two children.
Curly's little nose twitched: "What's that smell?"
She approached Adjutant Qi in the front row and sniffed.
Adjutant Qi was a little overwhelmed: "Miss, this is the smell of cigarettes."
"There are others." Juanjuan moved closer and sniffed.
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