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The next day was Saturday, and Song Yuyan didn't have to go to work. She went for a run early, and went back to school after taking a shower. In the afternoon, she took a car to visit her grandfather's house.

Before that, she called to confirm that her grandfather Song Ruihe was at home, so as soon as she entered the door, she could see a white-haired old man in Tang suit killing chickens in the yard.

Regardless of his silver hair, his hands are still very strong, and it's easy to kill chickens.

Thinking of this old man who used his soul to trade with the system in order to let her live well, Song Yuyan felt warm and sore in his heart - there are many people in the world who have regrets, but not everyone can follow him. For system transactions, as the system said, only the wishes of the wisher are strong enough to attract the attention of the system to reach an agreement with the system, which shows how strong her grandfather's thoughts were at that time.

She walked over: "Grandpa!"

The old man looked back at her and was slightly dissatisfied: "Why did you come here so early? My chicken hasn't been killed yet! When I wanted you to come over, I just had a whole chicken feast."

Song Yuyan laughed, and went to help: "Come here earlier, so you can stay with grandpa longer! Why is only grandpa here, where is Uncle Sun?"

The Uncle Sun that Song Yuyan was talking about was her grandfather's housekeeper, that is, the male nanny.After all, her grandfather is 77 years old. Although he is still in good health, he doesn't want to live with his son and daughter-in-law, so they hired him a housekeeper to take care of his daily life.

The old man looked at her, and felt that this granddaughter seemed a little different, specifically speaking, her mouth became sweeter.But he loves to hear it!

"You're here, so I'll let him do his own thing." After the old man finished speaking, he looked at her expectantly, "Are you staying at Grandpa's house tonight?"

"Look, grandpa's house is my house, isn't it normal for me to live in my own house?"

elder:"……"

Oh, not only the mouth has become sweeter, but also the skin has become thicker.

But he hadn't seen his granddaughter for half a month, why did she suddenly seem like a different person?

After thinking about it, he asked again: "Did your father and your mother quarrel again?"

Song Yuyan said: "Recently, the bureau is busy. My dad sleeps in the unit's dormitory five days a week, and my mom flies to Europe to negotiate bills. She is not at home at all, and she can't see her face to face. There is no quarrel."

The old man snorted: "Then you think my place is a shelter!"

"Oh, Grandpa cursed Dad and Mom, I'm going to make a small report."

elder:"……"

Why does his granddaughter look so rough and thick that she is not afraid of being scolded?

The grandpa and grandson killed the chicken and made two random dishes to eat. The old man suddenly remembered something and asked in confusion: "Just now I saw that you killed the chicken so neatly. When did you learn how to kill the chicken?"

Doesn't he understand his granddaughter?Since she was a child, she was well-clothed and well-fed, although it is not likely that she has never been in the kitchen, but she basically has ready-made ingredients for cooking, that is to say, she doesn't know how to kill chickens at all.Let alone her, he lives in the countryside, and now some rural children can't kill chickens!

Song Yuyan was in a trance for a moment, and then said without changing his face: "I learned it recently, and a little girl taught it. Of course, it's also because I'm smart, so I can get started as soon as I learn it."

elder:"……"

This is not his granddaughter!His granddaughter is thicker than the city wall!

However, he was indeed amused by his granddaughter, and felt that her granddaughter seemed to lose a bit of fairy spirit and gain a bit of popularity.

After dinner, Song Ruihe went to his workshop to carve jade.Song Yuyan hadn't seen his workshop for several years, so he looked left and right in it.

Song Ruihe didn't feel that she was bothering him, but he still pointed to the work table next to him: "Have you not carved recently, and your hands are raw? Sit down and practice your hands?"

After Song Yuyan came in, she naturally saw the work table that belonged to her, and there were still her usual carving tools on it, but she deliberately didn't look at them, because Tang Zhi was no longer by her side, so she would not carve any more. not coming out.

She put away these tools and said: "Grandpa, I don't need these anymore, I want to temporarily seal the knife."

Song Rui paused, and the drill immediately scratched a piece of jade in his hand.The piece of jade was considered ruined, but he just frowned, put down his work, and asked, "What's going on?"

As he watched his granddaughter grow up, he naturally knew that although she also learned jade carving from him, she still liked bamboo carving the most. He suddenly said that she was going to seal the knife. It was not because of any stimulation or blow that he didn't believe it!

He was going to make a call to his son, whether he was putting pressure on her at work.

Song Yuyan quickly pressed him down, and said, "Grandpa, I just want to concentrate on studying first, finish my master's degree, and then think about the future."

Song Yuyan was still a year away from graduation, and Song Ruihe thought that she might be too busy with her studies and work, so she had the idea of ​​​​suspending the knife temporarily.

He didn't say anything, just nodded: "Well, it's up to you to decide."

After a while, he walked to the study room, opened the drawer, and took out an invitation letter to Song Yuyan: "Since you are here, if you have nothing to do tomorrow, come with me to a calligraphy and painting art exchange exhibition!"

"Okay." Song Yuyan agreed.

The next morning, the grandfather and grandson got up early, Song Ruihe was doing Tai Chi in the yard, and Song Yuyan also played Tai Chi with him after a run.

Then Uncle Sun whom Song Yuyan was talking about came over to help them make a breakfast, and after they ate, they drove them to the venue of the Painting and Calligraphy Art Exchange Exhibition.

Because Song Yuyan was an escort, she didn't have to dress up to attend, so she appeared at the venue wearing a T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and wrapped in a thin spring windbreaker, with long hair draped over her shoulders.

There are many old faces that Song Yuyan knows here. She greeted these masters of calligraphy and painting for a while, and then after the opening ceremony began, she chose a seat in the back row.

At this time, she suddenly saw a woman in a wine-red dress with a high bun among the people sitting in the front row. She turned her head and whispered to the person beside her without knowing what to say.

Originally, Song Yuyan didn't care about other people's small gestures, but the moment the woman turned her head, her eyes froze - she felt that this side face was quite familiar.

But when she wanted to fix her eyes to see clearly, the woman had already turned her head and stared ahead, leaving only the back of her head.

Song Yuyan's heart was pounding, she wanted to go up to see the woman's face clearly, but the opening ceremony was in progress, and it happened to be her grandfather who gave the speech, so she couldn't, couldn't leave the meeting, The faux pas of running to the front.

After finally finishing the speech at the opening ceremony, Song Yuyan got up immediately, but besides the masters of calligraphy and painting, there were also many guests participating in the exhibition. They also got up together, and Song Yuyan's pace was blocked, waiting for her to run When we got to the front row, there was no longer any woman in the dress.

She quickly searched the crowd with her eyes, and when she saw the wine-red figure disappearing in the corridor and was about to catch up, her grandfather stopped her: "Why are you going? Why is your face pale? Isn't it?" Physical discomfort?"

"Grandpa, I'm not feeling sick. I want to go shopping first." After she finished speaking, she chased after the place where the figure disappeared.

Song Ruihe: "..."

It's no wonder she looks like she's fine!

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Song Yuyan searched the venue for a long time but couldn't find that figure. She quickly came back to her senses and smiled wryly: "How could I see A Zhi here! It's my demon!"

She stopped at the spot for a while, then raised her eyes and found that it seemed to be an exhibition hall of ancient paintings.

Someone beside me is discussing: "The calligraphy and paintings here are all donated by the Tang family. According to the identification, although these calligraphy and paintings do not have an inscribed date, it can be inferred from the Jiayin Year and Yimao Year that they should be in the late Zhenzong Dynasty and the early Renzong Dynasty in the Northern Song Dynasty. work."

Song Yuyan is now quite sensitive to the word "Tang", so after hearing what they said, he subconsciously looked at those calligraphy and paintings.

When she saw it, she froze in place, because she was very familiar with the style of the landscape painting in front of her. In the blank space in the upper right corner of the painting, she saw a familiar inscription - Song Youxin.

"It is strange that the name and deeds of this painter have not been recorded in history. Therefore, some people think that this painting is fake, because its style is quite similar to that of Guo Xi, but Guo Xi was born in the Shenzong period. People, so people at that time believed that this painting should be painted in the late Northern Song Dynasty or Southern Song Dynasty, and some people imitated Guo Xi's style."

"What's so strange about this? It's said that the painter was for women, and all the paintings he made were discarded at will. Only these few paintings were treasured by his family and survived in the world. If the Tang family didn't take out these paintings, everyone would I didn’t know there was such an outstanding female painter and calligrapher in this history.”

"Did you find out? There seems to be exactly the same person in this artist's paintings."

Song Yuyan followed their gazes and found that there was a young man in every painting.The people around were exchanging ideas about who this person was. Although most people thought it was the painter's lover, some people analyzed that he might be the painter's elder brother from the words in the corner.

Song Yuyan's eyes were sore, she raised her head to keep her tears from falling, but Bing'er's innocent words echoed in her ears: "When I learn how to draw, I will draw my eldest brother!"