Are you crazy?Gao Leng's school belle blocked the male dormitory to give milk tea?

It's a university student in Kyoto!

Not the son-in-law of the Jian family in Kyoto.

Duan Jia felt that what he had said was very clear. He did not plan to paint this painting. His goal was to be in parallel with this big family.

Even though they have been working hard for hundreds of years, they have achieved remarkable results.

But his goal is still to be on the same level as them.

This is his ambition, his answer, and his persistence.

But everyone who heard his words had different expressions on their faces.

There is no doubt that Duan Jia is the boyfriend of Miss Jian's family, and he has a good relationship with Jane's family.

In this case, she can still maintain herself and is not going to borrow the help of Jane's family.

Considering his age, he doesn't even want the chance to lose decades of struggle.

It is not easy to do this.

But there was mocking sneer too.

Thinking that Duan Jia is too arrogant and unrealistic, he is deliberately talking big, so as to use this occasion to attract the attention of others.

Some people's eyes are full of disdain.

He thinks that Duan Jia's method is too clumsy, he is obviously acting, so that the old man thinks that he will not be moved by money.

Clearly a hypocrite.

However, something beneficial to Duan Jia finally happened. After he said these few words, the corners of Mr. Jane's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Instead, he let go of Duan Jia's arm, and the excited look on his face gradually faded away.

He finally came to his senses.

I also remembered the question I subconsciously asked Duan Jia just now.

I can't help being ashamed.

I was overjoyed to see the picture scroll brought out by my grandson.

And the way the granddaughter looked at Duan Jia.

It made him think that the person standing in front of him was really his grandson-in-law.

She has already held a wedding and has become the kind of Jane's family.

But in fact, this was the second time he saw Duan Jia, and today's occasion was also suitable for casual jokes.

Immediately afterwards, he looked around again, and the guests were all standing around him.

Just like him, admiring the picture scroll in front, and watching Duan Jia who was being questioned by him.

From the time Jane opened the scroll until now, he has been talking about the stories of Jane's family, without caring about other people's feelings at all, disrupting the flow of the entire party.

It was so embarrassing.

After sorting out these things, he hurriedly waved and said to the guests:

"Sorry, everyone."

"Everyone continue!"

"Don't worry about me, an old man, keep talking and drinking."

"I won't disturb everyone."

As he spoke, he greeted the others and put away the scroll.

Point to the upstairs to signal relatives to return to the second floor and return the lobby to other guests.

After receiving the old man's instructions, Jian Jianguo and the others also moved, helped the old man up the stairs, rolled up the painting again, and carried it up together.

But at this time, Duan Jia did not keep up with them.

I'm afraid that when the old man gets excited, he will ask him a lot of questions that are difficult to answer accurately.

If the others coaxed him again, he would have to admit that tonight was just a babysitter.

Didn't stay in the lobby either.

Because, the invited guests staying here are not good.

After the old man made a fuss, the way they looked at Duan Jia changed again.

For some peace of mind.

He walked out to the yard, blowing the air and taking a walk by himself.

One trouble after another.

But Mr. Jane, who had just sat back in the living room on the second floor, was not much better. His eyes were still fixed on the painting scroll carried into the room, and he always wanted to open it again.

This work is astonishing.

In his mind is still the coherent picture, people, objects, feelings, he seems to have been in it, and has personally experienced every part of the past.

After staring at him for a long time, he still couldn't bear it anymore. He looked at his two grandsons again, and said seriously:
"Is this painting made by that... illustrator?"

"Do you two know him well?"

"Take time to ask someone to come and have a seat!"

If it wasn't for him not being able to leave now, he would wish to find the creator right away.

How on earth did he create it?
Knowing so much about their family, the technique is first-class, the key is the charm full of history.

A work created by an outsider is full of sincere emotions!
He must see the creator in person.

But his request was a bit difficult because Jian Congwu had promised Duan Jia.

The condition for him to do this work is that he does not sign his name or invite credit.

In other words, Duan Jia does not want to appear as a creator.

But this was Grandpa's wish again, Jian Congwu hurriedly glanced around, and suddenly found that Duan Jia did not come up with them.He wasn't even given a chance to discuss it.

There was no other way, he started to peek at the elder sister again.

Duan Jia's matter must be decided by her.

The same is true for Cheng Jiangchuan on the other side, carefully giving his cousin a look.

It's not good for Grandpa to ask in person, and continue to hide it.

The small actions of the two of them naturally couldn't be hidden from Mr. Jian, and he also cast a questioning look at Jian Shurou.

The two brothers were obviously playing charades.

His good granddaughter must know about it, and she must know the illustrator.

Soon, other people also discovered this weird scene.

Their thinking was the same as that of Mr. Jian, guessing that Jian Shurou must know the creator, and maybe this birthday gift was her idea.

The two brothers would want her permission.

Under such circumstances, how could Jian Shurou hide it, but Duan Jia has no plans to reveal her identity.

And, again, so much happened tonight.

That's why she didn't catch up with Duan Jia and watched him wandering in the yard.

But the current problem can't be fooled.

After thinking about it for a long time, finally Jian Shurou gestured with her hand and said hesitantly:

"This matter is a bit complicated."

"One or two sentences can't be explained clearly."

"Simply put, an illustrator is just an identity."

To be more precise, the illustrator is just one of Duan Jia's vests, and her boyfriend has many vests.

Keep it secret because he doesn't want to be disturbed.

Can enjoy life easily and freely.

She looked around for another week, convinced that the people in front of her were her closest people, and even if she didn't tell, the people in the room could figure out Duan Jia's identity.

Immediately afterwards, she looked at her grandfather sitting directly in front of her, and added a sentence.

"The owner of this identity...Grandpa, you still owe him a red envelope."

In this room just now, her grandfather promised with his own words that he would give them double red envelopes.

One of them belongs to Duan Jia.

She has made it very clear.

Red envelope!

When he heard this word, Mr. Jian was shocked, and a humble little boy immediately appeared in his mind.

When his granddaughter gave out a red envelope last time, he stood by her side.

It's her boyfriend, and he has a good relationship with the two sons of the second child's family. He also gave him a painting of President Li's calligraphy.

It's him!

Everything is explained.

But then, he discovered that the child did not go upstairs with them.

Immediately, he reprimanded:

"Then what are you guys still doing here? What's there for me, a bad old man, go out and play!"