The Right Way to Conquer a Donor

Professor Lang was still waiting under the podium. When he saw Gu Huan coming over to greet him, he stroked his white beard and smiled: "Student Gu Huan, do you still remember me?"

What he asked was the first meeting, and Gu Huan certainly didn't forget it.Professor Lang is not only a teacher but also an elder, so Gu Huan bowed to him to show respect, and asked, "How is Grandma He?"

"It's not bad, I haven't said dizziness anymore." Lang Huaishan was more satisfied when he saw that his first concern was his wife's health, "I just kept nagging you not to come, so I should ask you for a number!"

The student assistant didn't understand. He guessed that Gu Huan might have friendship with Professor Lang at home, so he couldn't stand and listen and bid farewell to Lang Huaishan: "Mr. Lang, then I'll go first."

Lang Huaishan nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Shen!"

"Goodbye, Senior Shen." Gu Huan waved his hand politely.

"Goodbye."

Assistant Shen was stunned by his faint smile, grabbed the notebook and left in a daze, and couldn't help but look back twice on the way.

"If you are free at noon today, come to my house for dinner, so that you can taste your teacher's mother's craftsmanship!" Lang Huaishan warmly invited.

There was no urgent matter this time, and Gu Huan couldn't find a reason to refuse.It's been almost a month since Professor Lang recognized him among so many students, I'm afraid he always remembers to thank him!

Gu Huan didn't even think about asking for anything in return for his help that time, but if he met someone like Professor Lang and his wife who would pay back their kindness, they would feel uneasy if they didn't accept the kindness.

"Thank you, Mr. Lang, then I will also go to see my wife." Gu Huan showed a small smile.

When she arrived at Professor Lang's house, Grandma He was sitting on a recliner on the balcony reading a book, and many potted plants were crowded tightly against the anti-theft railing.

"Is there a guest?" She took off her presbyopic glasses, covered the book and put it aside, and walked over from the balcony.When he got closer and saw the person brought by his wife, he showed a surprised and happy expression: "It's Gu Huan! It can be regarded as coming!"

Mrs. He was as excited as seeing her own grandson. She took Gu Huan's hand and put it on the sofa, smiling all over her face: "Is it a coincidence that we met today? Tell me what you want to eat tonight. Don't be embarrassed, just treat it as a gift." It's the same as my own home!"

Gu Huan felt warm in his heart, never before had an old man like Mrs. He cared so much for him.

"I saw the class in the afternoon, so I said I must invite him to sit at home." Lang Huaishan carried a small kettle to boil water.

"I can eat anything, just like you." Gu Huan took off his schoolbag and put it on the corner of the sofa, smiling lightly.

The child with delicate features showed a smile, and his black eyes were as clean as obsidian, but there was a hint of wit, and the already cute and cute appearance made people feel good.

Mrs. He liked it even more when she saw it, and patted her leg: "There is still half an old hen frozen in the refrigerator, and now it's time to cook the chicken soup! I'll get it now..."

"Master, don't—" It's such a hassle.Before Gu Huan finished speaking, Grandma He had already entered the kitchen cheerfully.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Lang Huaishan came over with a plate of fruit, "She just likes to keep busy."

"Teacher's wife is really diligent." Looking around, although the furniture in Professor Lang's house is old and new, they are all clean and neatly arranged, which shows that the owner is diligent in cleaning.

The water over there boiled, Lang Huaishan went to fetch a small kettle.Then he went to the cabinet next to the wall and took out a small pot of tea. Then he scalded the teacup and poured water to make the tea with great charm. His actions were not messy at all. Gu Huan almost didn't clap his hands as if he was watching an art performance.

The small teacup is in the hand, the tea is mellow and astringent, and the fragrance slides down the throat from the lips and teeth after a sip, which is endless aftertaste.

After drinking three cups in a row, Gu Huan still felt that the tea tasted better than ever before, looking at the teapot, he couldn't get enough of it.But Lang Huaishan stopped pouring it for him, stroked his beard and smiled brightly: "Although this tea is good, you can't drink too much."

Gu Huan was puzzled: "Tea is not as bad as wine, so you can't drink too much?"

"That's not the reason." Lang Huaishan stroked the small porcelain cup and said, "It's only three things. No matter how delicious this tea is, it will lose its taste. You have already drank three cups just now, and if you continue to add another cup, you will come next time." I can't have a better tea for you!"

Gu Huan suddenly realized, so he obediently stopped touching the teacups.He couldn't help but think, even if he entertained himself with ordinary tea or a cup of boiled water, he would have no objection. Moreover, Professor Lang must really like this small pot of tea. If I drink it again next time, wouldn't it be a steal all right?

"It's been a long time since I chatted with young people. Let's take a look at my photos here." Lang Huaishan patted the armrest of the sofa and stood up. Gu Huan hurriedly followed behind him, wondering what the great professor wanted to chat with the young people.

The most indispensable thing in Lang Huaishan’s house is photos. The framed and unframed ones almost occupy the walls, and some even become mottled because of the lack of plastic film and age. two grades.

The photographic techniques and composition in the early days are far from those in the later period. In the early days, he was mostly people, but in the later period, he almost never took people as the subjects of his photos, and turned completely to nature photography, but it cannot be denied that the charm and spirituality have not been lost.

Lang Huaishan is not well-known for his portrait photography, and now people only use his name as a landscape photographer.His nature photography is as full of charm as Chinese ink painting, but he uses the camera to record poetic transient changes.

Photography and painting are not the same. Painting is a kind of meditation, while photography happens in a flash, and often when the shutter is pressed, unexpected secrets will be captured.And Lang Huaishan is the one who knows the secrets of photos best. This should be the best result of thinking and experience.

From one photo to another, two people move slowly in front of a wall full of photos.

Lang Huaishan's thinking is still as sharp as when he was young. Every photo he refers to can clearly explain the place and time of shooting, including the skills and merits of it.Gu Huan can occasionally pick up a few words, or discuss with him the inspiration he received from the afternoon lecture. While admiring him, he feels that his mastery of photography is far from enough.

"I said you don't feel tired after chatting for so long, drink water to moisten your throat." Mrs. He came out to bring a glass of water to the two people who forgot about themselves while she was cooking soup in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Master." Gu Huan smiled unconsciously.

"Okay, let's not talk." Lang Huaishan took the teacup with both hands, "Anyway, I can't finish talking for a while, and I still have a chance in the future. You go to watch TV, and I will call you when the meal is ready."

How could Gu Huan sit peacefully and wait for the two elderly people to cook for him, so he shook his head resolutely: "I'll help in the kitchen!"

Mrs. He was still wearing a calico apron, she was very surprised: "Can Gu Huan know how to cook?"

"It's just a little..." Gu Huan was a little embarrassed, as if a man would always be surprised when he told about cooking, which reminded him of the ancient saying "a gentleman stays away from cooking".

Of course, Mrs. He doesn't think there is anything wrong with a man who can cook, but... this child is so good!Not to mention good-looking, he has a kind heart, listened to his wife's lectures on photography and won a No. 1 competition, can cook and be polite... How can you have such a loving child!

"Then come." A little padded jacket felt warm in her heart, and Mrs. He smiled very comfortably today, "It's also good to chat with me."

The kitchen couldn't accommodate three people, so Lang Huaishan could only watch TV alone.

The old chicken soup has been simmering for a long time, and the rich aroma gradually seeps out from the casserole.Vegetables and meat were placed on the sink in the kitchen waiting to be processed. Gu Huan knew that the elderly would easily get sick if soaked in too much cold water, so he did all the vegetable washing.Ginger, onion, garlic and other seasonings are also cut neatly and beautifully according to the teacher's wife's instructions.

"With your help, I can save a lot of energy." Grandma He gave a thumbs up, "A right-hand man."

"It all depends on the proper command!" Gu Huan sneezed a rare time while carrying the food, and the two of them immediately leaned forward and back with laughter.

The four dishes were served on the table, and they were delicious in color, fragrance and taste, making people eager to move.

The house hadn't been so lively for a long time, and Lang Huaishan couldn't sit still anymore, so he ran to the kitchen to help with the dishes.

In the end, the three of them sat down at the dinner table, Mrs. He put the meat and vegetables in front of Gu Huan, and picked up a lot of dishes for him with clean chopsticks before she started eating.

"Thank you, Mrs. Ma!"

Gu Huan liked to get along with these two old people very much, as if their aura was unexpectedly harmonious with his own.

"If you don't mind, just call me 'Grandma'. If Jingzhi and I have a grandson, he should be around your age." Mrs. He said.

"Yes, if you want to eat, just come to the house and ask Zhixin to make it for you, and you should accompany her." Lang Huaishan has rarely seen anything that can make his wife happy like this in the past two years, and secretly hopes that Gu Huan can come more, so Zhixin will also be more happy.

Gu Huan was a little stunned, but nodded: "Okay...Grandma He."

The two old people looked at each other and smiled, and Grandma He smiled brightly: "The soup should be ready, I'll bring it over."

"I'll serve it." The "Grandma" was naturally not for nothing, Gu Huan stopped her, "The casserole is easy to burn, you sit down."

The fragrant chicken soup adds another deliciousness to the table.The sun outside the window had already set, and the light became dim; the room was brightly lit, and the two old people who were used to the quiet in this house together suddenly felt that the incandescent lamp was warm.

But Gu Huan thought of another thing during the kind reception of Professor Lang and Grandma He. They don't have grandchildren?What about their children?It seems that there are only traces of two old people living in this house. Could it be that Professor Lang's children don't even come home?wrong……

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