Chapter 13:

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The layout of the room is comfortable and atmospheric, and the pear-wood furniture exudes a slight fragrance.
Grandma Mu had prepared tea snacks to entertain her grandchildren. The tea is home-made sour plum tea. The sweet and sour taste is very good. The dessert is yam glutinous rice cake, freshly steamed, and the surface is sprinkled with a layer of coconut scent.
Grandma Mu liked to eat these foods at home after retirement, but only for her grandchildren, outsiders couldn't eat them.
Mu Yixi is as sweet as Mu Yixuan. Grandmother Mu's snacks are made of natural materials, sweet but not greasy. He has a good taste for both generations. He had few chances to see Grandma Mu. The old lady was protected by Mu Jingwei for a lifetime. Although her daughter Fan was very full and had a clever side, she was very simple in nature and treated her grandchildren very kindly. Grandmother Mu's favorite grandson is Mu Yiqi. Mu Yixi has always been regarded as a kind to him because she looks like Mu Yiqi, and Grandma Mu loves Wuwu. Therefore, Mu Yixi didn't take it seriously in the temptation just now. He knew that Mu Jingwei and Grandma Mu had to see Mrs Mu's reaction. He was a little bit small, and they weren't paying attention.
Mu Yixi was at ease with Mu Yiqi and Mu Yixuan for a snack. Mu Yiqi and Mu Yixuan also like Grandmother Mu's dim sum. The three little ones ate with satisfaction.
"Slow down, don't hold your back." Grandma Mu smiled when she saw the children having a good time. She patted her back one by one, and naturally patted it when it was Mu Yixi's turn. Mu Yixi ate her cheeks swollen, her lips dipped in coconut, and she smiled shyly at her, which was quite pity. Grandma Mu could not help but touch his head.
Glutinous rice is easy to accumulate, and Grandma Mu is not allowed to eat more. Each person eats two pieces and asks the maid to take away the plate and let them drink tea to eat.
When Mu Jingwei waited for them to finish eating, they called each other to ask questions. The content was probably asking them what they have learned, what friends they have made, and what happened recently. Mu Yiqi and Mu Yixuan answered one by one, relaxed and lively, close to each other. Obviously, they used to answer questions one by one. Mu Jingwei's language is mild, and neither does it encourage him to sit or use them to sit upright, and gets along with them like grandparents and grandchildren who have close relationships. He was knowledgeable and wise, and with a few simple words, Mu Yiqi and Mu Yixuan could not find North, and looked at him admiringly. No wonder Mu Yiqi and Mu Yixuan have never ruled out coming to the old house to see grandparents, and have regarded Mu Jingwei as an idol since childhood.
Mu Yixi's face was tense, and she kept voicing in her heart to divert her inner confusion. He was a little afraid to face Mu Jingwei.
However, after Mu Jingwei asked Mu Yiqi and Mu Yixuan, he beckoned Mu Yixi with a smile. Mu Yixi stunned, and turned subconsciously to find Mrs. Mu. Mrs. Mu sat beside Grandma Mu and nodded encouragingly, but the others obviously couldn't help. After all, Mu Jingwei is the father-in-law of Mrs. Mu. What he wants to do is not to be a daughter-in-law.
At this time Mu Jingwei took off his reading glasses and looked at him carefully, his expression was mild and smiling, as if the indifferent examination in a face-to-face interview was Mu Yixi's illusion. If Mu Yixi is really a six-year-old boy, he must have been confused. But Mu Yixi is not. At this moment he clearly realized that he was pretending to be six years old, and he was not really only six years old.
"Don't worry, I won't eat people." Mu Jingwei blinked humorously: "Yixi, right?" Mu Jingwei faced Mu Yixi without asking him questions about Mu Yiqi and Mu Yixuan.
"Yes, grandpa." Mu Yixi calmed down suddenly.
Mu Jingwei: "Do you like Xiaoqi's home?"
Xiaoqi their home ...
Mu Yixi stared at him frankly, "Like."
Mu Jingwei's white eyebrows moved slightly: "Do you like Xiaoqi and Xiaoxuan?"
Mu Yixi nodded: "Like."
"Do you like dad?"
"……like."
A few words of dialogue, simple to listen to, seemed to bring a little deep meaning.
Mu Jingwei smiled, like a kind grandfather. He groaned for a moment, and slowly said, "Since you like it, live well at home. You are an older brother. Take care of your younger brother and sister!"
"Um." Mu Yixi responded.
"A good boy." Mu Jingwei patted his shoulder and asked Mrs. Mu: "Where is he going to school now?"
Mrs. Mu said, "He was injured before and has been supporting him. I asked a tutor to tutor him. When he starts school, he will go to Ya'an to take a test and pass him to Xiaoqi's class."
Mu Jingwei bowed his head: "You support him, you are the master. Teach them well, don't take the wrong way. Just ask Jiurong to help you.
"Okay, thank you, Dad," said Mrs. Mu. She knew that it meant acknowledging Mu Yixi. Compared to Mu Jiurong's youthful vigor, her in-laws' work is leak-proof. No matter what they think of Mu Yixi, so far, Mu Yixi has become Mrs. Mu's responsibility. Of course, this is why Mrs. Mu took the initiative to adopt Mu Yixi's position of losing the bitter master. After all, Mu Jiurong has been cold-handed, and she made it clear that she couldn't get through the heart and brought people into the house. On the other hand, Mu Jingwei and Grandma Mu did everything in their will and took the wishes of her and her sons and daughters first. It was a hard time to recognize this grandson. Mrs. Mu adopted her husband ’s illegitimate son and had to talk to her husband ’s family. Say thank you. It was too late to be dull, and they said that they would not shirk their responsibilities. If she couldn't manage it, she would have Mu Jiurong in her pocket, she would not slip away, and she would never bear the name of loss.
However, for many years, she married the Mu family, and Mrs Mu also knew the power of the family. She never expected to benefit from the Mu family by adopting Mu Yixi. Mu Yixi passed the eyes of the Mu family's two elders, and the idler could not question his identity. This is the most important. As for whether Mu Yixi can really get their approval in the future, he still needs his own efforts.
Mu Jingwei said, "Bring Xiaoxi more, I think he may have some spirituality in calligraphy."
Mrs. Mu could not laugh or cry. Mu Jingwei is fond of calligraphy, and he is also good at calligraphy. When he was raising his son, he was busy with work and lacked skills. It was always his regret to have no time for his sons to learn together. In his later years, Mu Jingwei retreated, and had a lot of time, he loved to catch Sun's generation to teach. From the largest Mu Yiqi to the youngest second son Mu Jiu'an's younger daughter, Mu Yiyun, none escaped. Mu Jingwei's beginning of catching people is always "I think he may have some spirituality in calligraphy".
Mu Yiqi immediately rejoiced: "I want to come with Xiaoxi!" Finally he suffered and suffered alone!
Mu Yiqi was lively and active. It was a nightmare to force him to write a big character with a soft brush. But this was the homework that Grandpa provided. Neither he nor his cousin could escape. Since you can't escape, multiple companions are also great.
"I will." Mrs. Mu smiled when he saw him happy. A trace of dissatisfaction just because of the two old means went away.
Mu Jingwei patted his thigh: "It's better to choose a day than hit the sun, first practice a pen." With a smile, Mu Yixi and Mu Yiqi went to the study with him.
Mu Yiqi enthusiastically pulled Mu Yixi, who seemed so confused, to say with unprecedented positiveness, "Luo Luolai Luo!"
Follower Mu Yixuan immediately said, "I want to go too!" She always followed all the brothers to do!
Mu Jingwei's two young granddaughters are too young to have a soft bone, so he didn't count them before. Rarely, one of the young granddaughters throws herself into the net, and Mu Jingwei nodded joyfully: "Well, come together, for the time being, you can't take a pen, watching the school while you are ..."
So a spirited old man followed a string of short-legged radish heads, and made a mighty move towards the direction of the study.
On the way through a box room, the wooden door carved with green pine pattern squeaked open, and the people inside came out and saw the battle clearly paused.
It was a very delicate boy, about four or five years old, with soft, maroon hair, eyebrows, fair skin, and a flawless enamel doll. His expression was cold and indifferent.
Seeing him, the whole group froze.
Especially Mu Yixi, there was no expectation that this person would appear here.
Shouldn't he be in France?
Fortunately, everyone was surprised and focused on the boy who suddenly appeared. No one noticed Mu Yixi's unusualness. After all, it is reasonable that Mu Yixi should not know each other and should not show such an unexpected expression.
"Wei Ming, are you awake?" Mu Jingwei asked quickly. His tone was soft, with concern, and they were slightly different from Mu Yiqi's treatment.
Feng Weiming, the adopted son of Mu Jiuqian, the third master of Mu family, is five years old. The biological father and mother were unknown. He experienced an accident when he was three years old, and was rescued by Mu Jiu. His past was forgotten, his feelings were closed, and he became silent. He followed Mu Jiu to live in France. This time Mu Jiurong and Mrs. Mu decided to take their children to France, one of the purposes was to visit Mu Jiuqing and Feng Weiming. Unexpectedly, one of the people they wanted to visit returned to China first.
"Grandpa." Feng Weiming said blankly, "Aqi, Axuan." Mu Yiqi did not look at him.
"Obviously, are you back?"
"Mingming."
Mu Yiqi and Mu Yixuan both said. "Mingming" is the title invented by Mu Yiqi, because it is called "Xiaoming", and Feng Weiming should not. Called Mingming, Feng Weiming reluctantly acknowledged under the guidance of his adopted father. Mu Yiqi didn't really like Feng Weiming's character of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but he was asked by his third uncle Mu Jiuting to let him take care of Feng Weiming. Mu Yiqi had to bite his head close to him, and over time, he became immune to Feng Weiming's coldness. At this moment he was completely unaffected by Feng Weiming's air conditioning, and stretched out his hands and patted him on the shoulder. Feng Weiming subconsciously avoided the side, he had serious cleanliness and did not like others to touch him. Mu Yiqi's hand fell into the air, and then continued to shoot unaffected. Finally, he stopped shooting. Feng Weiming was stiff, and his face was colder, as if sulking in silence.
Mu Yixi was funny. After growing up, Feng Weiming was also paralyzed and indifferent, always with an inherent pride, but Mu Yiqi's "closeness" was the same. Only Mu Yiqi can make him more popular. As for the others, it seems that he has never been in his eyes.
So he planted a heel in his hand, and his expression was so ugly. Feng Weiming thought that he had saved Mu Yiqi, but he severely disrupted his plan and made this proud and ruthless nobleman extremely embarrassed.
Seeing the defeated man again, Mu Yixi was in a very good mood. Even if he was ignored, he was not angry. His hands were itchy and he wanted to bully people.
It's a pity that he is now following a clever way.
Mu Yixi poked at Mu Yiqi, and asked in a small voice, "Xiao Qi, who is he?" 2k novel reading network