Is a male god not a goddess

With Xie Rong's guarantee, Luo Qingyi's worries dissipated a lot.

Xie Rong never said something he was not sure about, since Xie Rong could say no with such certainty, then most likely there would be no problem.

The parking lot of Xie's house is not far from the main house, and within a few steps, they have already arrived at the door of the main house. When Luo Qingyi and Xie Rong arrived, Wu Yun was already standing at the door, waiting, needless to say , Xie Antai has arrived.

"Master, Master Luo." Seeing the two people coming side by side, Wu Yun bent over and turned to the side, indicating that the two could go in first.

When entering the door, Luo Qingyi glanced at Wu Yun indiscriminately, and his attitude towards him did not change. It seems that on the way back just now, Grandpa Xie did not express his dissatisfaction with him.

After entering the door, Xie Antai had arrived, and he was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

"Grandpa." This time it was still Xie Rong who spoke first, reminding Xie Antai that he and Luo Qingyi had arrived.

Hearing Xie Rong's words, Xie Antai pretended to put down the newspaper in his hand, and glanced at the two people standing in front of him.

After meeting Xie Antai's eyes, Luo Qingyi smiled at Xie Antai: "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Are you back?" Xie Antai nodded reservedly. At the same time, he looked around the two of them and found that there was one person missing. "Where is Mengmeng?"

"She has something to do, she'll be back in a while." Hearing Xie Antai ask Xie Meng, Xie Rong didn't feel flustered at all, and answered the question calmly.

As for when Xie Meng will come back, we can only see when she can figure it out.

Hearing this, Xie Antai nodded and stopped asking about Xie Meng.

At this time, Luo Qingyi finally had the opportunity to put the paper box he had been holding in front of Xie Antai:

"I heard from Xie Rong that you like painting. This is a little gift I prepared for you. I hope Grandpa will like it."

Hearing Luo Qingyi's words, Xie Antai raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the paper box in front of him: "Can I open it now?"

Chinese people do not have the habit of opening gifts in front of the gift giver, and many people even feel that this is an act of disrespect to the gift giver, so Xie Antai asked this question.

Hearing Xie Antai's words, Luo Qingyi pursed his lips and smiled. He had only heard Mengmeng say that Grandpa Xie was a very serious person before, but he didn't expect that he still had the character of an old child:

"of course can."

Now that the gift has been given to Xie Antai, Xie Antai thought that he would not stop him from looking at Luo Qingyi now, and he was also a little worried that the gift was not what he wanted.

After hearing Luo Qingyi's words, Xie Antai didn't say anything else, but his hands moved, and he opened the brocade box in front of him, and took out a painting from it.

Seeing the scroll and mounting, Xie Antai knew that this painting was very young, or in other words, it was not painted for a long time, so judging from the mounting, it should not be an ancient painting.

But for Xie Antai, the value of the painting is not important, the most important thing is to satisfy his heart.

Looking at the things on the coffee table, and then at the scroll in his hand, Xie Antai immediately stood up from the sofa: "Go, go over there and have a look."

While talking, Xie Antai took the lead to walk to the big desk beside him, which was the desk that Xie Antai usually used to practice calligraphy.

Seeing Xie Antai's actions, Xie Rongcai gave Luo Qingyi a wink: "What did you give?"

Xie Antai could see it, and Xie Rong could also see it. The painting should be a new one. After Luo Qingyi said that he had settled the matter of the painting by himself, Xie Rong didn't bother about it. Now Xie Rong felt a little curiosity .

"You'll find out later." Unexpectedly, Luo Qingyi also gave Xie Rong a look, signaling Xie Rong not to worry.

After understanding the meaning in Luo Qingyi's eyes, Xie Rong was a little helpless, but he didn't continue to ask Luo Qingyi, and he would know when his grandfather spread out the painting.

At this time, Xie Antai had already walked to the desk and put the painting on it. After a while, the whole picture was revealed. It was indeed a very young painting, so young...

Xie Rong thought about moving his eyes down, and saw the inscription in the lower left corner. He was so young that this painting was just completed yesterday.

"This..." Xie Antai raised his eyebrows when he saw the signature in the painting, it was Luo Qingyi's own signature.

After noticing the surprised expressions of the two, Luo Qingyi nodded generously: "Because I don't have a famous masterpiece in my hand for the time being, I can only send Grandpa a copy of my own in the end to express my heart."

Among other things, it can be seen from the [-]th birthday gift that Xie Rong prepared for Grandpa Xie. Grandpa Xie has seen many works of everyone. Since he can't produce an excellent work, he must at least Bring your mind to.

Luo Qingyi did have a few good paintings in his hands, but they were not in City S, and Luo Qingyi knew too late, so it might not be in time for someone to send them over. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to draw one for Grandpa Xie himself.

"That's right." After seeing the whole picture in his hand, Xie Antai already had a guess in his heart, and Luo Qingyi's words only confirmed his guess at this moment.

After learning that the painting was drawn by Luo Qingyi himself, Xie Antai carefully observed the painting in his hand. The painting is not very good, at least compared with the works of many famous artists in Xie Antai's hands, this painting can be said to be inferior.

But Xie Antai could see that Luo Qingyi was serious when he made this painting, there was no element of showmanship in it, and the sincerity of the painter can also be seen, besides...according to Luo Qingyi's age, he can paint such a painting This piece of work is really rare.

Hearing Luo Qingyi's words, Xie Rong was no less surprised than Xie Antai. After looking at the words on the table, Xie Rong turned his head to look at the smiling Luo Qingyi, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: This little guy , How many things do you not know?

At first, Xie Rong only knew that Luo Qingyi was excellent academically, at least compared to his peers, he was considered top-notch. Later, Xie Rong knew that Luo Qingyi was not only excellent academically, but also had certain accomplishments in Peking Opera. The guy can also draw Chinese paintings?And it can be seen from the inscription in the painting that the little guy's calligraphy is also good.

A person's energy is always limited, and being able to comprehend one or two things throughout his life is already very remarkable, but Luo Qingyi's ability seems to be more than that.

Thinking of this, Xie Rong had a desire. He couldn't help but want to know more about Luo Qingyi's desire, and wanted to know how many surprises this little guy could bring him.

"The painting is good, and the calligraphy is also good." At this time, Xie Antai had already read the painting carefully, and did not neglect it because it was drawn by Luo Qingyi himself. After reading it carefully, Xie Antai clicked Nodding, he affirmed Luo Qingyi's painting.

"Grandpa Xie, as long as you don't dislike it." Hearing Xie Antai's words, the smile on Luo Qingyi's face gradually widened, and in the end, even his eyes curved.

Although I finally decided to draw a painting by myself, I was still a little worried, what if Grandpa Xie didn't like it?Now hearing Xie Antai's words, Luo Qingyi finally let go of the worries in his heart, and even the smile on his face relaxed a lot.

At this time, Xie Rong, who had been silent since the very beginning, spoke up: "Is it good to only have pictures and calligraphy?"

From the very beginning, Xie Rong felt that Grandpa's attitude seemed to be a bit wrong. To put it bluntly, he just held it a little bit. Although Xie Rong didn't know why this happened, it was obvious that the little guy's emotions were more important now.

Hearing Xie Rong's words, how could Xie Antai not understand what Xie Rong meant?

Just like Xie Meng was brought up by Xie Rong, and Xie Rong was also brought up by Xie Antai, so as soon as Xie Rong's words fell, Xie Antai stared at him: It's hard to be a parent once, why don't you let him take care of it for a while?

But Xie Rong didn't give Xie Antai any face at all, he raised his eyes and looked back at Xie Antai, as if Xie Antai didn't tell the reason, he would not give up.

After seeing Xie Rong's eyes, Xie Antai snorted coldly, and then turned his eyes to Luo Qingyi, the sharp eyes directly made Luo Qingyi's heart "thump", but his face was still generous and calm.

I don't know how long it took before Xie Antai said slowly, "Qu'er is also good."

Hearing Xie Antai's words, Luo Qingyi didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little dumbfounded.

Just now I felt that Grandpa Xie was a bit of an old child, but now it seems that he is indeed a bit of an old child?

He clearly wanted to praise others, but he acted as if he wanted to reprimand him.

"Thank you, Grandpa, for your compliment." Luo Qingyi frowned again after receiving the compliment, and at the same time, he did not forget to thank Xie Antai.

Who knew that Xie Rong still seemed dissatisfied, staring straight at Xie Antai, the meaning in his eyes was very obvious: "What else?"

Facing Xie Rong's eyes, Xie Antai felt that the airs he had been holding up since the beginning seemed to be about to give up. He said that girls were extroverted, but he was a son, so why did he look like he was turning his elbows outward?

But Xie Antai's angry eyes didn't affect Xie Rong in the slightest, and the look in Xie Antai's eyes didn't change at all, even more obvious than the meaning in his eyes just now, as if Xie Antai didn't say what he wanted to hear, just As if asking directly.

After understanding the meaning in his grandson's eyes, Xie Antai snorted again, put away the paintings on the table, turned around and walked slowly towards the sofa, not forgetting to say while walking:

"People are nice too."

Compared with the previous three compliments, the volume of this sentence was much lower, but it was clearly heard by several people in the room.

Luo Qingyi, who watched the whole process of the "fighting skills" of the grandparents and grandchildren, almost didn't laugh. Seeing that Xie Antai obviously didn't want to care about others, Luo Qingyi suddenly wanted to be rude:

"Thank you, Grandpa, Grandpa Xie is also very good."

The voice was still neither humble nor overbearing, but it was a little more lively than before.

Hearing the voice from behind, Xie Antai almost staggered: Are young people these days so ruthless?