Raising a Family [Rebirth]

Wen Rui got up very early these days, Jiang Yueting ran along the river, and he accompanied the old man to exercise in the community.

In the afternoon, he had to go to the training class to give the children extra tuition, so he had to ask Jiang Yueting to help take care of the elderly.

Jiang Yueting played chess with Zhang Huaibin.

The old man likes to play tricks, and he regrets his moves at every turn, or let the opponent let him make a move, and if he doesn't win in the end, he has to say that his hand feels bad.

Jiang Yueting didn't care, and quietly reset the chessboard, and continued to play chess with the old man.

Before Wen Rui left, he sat next to the old man to watch the game. Following the principle of watching chess without saying a word, he seldom spoke, but the old man always turned his head and asked him what was the next step, so Wen Rui had to join the battle.

Two-on-one, the opponent also let go of two generals, and if he didn't win against Wen Rui, he would feel ashamed to face others.

Jiang Yueting glanced at the chessboard and said calmly, "I lost."

The old man who finally won once after playing for several days did not feel that the victory was invincible, and happily congratulated himself for finally winning a round.

Seeing that it was almost time, Wen Rui told Jiang Yueting to take good care of the old man and left.

Zhang Huaibin and Jiang Yueting played another game, and lost again without accident.

"Let's play something else." It's boring to lose all the time in chess, and Jiang Yueting doesn't know how to let go, so he gets tired of it, "I want to play long cards."

"Two people can't play." Jiang Yueting said while tidying up the chessboard.

Zhang Huaibin sat on the sofa and didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while he suddenly sighed.

Jiang Yueting didn't speak, but after a while he asked, "Do you like drawing?"

"Painting?" Zhang Huaibin looked at him blankly, "I don't know how to draw." He had used his hands all his life to make noodles, so he never wrote or painted.

Jiang Yueting: "There's nothing to study now. There's no competition or homework, just killing the time."

Zhang Huaibin hesitated, he nodded after thinking about it, and followed Jiang Yueting to the study.

"Try Chinese painting?" Jiang Yueting has already tidied up the study room, and there are rice paper, brushes and ink on the table.

"Is everything ready?" Zhang Huaibin sighed, "Is this premeditated?"

"I'm afraid you'll be bored, so I'll find some entertainment for you."

Zhang Huaibin stood in front of the table, "Alright then, what should we do first?"

Jiang Yueting turned on the computer next to him, and called up the teaching video he had watched, "You follow this."

The video was made by an old man. The old man looks very kind, and he has a free and easy atmosphere, which makes people feel very comfortable.He started from the most basic ones, and talked about them one by one with pen, ink, paper and inkstone before getting to the point.

The man spoke very humorously, shaking his burden in a serious manner, making Zhang Huaibin laugh, and honestly followed the tutorial to learn bit by bit.

His legs and feet are inconvenient, but his hands are very steady, and it is not impossible for him to hold a pen.

Zhang Huaibin followed the tutorial in the video to learn how to hold a pen and dip in ink to draw lines. Some parts were spoken too fast for him to understand, and Jiang Yueting explained to him next to him.

Old people are slow in learning and painting, but painting Chinese painting requires a slow state of mind, and there is no rush.

He stood there for more than two hours without knowing it.

Jiang Yueting was afraid that his legs would be unbearable if he stood for a long time, so he reminded him to move around.

Only then did Zhang Huaibin realize that it was past four o'clock, and he said in surprise, "Why is it so late?" He looked at the pen in his hand, and was a little reluctant to put it down.

The door of the study was not closed, and there was a sound of opening the door outside.

Zhang Huaibin: "Your brother is back."

"Yeah. Go out and rest for a while." Jiang Yueting took his pen.

Zhang Huaibin moved his body, and his legs and waist were a little sore, but he didn't complain, and he said that he would draw later.

As soon as he came out of the study, he showed off to Wen Rui that he had learned to paint.

Wen Rui glanced at Jiang Yueting. The two of them thought about teaching the old man to learn Chinese painting together, but he pretended not to know, and said in surprise, "Really? Can you stay?"

"Why can't I stay? I have been painting all afternoon, and my back is sore. Come and see, come and see." Zhang Huaibin called Wen Rui to watch the masterpiece he drew all afternoon.

Wen Rui praised him very much, which made Zhang Huaibin happy.

During the meal, Zhang Huaibin was still talking about painting, he chattered endlessly, Wen Rui and Jiang Yueting had no chance to intervene, so they could only nod in agreement.

Wen Rui joked at him: "Are you energetic again?"

Zhang Huaibin smiled and waved his hands: "The mood is indeed much better."

Wen Rui said a few words at the right time, Zhang Huaibin was silent all of a sudden, he looked at the bowls and chopsticks in front of him thoughtfully, Wen Rui couldn't figure out what he meant, thinking that his words were self-defeating.

Zhang Huaibin suddenly laughed, "I haven't studied much in my life. I went to be an apprentice after graduating from junior high school. I don't have much education. But my girl is different. Now that I think about it, there is really nothing to talk about between her and me. At most, I will ask. A few words about how you are at home today, don't you feel uncomfortable... Che Jilu said it over and over again, there is really nothing to talk about, I really can't blame them for ignoring them."

Wen Rui didn't speak, and listened quietly to his sigh.

"Think about it, what Yue Ting said is quite right. I can't always expect them to come to me and chat with me to show my filial piety. I have to find something to do, and I am idle. Why don't I learn something so that I don't have to spend every day Eat and wait to die, you can only point to what you eat today and what you will eat tomorrow. When you come to this matter, the words will follow naturally."

Wen Rui smiled: "You think it through."

Zhang Huaibin snorted and didn't talk to him, these two people asked him to learn traditional Chinese painting and then beat around the bush to explain the truth to him, didn't they just tell him this?

"Some things just go like that. My girl can't just follow me, so I'll learn to improve myself."

Wen Rui: "It's easy to get tired of learning Chinese painting alone for a long time. You can ask Ms. Zhang to show you if there is any Chinese painting club for the elderly in the community. It's very interesting for old men and women to get together and talk."

"Okay, okay!" Zhang Huaibin was full of energy when he thought that he would have something to do when he went back.

"But your legs and feet are inconvenient, so be careful, take a break when you're tired, don't always stand. Is there anything you can do while sitting?" Wen Rui looked at Jiang Yueting, "Is tea art good? Mr. Lu likes to make tea downstairs Last time, he pulled me and showed me that his son gave him a set of purple sand pots, which are the best for making oolong tea, and took me to his house to drink several cups of tea."

Mrs. Lu is an old man who lives alone downstairs. He likes to walk around the neighborhood with a teapot on weekdays. When he meets Wen Rui, he chats with him for a long time. The main reason is that talking to Wen Rui is very comfortable, and the behavior and expression of the other party tell you, He is listening carefully.

Zhang Huaibin muttered: "I don't like drinking tea."

"I know, you don't have to make tea. You can go downstairs with me to visit Lu's hometown when you have time. It happens that he is alone at home and he is usually bored. You can chat with him."

"Alright, alright."

Before Zhang Huaibin went, he didn't know what he didn't want, but when he came back, he took a small bag of Longjing from someone, and asked Wen Rui to bring him a purple sand pot to soak.

Wen Rui said helplessly: "Mr. Lu was holding you there for a long time. You nodded and responded with a serious face, and you didn't listen to the words you wrote. You don't use purple sand pots for green tea, but glasses."

Zhang Huaibin asked, "Then what was that drink I just had?"

"Tieguanyin, you usually have to use purple sand to soak it."

"That's delicious."

"Taste this, it tastes good too." Wen Rui went to the kitchen to make tea for the old man, and he knew a thing or two about tea after chatting with Mr. Lu for a long time.

Zhang Huaibin followed him and talked endlessly, "Why is it so troublesome for him to make tea? What kind of teaspoon tea is leaking? The tea cup is full, and he even pours water into the pot. There are too many movements to remember. We don't know how to make tea. Is it enough to soak the scraper once? His is really troublesome, but the taste is really good."

Wen Rui had no choice but to explain to him, and finally said with emotion: "It's a good thing you didn't say this in front of Mr. Lu, otherwise he would have to type you up."

From that day on, Zhang Huaibin really ran downstairs every day. At first, Wen Rui accompanied him, but then he went downstairs by himself.

Wen Rui was always worried that he would offend Mr. Lu, who loves tea, by saying the wrong thing. Unexpectedly, Mr. Lu liked Zhang Huaibin quite a bit. Every time the old man came back, he would get back a small bag of tea. of tea.

The old man said he didn't want it, but Mr. Lu was not happy.

Wen Rui was so worried, just a little tea would cost a lot of money, he didn't want to owe favors, and wanted to give Mr. Lu some good tea as a gift during the New Year.

But Zhang Huaibin is not in vain, he has improved his level of painting Chinese painting, every time he draws a good one, he will give it to the other party, and the gift is light and the affection is heavy.

The two old men got together to play for a while, Zhang Huaibin was happy all day long, and his whole face was radiant.

After staying with Mr. Lu for a long time, drinking tea all day long, Zhang Huaibin really tasted the taste. After drinking the tea, he can not only tell what kind of tea it is, but also how good it tastes. While talking, he feels that Mr. Lu is amazing .

"Do you know? He has a really tricky mouth. He can tell me what kind of tea is grown in which mountain with a sip. Don't believe it! He really can! He said that the taste of Longjing is different from different mountains. The difference can be tasted after drinking for a long time." Zhang Huaibin suddenly became quiet while talking.

Wen Rui was folding his clothes, seeing that he didn't speak, he asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"What's the date today?"

"July 29." Wen Rui knew that he was thinking about going home again, and just as he was about to say goodbye, he heard the old man say, "Then I have to go fishing with that old man tomorrow."

Wen Rui was stunned, "Huh?"

"He doesn't know how to fish. I said I would. He let me teach him when I have time. I'm going to leave soon. I might as well forget about it tomorrow."

Wen Rui saw that his expression was the same as usual, and said, "You really want to think about it."

"When you stay with someone, your mood and thoughts are different. He has a child, and he didn't say that he expects his son to care about him like I do every day. He can see what he can see. He can't see his tea treasure, and he doesn't care about him. It's boring, living alone is fun, don't put your energy on others, it's the same wherever you live, cool and unrestrained."

Wen Rui couldn't help but said, "So you are like this too."

Zhang Huaibin laughed, and twitched the corners of his mouth when he had laughed enough, and said, "Poor."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Tell me about myself." Zhang Huaibin sighed, "Thinking about the past few years, I feel really annoying."

Wen Rui shook his head helplessly: "What are you talking about?"

"To tell the truth." Zhang Huaibin withdrew his sad expression, "He said that I can apply for a university for the elderly, and there are a lot of things taught there, which are very interesting."

"Then you discuss it with Ms. Zhang and the others."

"What if they don't agree?"

"It's nothing more than worrying about your health. If you are really worried about going by yourself, then find a nurse to accompany you. I won't disagree."

"waste money."

"I'll pay, it won't cost much."

Zhang Huaibin teased him: "Boss Wen is proud."

Wen Rui followed his words and said, "If you have a lot of money, you can't spend it all. You just need to be in a bad mood."

"No, no, no, let me spoil the old one, and the little one won't be spent... Hey!" Zhang Huaibin suddenly called out, "I forgot to prepare a gift for Yue Ting."

Wen Rui: "You draw a picture for him."

"Forget it, he draws ten times better than me."

"I have to send something practical." Zhang Huaibin felt sleepy when he thought about it. He was so sleepy that he closed his eyes and refused to sleep. He half-closed his eyes and looked at Wen Rui.

Wen Rui had no choice but to coax him: "Go to sleep, I will buy gifts for you and give them to you, you don't have to worry about it."

Zhang Huaibin then closed his eyes and fell asleep in peace.

Wen Rui went to the bathroom to take a shower, but was pushed back by Jiang Yueting as soon as he went out.

Wen Rui snorted helplessly: "Baby, can we 'have an affair' in another place?"