Rebirth of the Giants: The Return of the Devil's Daughter

As soon as grandpa and Jinyu left, grandpa came over.

Wen Xinya also didn't see her grandpa for a while, so she rushed out happily, holding her grandfather's arm and acting like a spoiled child: "Grandpa, you won't come to see me during this time, I miss you so much."

Over the years, my grandfather has been in good health, and the wind and frost of the years has eroded his appearance, but his body has never been bent, and his straight back exudes a kind of demeanor that is as tall as a cliff.

This is her grandfather.

The grandfather she loves, admires, adores, and respects.

Mr. Mo's pale face softened: "Come and see Jing Xing, and by the way, see how my confinement is recovering."

Already married and a first-time mother, but her adoring eyes, coquettish demeanor, and tactful words are exactly the same as before.

He seemed to think of the little girl who first returned to the Wen family and was not tolerated by the Wen family and sought shelter from him. Over the years, she had changed a lot. There was a faint hostility in the eyes, clear and shining.

The only constant is her tenacity.

Wen Xinya pursed her mouth, her phoenix eyes widened, and said angrily: "It turns out that grandpa just came to see me..."

Since Xiao Jingxing was born, her status has plummeted.

The friends who open their mouths and shut up are Xiao Jingxing.

In order to see Xiao Jingxing often, grandpa runs here almost every now and then.

Every time my grandfather calls, he always asks how is Xiao Jingxing?

The differential treatment before and after pregnancy caused Wen Xinya to have a huge psychological gap that could not be suppressed. Fortunately, the charm of that stinky boy was not released indiscriminately. At least Si Yiyan was immune to him, otherwise she really wanted to Slap Xiao Jingxing's buttocks.

A faint smile flashed across Mr. Mo's eyes, and he gently rubbed the top of her hair: "How old are you, and you are jealous of Jing Xing, so you don't feel ashamed to panic."

Having not seen Jing Xing for several days, he really missed him a little.

This great-grandson is calm, but quite lovable, and he can't help but think that when Yunyao was just born, he also regretted not being able to witness the birth of Xinya, and not being able to personally participate in Xinya's growth. Let Xinya suffer a lot in exile, and after she returned to Wen's house, she had to pay so much to get to where she is today.

Maybe it was because of the regret in his heart, maybe it was empathy, he always wanted to put more attention on Jing Xing, pay attention to his growth, and personally participate in his growth process.

Wen Xinya shook Grandpa's arm, and said coquettishly: "No matter how old I am, I am your granddaughter. Grandpa, you must not have Jing Xing, and you won't like me anymore."

Grandpa is indifferent, but he pays great attention to Jing Xing, which makes her very fond of it.

Mr. Mo suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "It's really good for you to be so confident with your own son."

Before, she complained to him that Si Jiu didn't hold her son, and what she said was full of Si Jiu's evil and narrow-mindedness.

Now, it's my turn.

Sure enough, they are not a family, and if they don't enter the family, the couple are clearly in the same boat.

Wen Xinya shook her grandfather's arm coquettishly: "I don't want to compete with hairy kids, I'm clearly defending my sovereignty."

Although Jing Xing's surname is Mo, when it comes to blood, she is the closest person to Grandpa.

"You're talking nonsense again." Mr. Mo couldn't help but laugh, and immediately didn't want to pay attention to her unreasonable troubles.

Warm and elegant but persistent: "Grandpa, okay, okay!"

Mr. Mo was annoyed by her, so he had no choice but to say: "Come on, don't be so good in front of me, you are already a mother, and you are still like a child."

Although the tone was reproachful, it was full of affection.

Wen Xinya sticks out her tongue mischievously at her grandfather.

The two went to see Jing Xing together.

The nurse had just coaxed Xiao Jingxing to sleep, and her chubby little face was blushing. Besides being quiet, there was another kind of naive cuteness. Mr. Mo's thin heart was so cute that he couldn't help hugging Xiao Jingxing. in arms.

Xiao Jingxing was very good to his great-grandfather, and after being held in his arms by his grandfather, he woke up, with big black eyes staring at Mr. Mo and smiling straightly.

The grandparents and grandchildren stared at each other, silently speaking.

Xiao Jingxing had just reached the full moon, so he couldn't speak or communicate.

And Mr. Mo simply didn't know how to communicate with such an old child.

The atmosphere is serious and dignified.

Seeing this situation, Wen Xinya couldn't help laughing: "Grandpa, Jing Xing is the same as when I was pregnant with him, he likes to smell Lao Mo very much."

Xiao Jingxing was very easy to take with him, and spent most of his waking hours by her side. When she moved ink, Xiao Jingxing could be quiet for an hour or two.

After hearing this, Mr. Mo went to the study with Jing Xing in his arms, and put him in the cradle.

Wen Xinya couldn't help covering her mouth and sniggering. Grandpa really doesn't know how to get along with children. He obviously dotes on Jing Xing, but it feels very blunt when he does it.

"Grandpa, I'll grind the ink for you." Wen Xinya took over the job of grinding the ink, as if she was thinking of the scene when she first returned to Wen's house and stayed at the Mo's house, grandpa was dancing and writing, and she was grinding ink with her.

Mr. Mo held the brush ink and danced the ink, his movements were smooth, like flowing water, and soon appeared on the Xuan Xuan, a lofty mountain appeared vividly on the paper, with a few strokes, it was outlined into a painting, with towering dangerous peaks, cedars on the cliffs, and undulating mountains. Flying waterfalls and torrents, secluded rocks and deep valleys, the picture is majestic and magnificent, showing "high and far" and "profound" vividly.

Mr. Mo picked up a pen and wrote an inscription: "Mountains look up, and scenery stops!"

Wen Xinya was amazed again and again: "The ingenuity is as simple as it is, the workmanship is as clumsy as it is, and as simple as it is complex, it is returning to the rough and the real. Grandpa's painting skills are really extraordinary."

I have heard before that at a well-known foreign art auction, a pair of "Snow and First Sunshine Picture" by my grandfather was sold for a sky-high price of 800 million.

There are only a handful of paintings by modern painters that can fetch such sky-high prices.

The most important thing is that the painting skills are not my grandfather's special research, but just for the fun of writing in my spare time.

Mr. Mo said lightly: "Frame the painting, this painting is my full moon gift to Jing Xing."

In the full moon ceremony of Jingxing before, he gave a unicorn paperweight, which is good in metaphor and meaning, but he always felt unsatisfied, but today this painting suits his thoughts.

Wen Xinya has a bit of a taste: "Grandpa, anyway, you have already drawn ink, why don't you draw a picture and give it to me!"

Although my grandfather had a lot of pens and inks, he didn't give her many. So far, she has only collected a dozen of them. Grandpa's paintings are hard to come by, and very few of them are circulated in the market. Rare goods can be lived in. These dozen or so paintings can be used as Family heirloom, if the descendants lose their fortunes, one painting is enough for them to eat and wear.

Mr. Mo glanced at her indifferently, then turned to look at Jing Xing.

Wen Xinya puffed her cheeks and was hit hard.