The lightness of the world of mortals

When everything calmed down and he was breathing evenly, Mingyu weakly pulled her to lie beside him, then reached out to rub her knees.

"I'll take a shower inside." She looked into Chen Xilin's eyes, with a hint of embarrassment in her smile, and the flush on her face hadn't subsided yet.

"Go." Chen Xilin patted her lightly.

There was the sound of water in the bathroom, Chen Xilin got up, tidied up the battlefield, opened the roller blind, sat back on the desk, and looked at the watch again, it was almost noon.

She dialed the assistant's extension, "I'm leaving in a while, is there anything you need from me?"

"Oh, there's a check for your signature."

"Bring it in."

After a while, the assistant came in with a folder. Chen Xilin took a rough look, and found that they were all regular checks, signed one by one.The door of the inner room opened, Ming Yu came out wrapped in a bathrobe, looked up to see the assistant, then looked at Chen Xilin, embarrassed, smiled, turned around and walked in again.

After the assistant left, Chen Xilin walked to the door and leaned against the door frame, "Come out~" she said slowly.

Ming Yue had already changed into a foreign dress, walked in front of her, couldn't help laughing, and reached out to button her shirt button one by one.A trace of surprise flashed in Chen Xilin's eyes, and he also laughed along with her.

"And just-got-fucked-hair..." Ming Yue moved a lock of messy hair from her left side to the right, "Miss Teresa may know too much..."

"Then what should we do?" Chen Xilin pretended to be innocent.

"Cold salad!" Ming Yu poked her neck, "Your Chinese is not vivid enough, I will teach you well in the future~"

Henry Bai's car was already waiting downstairs, and Chen Xilin took Ming Yue to his seat.

"I still think it's not good to go there empty-handed..." Ming Yu whispered.

"Believe me, in such a hurry, it's better not to buy than to buy wrongly. I will explain to grandpa." Chen Xilin said sincerely.

"Then...let's make it up later..." Ming Yu thought about it again, "Honey, how much do you plan to tell grandpa about my family background?"

Chen Xilin shook her hand, "If you don't want to mention it, then don't."

"Personally, I have passed that hurdle. My only worry is whether the relationship between the Qingbai family will make grandpa unhappy? Will he think that we are relatives after all... and... I don't know if he knows Qingqing..."

Chen Xilin couldn't help sighing, "If you really don't mind, I'll take care of it with Grandpa."

Ming Yu leaned his head on her shoulder, "Will it be bad for you?"

"will not."

Bai Henry lived alone in a palace-like house. He stayed here until his wife died, gave birth to a son here, and watched his grandchildren grow up here. He was reluctant to move out.

Servants come and go in the "palace", flowers are everywhere, there are no roses, and he knows that his granddaughter is allergic to roses.

Ming Yu was glad that he had changed into this decent clothes, otherwise it would be impolite, the two of them were led by the butler to Bai Henry's studio.

In the past, he always saw Bai Henry in newspapers, magazines or on TV, but this was the first time Ming Yue saw him in real life.Bai Henry was wearing a white button-up cardigan and sat in a wheelchair. He was thin, but he still had an extraordinary appearance.

Chen Xilin walked over and hugged him, and said hello to him.

"Lynn," Henry Bai looked at her face carefully before speaking again, "Dad was worried about you when you were in Haicheng, but luckily you came back safely." He patted the back of Chen Xilin's hand, Turning around, he looked at Mingyu, "This should be Miss Ming."

"Grandpa Bai, I'm Mingyu." Mingyu walked over to shake hands with him.

"Grandpa Bai," Henry Bai thought for a while, "very few people call me that. Everyone calls me Henry. You can also call me Grandpa like Lynn."

Ming Yue smiled, "Okay, Grandpa."

Henry Bai nodded and motioned for them to sit down.The butler brought the tea up.

"I heard from Lynn that you are a child of Pingcheng."

"Yes, I came to the United States when I was in college."

"Well, you should also know that I am from Haicheng. When I left Haicheng, I should be about the same age as you when you left Pingcheng. This is our fate. Our hometown is close to each other, and we are both the first Generation immigrants, Lynn and the others who were born in the United States, don’t understand our first generation immigrants.”

"It's a great honor to have this fate with grandpa, but... there is one thing I still have to confess to grandpa."

Chen Xilin was holding up his teacup, his eyes froze.Bai Henry raised his head from the ancient painting and looked at Ming Yue.

"Actually, my surname is 'Qing', and I belong to the Qing family."

Henry Bai paused, lowered his head and slowly rolled up the painting, and took off his gloves again, "Is it the same family as Lynn's grandmother's house?"

"Well, yes." Ming Yu lowered his head.

"Oh..." Bai Henry narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, "Which son of the Qing family do you belong to?"

"Qingyuan Mountain."

"Oh..." Bai Henry thought for a while, then nodded.

"Grandpa," Chen Xilin said, "Ming Yu has been raised by my uncle's family since birth, so you have never seen her."

"That's it," Bai Henry pushed out the wheelchair, looked at Mingyu again, saw the ring on her hand, and smiled in his eyes, "This is also the fate of the Bai and Qing families. My deceased wife , that is, Lynn's grandmother, is your father's cousin, there is an old Chinese saying that 'kissing up adds kissing', it's a good thing."

Although what he said was a good thing, a trace of pain flashed across Henry Bai's face.

"At the beginning, Lynn had a problem with the Bai family, or rather, my grandfather."

Chen Xilin didn't expect him to change the subject, "Grandpa..."

Henry Bai waved his hand, "Grandpa doesn't blame her. She wants to change her surname, so I think it should be changed to 'Qing'. Lynn looks like my wife, and her surname is 'Qing', but she doesn't want to, so she will follow her." gone."

Ming Yu didn't comment well on this matter, so he just nodded and dealt with it.

"Grandpa has a meeting gift for you." Henry Bai said, calling the butler to come in.

Ming Yu glanced at Chen Xilin with complicated eyes.

Chen Xilin understood what she meant, and said with a smile: "Ming Yu was talking about bringing gifts for grandpa all the way, but we were in a hurry..."

Bai Henry waved his hand, "Grandpa knows that you just came from Damai, and also knows that you hurried from China to Damai. Ming Yue, at this age, grandpa is happier seeing people than getting presents."

As he said, he took a brocade box from the housekeeper, "This gift was actually handpicked by Lynn. I asked her what you like, and she ordered this painting with me."

Ming Yu stepped forward to take it respectfully.

"Open it and have a look." Henry Bai handed her a pair of white gloves.

Ming Yu put on his gloves, carefully took out the painting, and looked back at Chen Xilin, who was smiling at her.

She slowly unfolded the picture scroll on Bai Henry's table. It was an ancient painting. Mingyu knew that Bai Henry loved to collect these... Take a closer look, the mountains, streams, and begonias... It's a spring scene, and then look at the title of the painting, "Youth Tour" "Spring Mountain Picture", signed by Yuan Shu, a Shanghai-style landscape painter in the late Qing Dynasty.

Ming Yue's face was already red to the neck, and he wished he could quickly end the social gathering, return to the world of the two of them, and grow small fangs to bite Chen Xilin.

Looking again, there is also a well-printed booklet in the brocade box.

"Mingyu, you may not have imagined that although Lynn is a banana, she can read ancient Chinese well. She has read more ancient books than vernacular books since she was a child. The preface of this painting was written by Lynn. You can take a look when you go back."

She seemed to hear Chen Xilin chuckling behind her, and her face turned red and white, and then she didn't know what to do. Looking back, Chen Xilin was really holding a teacup, crossing his legs, and enjoying the "good show" in front of him with a smile .

Mingyu was afraid that his eyes could kill her, so he turned his head angrily, his eyes softened, "Grandpa..." she murmured, "This is too precious..."

Bai Henry waved his hand, "You have already taken the most precious piece of grandpa's treasure, and these are nothing compared to her."

Henry Bai prepared French food this time, because I heard that Chen Xilin used local dishes the night before.During the meeting, we chatted happily, talking about Bai Henry's memory of Haicheng, his early entrepreneurial history in the United States, everyone agreed not to mention Chen Xilin's childhood, and Bai Henry also avoided talking about Chen Xilin's grandmother, Ming Yue's understanding Yes, I can't bear to mention the old man, after all, Chen Xilin said that Bai Henry's love for his grandmother was as deep as the sea, and he never thought about continuing.

As for the white whale and the jedi that was about to produce results, Bai Henry only asked Chen Xilin if he was still obsessed with winning the bid.

Chen Xilin shook his head, "Do your best and obey the destiny."

Bai Henry picked up the goblet, "It's good if you can think like this, my father has been telling you a long time ago, you must not fall into obsession..."

"I'd like to see what the original text of this preface is like." Ming Yu was leaning on Chen Xilin's bedside, flipping through the exquisite preface book in the brocade box, "Is it that sexy~"

Chen Xilin lay on the side, leaning on one elbow, dragging his cheeks and laughing, "It's just a preface, if you think about it, it will be, and if you don't have distracting thoughts, it's a serious preface, right?"

Ming Yu pouted and wrinkled his nose, "Slick tongue~"

"Are you praising my tongue?" Chen Xilin looked innocent.

"You don't come here, grandpa has already exposed how good your ancient Chinese is."

"But this is an idiom..." Chen Xilin's voice was lost in the kiss, "...Yu, grandpa didn't tell you that I copied ancient paintings when I was young, and I can draw one for you."

"No, we agreed not to draw anymore."

"It's different, I promise, this one was only painted for you."

Chen Xilin stood up, grabbed a pen from the bedside, tried it on the back of his hand, and leaned over to kiss her again.

"What are you...doing...?" Ming Yue spilled words from between his tongue and throat.

"Shh..."

Somehow, the nightdress had been thrown aside.

"I'll draw a unique one for you," Chen Xilin's beautiful hand slowly brushed across Ming Yue's curve, "it's right here."

Her lips fell on Ming Yue's chest, "Well... let's start here..." The tip of the pen lightly landed on the place I just kissed. The white porcelain is the skin, and the black ink is the scroll.

Ming Yu closed his eyes and sighed softly in his throat.

"Look, this is the gentle spring scenery, this is a branch of begonia that is red, dewy and fragrant... so beautiful..." The kiss lingered across the place where the stroke of the pen touched with a slight current.

"More, I feel so free and unrestrained only when I'm with you, as if everything else in this world doesn't matter."

Ming Yue felt comfortable all over, she was unique and irreplaceable, what she gave to Chen Xilin, no one else could give.