Chapter 343: Hua Ming

() Feng Zhongliang is not young anymore, and his legs are inconvenient. He is not keen on the outdoor activities that many wealthy people like. In his spare time, he plays with flowers, writes, reads books, and meets old friends for tea. Are very few.
Before, I would go to Pei's house to play chess with Father Pei and pass the time.
But with the rebirth of himself, the estrangement of "Feng Nan" from Pei Yi, and Feng Zhongliang's character, I am afraid that there should not be much contact with the Pei family.
Jiang Se remembered that he had mentioned before that when he was young, he learned carving from his comrades in the Revolutionary Army. After the war, he was obsessed with this little technique for a while.
But after getting married and having children, in order to support the family, this preference was lost.
After seeing Feng Zhongliang at the Feng's house in October last year, Jiang Se has not returned to the imperial capital until now. Although she had called Feng's family midway, she could clearly hear the loneliness in Feng Zhongliang's tone.
He is getting older and has old health problems. His children are far away in Hong Kong. Feng Nan is not close to him in the imperial capital. Only the housekeeper and Xiao Liu are with him.
Jiang Se recalled carefully. In his memory, Feng Zhongliang hadn't mentioned this stone sculpture for many years. She happened to buy a little thing to let him pass the time and make the elders happy.
"That's it."
Mo Anqi tidied up the desktop, thought for a while and simply said:
"Or I can make it for you."
When she said this, she glanced at the huge stack of scripts. Jiang Se hadn't worked for nearly half a year. Xia Chaoqun brought four or five scripts for her to choose. Among these scripts, apart from the script, outline and character , As well as the original novel, it is not a simple task to finish reading all of them and select one.
In addition to these, Jiang Se still had the school's materials to be sorted out, and he had to write a report after finishing the sorting. It was not until the college professor was satisfied that this trip to archaeology internship was successfully concluded.
However, Xia Chaoqun didn’t have much time for her to organize and write the report. Xia Chaoqun told her before she left that she would have to start busy learning piano and dance for a week or so in order to participate in the anniversary of Steinway in early June. Yes, Xia Chaoqun's requirements for her are definitely not only to be familiar with a certain song at the banquet at that time, but also to demand more from her.
"Stone selection is not something that can be done in one or two hours." Especially, although Jiang Se has no requirements for the price of the stone, he requires the quality of the stone itself.
Although it is not unreasonable to buy under heavy money, it is always too much trouble.
Mo Anqi is her assistant, and Mo Anqi could have done these things for her.
I thought that he would say this, Jiang Se would nod in agreement, but when Mo Anqi's voice fell, Jiang Se shook his head:
"No need. You just need to buy a set of carving tools for me, choose a suitable merchant, and then I have to visit it myself."
Her words made Mo Anqi stand up straight and looked at her strangely for a long time.
"what happened?"
Jiang Se raised his head, and Mo Anqi hesitated:
"Sese, I thought you would please the old man of the Pei family, but how come you get closer to old man Feng? It seems that he is your elder."
Jiang Se did not speak, and Mo Anqi stopped asking.
It took five days to sort out the report. Taking advantage of these few days, Mo Anqi did pick out several merchants in the imperial capital who had what she wanted. Jiang Se took the time to read it. He was planning to buy a piece of Qingtian stone for Feng Zhongliang. In the end, he chose a piece of Tian Huang, which cost nearly 800,000 yuan. This was because the boss reluctantly gave up his love for Jiang Se's sake.
Before going to see Feng Zhongliang, Jiang Se had already called in advance, and it was only about 8:30 when Jiang Se came over.
Feng Zhongliang was sitting in the living room when she came up the elevator, holding tea in one hand and a book in the other. When the sound of the elevator door opened, his ears were pricked up, and he resisted not turning his head.
The housekeeper handed Jiang Se slippers, and Wang Ma took off her coat.
The room was heated, and it was still cold outside the Imperial Capital in February. Feng Zhongliang shouted coldly:
"Making hot tea for Miss."
He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Se, with excitement in his eyes, but he pressed his lips tightly, forcibly held back, and shouted:
"Out of the house, wearing such thin clothes."
He put the tea cup, patted the arm of the sofa, and looked a little serious:
"Children like you, you only know how to look good, but regardless of the cold weather, you will be able to bear it when you are old!"
After speaking, Feng Zhongliang was unhappy:
"It's too late to get up. It's past eight o'clock now. If you don't want to see me, don't come!"
He shouted loudly, and a group of people in the room held their breath, afraid to speak.
Quietly at home, Feng Zhongliang burst into flames, and the flesh on his cheeks trembled. He seemed to regret it, but he couldn't pull himself down to beg for peace, and turned his head angrily.
Wang Ma glanced at Jiang Se cautiously, fearing that she could not hold her face, the young girl had a thin face, even Feng Zhongliang's granddaughter Feng Nan couldn't bear Feng Zhongliang's temper, let alone Jiang Se an outsider.
"Don't worry about the old man."
Mother Wang lowered her voice and glanced at Jiang Se who was carrying the gift. She sympathized with her and turned her head to look at Feng Zhongliang:
"Master, he just missed you so much."
His miss never said it in his mouth, but it showed it in his actions.
"After you called yesterday, the old man slept late at night. He got up at five o'clock in the morning and went downstairs to cut the flowers in person."
Madam Wang pointed to a few winter plums on the coffee table, "I have asked the time for more than a dozen times, and I asked Xiao Liu to go and stare in front."
From Feng Zhongliang's rejection of Jiang Se from the beginning, to acceptance, and then to his liking now, the people in the family were really looking at him.
"Yesterday the old man ordered the kitchen to make cakes, snacks, and fruits."
He really waited for a long time~EbookFREE.me~ to get up too early, so he felt that even if Jiang Se came over after eight o'clock, it seemed to Feng Zhongliang too late.
"I understand."
Jiang Se nodded, and she knew exactly what kind of temper Feng Zhongliang had.
She brought something and walked over to Feng Zhongliang, he was still sulking, with a calm face, and he didn't know whether he was angry because of his previous temper, or because he was really depressed because he was too late for Jiang Se.
"grandfather."
Jiang Se squatted down, hugged the bag in his arms, and looked up at Feng Zhongliang:
"I am back."
She smiled, "It's not that I don't want to come here earlier, I'm just worried that it will interrupt your rest."
Feng Zhongliang's lips moved, and the girl squatted in front of him with a sincere smile, as if she didn't show any embarrassment because of his unprovoked anger and blame.