Black-bellied academics are always duplicity

"Grandma, hello." A certain senior spoke sweetly.

"Okay, hello, kid." A certain old man immediately began to grin from ear to ear, and pulled the senior into the door.

There was no one in the living room, Ji Tangxi said: "My grandfather is now either doing Tai Chi in the fitness room, or playing chess with himself in the study, or practicing wild grass, anyway, that's all."

"Sit down, child, and grandma will bring you something to eat."

Grandma said that she was about to go to the kitchen, but Ji Tangxi hurriedly held her back, "Sit down, I'll come."

He brought out a fruit plate for Xiao Qinghan, and saw his grandfather coming down from the second floor, and immediately greeted him "enthusiastically", "Oh, old man, you finally came down!"

"..." Xiao Qinghan blinked.

"What's your name, old man, brat," the old man's voice was full of anger, "is called 'Mr. Ji'!"

"Yes, this old man likes others to call him Mr. Ji," Ji Tangxi said to Xiao Qinghan, "He used to be... I also forgot which university he was a professor, and let students call him Mr. Ji for decades."

Xiao Qinghan stood up and bowed slightly to the old man, "Mr. Ji, hello, my name is Xiao Qinghan, and I'm Ji Tangxi's friend."

"Why are you being so polite to him," Ji Tangxi continued, "Do you know what my brother calls him? He's called 'Smelly Old Man', and every time he gets angry, he blows his beard and stares."

The old man had already walked over, Xiao Qinghan helped him to sit down, the old man glared at Ji Tangxi, "It's not that brat Lin Chuan has gone abroad, otherwise I will beat him every time I see him."

"Tch," Ji Tangxi said rather disapprovingly, "That's my brother, a good man with ambitions everywhere, who knows as much as an old man like you."

The two fought for a few more words, and the old man asked Xiao Qinghan: "Can the child play chess?"

"know a little."

"That's great, I'll play a game with the old man later, you are much better than this brat and his brother, neither of them know it at all, and they are not willing to learn, and I don't know if this unmotivated virtue is compatible with you." Who learned it."

"Of course I learned it from you," Ji Tangxi said immediately, "It's not that you can't dance square dance, and you are not willing to learn it if you are asked to learn it. I don't know who I learned this unmotivated virtue from."

That being said, in fact, my grandfather danced very well when he was young and won several awards, but he was already very old when square dancing became popular. According to him, "Who would learn Those little girls dance things."

The old man ignored him, took Xiao Qinghan's hand and went upstairs, "Come play two sets with me."

Ji Tangxi didn't follow, and sat next to his grandma and ate an apple. Grandma held his hand, "How are you doing recently? Grandma sees why you're a little skinny?"

Both Ji Tangxi and Ji Linchuan liked to stay at grandma's house when they were young, mainly because grandma was kind to them and would cook them a lot of delicious food, plus that grandpa who likes to teach people when he has nothing to do, the greatest pleasure for the two of them is to fight against him .

Grandpa teaches history and has a lot of research on classical literature. He especially admires ancient things. This does not refer to those feudal ideas, but simply refers to craftsmanship.The old man is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea art, antique appreciation, and literature. Thanks to him, Ji Tangxi and Ji Linchuan have no interest in these things, and basically know nothing about them.

Later, under the influence of Xiao Qinghan, Ji Tangxi finally learned some ancient literature, but this ability is not enough to put Xiao Qinghan at the bottom, let alone compare with the old man. Now Ji Tangxi chatted with grandma for a while, and then went to the study to see the two of them. Go, the distribution of black and white pieces on the board is a mess, anyway, he can't understand it at all.

But it could be seen that the two of them played happily, and the old man continued to talk while playing, "How did you and Ji Tangxi know each other, Xiao Qinghan?"

Xiao Qinghan told the story of their acquaintance without reservation.

"I know how to talk to girls after class," the old man reprimanded immediately, "It's really not a job."

"..." Ji Tangxi really wanted to reply, if you didn't say a word to the girl after class, you wouldn't be able to catch up with grandma, and now you come here to teach me a lesson? ?

But now that there is an "outsider", Ji Tangxi tolerates him.

Xiao Qinghan continued to talk, telling them all the details that they realized now one by one. Ji Tangxi had a vague impression of many of them, but he didn't expect that person to be able to remember it. What made him very horrified was that that person He even said that one noon in November in the first half of the first semester of high school, when he was taking a nap at home, he felt that he had been secretly kissed.

The old man immediately shook his head and stared, "I know stealing kisses. If you have the ability, you can kiss generously. It's really irresponsible."

"..." Ji Tangxi thought that the old man hadn't heard Xiao Qinghan's words clearly, but he only said that for a long time. This means...has he understood what their relationship is? ?
"Actually, I didn't take responsibility for it," Xiao Qinghan said with some emotion, "I knew at that time that he liked me, and I also knew that I liked him, but I didn't tell him, I just pretended not to know. I'm really afraid that it will affect his studies, as long as he relaxes a little at that time, he will probably not be admitted to M University."

"I understand," the old man nodded in agreement, "this kid's ability is only so small, and he has to go all out to be admitted to university. It's true that people can't trust him."

"..." No matter how unconvinced Ji Tangxi was, he had no way to refute it, because his grandfather's school was definitely not worse than his, and the old man was not the kind of obedient student, he was admitted while studying Chinese painting, guzheng, and calligraphy.

Xiao Qinghan continued to talk, and the old man continued to criticize Ji Tangxi while listening. It seemed that he hadn't talked about the second year of high school after playing such a game of chess.

The old man looked at the big antique pendulum clock, "Go down to eat, let's continue in the afternoon, I haven't met such a good opponent as you for a long time."

When going downstairs, Ji Tangxi secretly asked Xiao Qinghan if he had won, and the man said, not even once, and the best one lost five pieces, his grandfather was too strong.

After the meal, the old man went to take a nap, and the two of them also went to the guest room. All the furniture in the room was made of mahogany, and there were a few calligraphy and paintings on the walls. You could tell from the signature that they were all written by the old man.

"My grandfather's hand is so good," Ji Tangxi said when Xiao Qinghan was looking at the painting, "When he was young, he often weaved flower baskets and took my brother and I to pick wild flowers. Also, you know, he would occasionally make A little ball come and play with us."

"Do you know what I have in mind now?" The man looked at him rather playfully.

"what idea?"

"Why don't you even have ten, no, one percent of your grandfather's ability..."

"..."

There is a sentence that Ji Jitangxi really wants to say, but it hurts her feelings, so it's better not to say it.

He didn't bother to speak anymore, and went straight to bed.

Xiao Qinghan also lay down, hugged him and closed her eyes.

Ji Tangxi didn't fall asleep right away. There was one thing he didn't think about, so he decided to ask that person, "How dare you tell my grandpa directly about the two of us, aren't you afraid that he won't accept it?"

"Don't be afraid," Xiao Qinghan said calmly. "Playing chess with him, you can see that he must be a very open-minded person. As the saying goes, he is 'inclusive of all rivers'. I think this is also the reason why he can learn so many things."

"..." Ji Tangxi miraculously found that his understanding of grandpa in so many years was not as good as he had in these few hours.

"But you don't need to feel inferior," the man patted his arm comfortingly. "Talent and mind are inseparable. It's all predestined. You don't need to force it."

Ji Tangxi: "..." When did I say that I felt inferior?Are you trying to comfort me with your cleverness here? ?

In the afternoon, Xiao Qinghan and his grandfather played a few more games of chess. The old man made them a pot of tea and wrote a few words for Xiao Qinghan.

"'Lei Feng, Heng; a gentleman is not easy to make a prescription.' This is my favorite sentence," the man said happily, "thank you, Mr. Ji."

Then Xiao Qinghan also wrote a few words: Spring comes out of the mountain, Meng.A gentleman cultivates virtue with fruit.

"Please accept it."

"Okay, thank you." The old man solemnly put away the piece of paper.

"Hey," Ji Tangxi looked around and said to his grandfather, "Why don't you write one for me too, old man."

The old man wrote as soon as he picked up the pen, and it seemed like he was scribbling. Ji Tangxi couldn't even understand a single word.

Xiao Qinghan also came over to take a look, "'Thunder is in the sky, strong and strong; a gentleman is indecent.' Haha..."

After reading it, I bent over with a smile.

The corners of Ji Tangxi's lips couldn't help twitching, what the hell, did he do something...

However, he still put away the paper carefully, planning to go home and frame it, and take a look at it when he had nothing to do.

The two of them didn't stay for dinner, and they left at four o'clock. Xiao Qinghan said to Ji Tangxi that it was a pity that he didn't get to know that old man earlier.

"Now that you know each other, you can still visit him during the winter vacation. I also think he likes you a little more than me." Ji Tangxi swore to the lamp that she didn't have any jealousy when she said this.

Xiao Qinghan smiled and hugged his shoulders, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

In the week before Qixi Festival, Ji Tangxi learned a few more simple stir-fry recipes. No matter what the "official statement" says, he thinks that the most difficult part of stir-fry is the heat, stir-fry techniques, and seasoning...

But it's easy to improve, just practice more.

At nine o'clock in the morning on Qixi Festival, when Ji Tangxi went out, he didn't know where he would go that day. That person didn't discuss with him at all beforehand.

Xiao Qinghan was waiting for him at the gate of his community, and when he got on the bus, he asked, "Where do you think we should go at the first stop?"

Ji Tangxi looked at him playfully, "Did you go wherever I told you to go?"

"You tell me first."

"..." Ji Tangxi opened her mouth, but for a moment she really couldn't tell where she should go. She always felt that the places she thought of were too uncreative.