[Guo Qilin fan] The love of the young class leader

Mu Xingping, the old man of the Mu family, is a famous calligrapher and painter. A square foot of painting is at least 12 yuan, but after getting older, he seldom writes.Mu Qing was deeply influenced by him when he learned painting, and he also got the essence of it. He participated in many calligraphy and painting competitions when he was young, and won many trophies. He earned his first pot of gold with sketches at the age of 16. The first small solo exhibition.

When Mu Qing drove to the courtyard, the old man was frying the sauce. Knowing that his granddaughter loved to eat this bite he made, the old man, who hadn't been in the kitchen for a long time, got busy early in the morning.

"It smells so good! Our old man's craftsmanship is really unrivaled in the world." She smelled the smell as soon as she entered the yard, put the things in her hand on the stone table in the yard, went straight to the kitchen and hugged the old man's waist . "I miss you so much, Grandpa."

"Miss me, I don't think I have seen you come to my place twice more." The old man's hair is all white, but still thick, and he is very energetic.He complained, but his tone was extremely kind, and he gently patted her hand wrapped around him. "Go and get the glass jar. The sauce has been fried for you. Take it back and put it in the refrigerator. When you want to eat, just cook some noodles."

"Hey, I'm going now, slave." She let go of the old man and turned to rummage in the cupboard. After searching for a long time, she got a slap on the head before she could find it. She didn't even need to turn her head to know that it was her grandma.

"It's up there." The old lady reached out to take it down, handed it to her husband, and turned around to take out the mooncake she brought and put it in the refrigerator, complaining in a low voice. "Make dim sum again, you're just spoiling the old man."

The old man was addicted to sweets all his life, and when he got older, the old lady always controlled him because he was afraid that eating too much sugar would be bad for his health. Sometimes Mu Qing could not look down on grandpa's gluttonous child, so she would quietly make some sugar-less snacks to satisfy the old man's gluttony.Every time the old man eats it, he doesn't keep quiet, he goes to his wife to show off his granddaughter's love for her.After such a few times, Mu Qing simply didn't carry her grandmother's back, anyway, the old lady also felt sorry for the old man.The grandpa and grandson snickered at each other, but the old lady gave her a supercilious look.

Knowing that his wife was going to preach next time, the old man hurriedly threw down the mess in the kitchen and dragged his granddaughter into the study, under the pretense that he wanted to check whether Mu Qing's calligraphy and painting skills had improved.How can the old lady not know the tricks in this, but she is just used to the old and the young.

Calligraphy and painting are not separated. When Mu Qing was learning painting at the age of four, she started to learn calligraphy. She first wrote big characters in red, and then practiced cursive calligraphy.When she came, she brought her own words and paintings, especially the few paintings that incorporated mural elements, and she was still waiting for the old man to give his opinions.

Mu Xingbing kept looking at her painting without saying a word, and she didn't show any expression on her face, but looked very dignified. She looked at her painting for more than ten minutes before she spoke.

"In time, your achievements will never be inferior to mine"

Their family has always implemented encouragement and education for her, even so, this sentence is the highest evaluation she has heard in these years.She laughed so hard that it almost blossomed, but she still said it. "There are no shortcomings?"

"Yes." The old man picked up the pipe and stuffed it with shredded tobacco. Mu Qing lit it with a click of a match, and waited for him to continue. "I just tried it, and the integration is definitely not that good, but after a long time, this is not a problem. You have the foundation, ideas, aura and your own style. The only difference is time."

Mu Xingbing took a puff of cigarette, and looked at her favorite child among the juniors through the smoke. "You knew what you wanted since you were a child, and your determination was stronger than ordinary people." He always remembered that when she first learned calligraphy and painting, she couldn't grasp the brush very well, and it was even more impossible to draw straight lines.At the age of four, she can sit at the small table and practice all morning while other children are still acting like a spoiled child in her mother's arms.How could such a child be unsuccessful at the age of three?

"You don't need us to help you decide your future. What our hometown can do is to hope that you will live comfortably and happily. This makes us happier than your achievements."

Mu Qing couldn't hear such words the most, and wanted to cry when she heard them.She clung to her grandfather's side to cover up her gaffe.How could Mu Xingping not know her little thoughts, she smiled and waited for her to slow down for a while before speaking again. "Haven't you developed any other hobbies recently?"

When the old man asked this question, he was really confused. Mu Qing spent most of his time drawing, singing, playing and reading books, so he was less youthful than other children.The family hopes that she will have more hobbies, but is also afraid that if she falls in love, she will plunge into it like learning to sing, which is also quite frightening.

"Hobby." She picked up the little pillow she had rubbed off, pouted and thought about it. "Maybe I fell in love with listening to cross talk."

"Abducted by your father or by your brother?" Mu Yuanxu and Mu Ze had a good cross talk in their family, so the old man asked this question.

"Neither, I discovered it myself." She said, thinking of Guo Qilin, she looked a little dazed, with a sweet smile on her lips.This can't escape the fine old man, Mu Xingping waited for her to recover before asking with a smile.

"Is there someone you like?" Their family has always been very democratic, and they are also very civilized when it comes to love.The old man just fell in love with his wife, and after pursuing for three or four years, he came back. Mu Yuanxu and Mu Ze also got married in their early twenties, and they were both enlightened early.Only Mu Qing didn't inherit this. Other girls' hearts sprouted at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and she hasn't been enlightened until seventeen or eighteen.

Mu Qing didn't hold back, and admitted it openly. "I have a good impression. However, I'm not sure how it will be."

The old man patted her on the head. That hand looked old enough, covered with age spots and lines of time, but it was generous and kind enough. "Don't worry, take your time and take a good look."

In the Rose Garden, when Guo Qilin entered the house, there were many family members of his seniors and brothers sitting in the living room. He first called Wang Hui's mother, and then called a few sister-in-laws before asking. "What about my dad?"

"As for the study, I will go up if I tell you to come back." Wang Hui said, pointing to the upstairs.

Guo Qilin put a bag of mooncakes on the table. "This is a snowy mooncake made by my friend. Mom and a few sister-in-laws have a taste, so I went up to find my dad and brothers."

After finishing speaking, he went up to the second floor, and before reaching the study, the door was pulled open from the inside before he even raised his hand.Shaobing smiled and bared his teeth, and dragged him in. "I just heard the sound of your car, Dalin, why did you go and come back so late?"

Guo Qilin struggled for a long time before breaking free. He went to Guo Degang and called his father respectfully. He put the paper bag on the table and picked up the boy who threw himself on his lap. Andy, now I have time to speak. "This is a mooncake made by Mu Qing herself. Ask me to bring it to you. Hello."

"Mu Qing? Just the little girl who sings Peking Opera." Shaobing was the most noisy, and she came over to put her arm around Guo Qilin's shoulder and stroke Andy's hair. "Master, open it?"

"Open it, you guys have a taste too." As soon as Guo Degang opened his mouth, the biscuits were removed before others.Tao Yang also came over to help, and he didn't forget to ask Guo Qilin while tearing it down. "Did I send you off? Do you have mine?"

The rest of the people sat still, only Luan Yunping smiled and cast a glance at Guo Qilin, and also stepped forward to watch the fun.

"My share was given to my mother and sister-in-law downstairs. I didn't hear she said that it was for you." He also hugged Andy and looked at the table. He didn't see how the mooncakes were made.Baby Tao Yang felt a little wronged, and while helping Shaobing put the empty paper bag on the ground, he muttered softly. "That's not right, Dalin, obviously I know her better than you, how can there be yours but not mine?"

Guo Qilin gritted his back molars to hold back his smile, as if drinking honey in his heart, he shook his chubby little brother. "How would I know?"

The biscuit has already opened the outer box neatly, and there are twelve small transparent boxes neatly stacked inside. Each color is different and the shape is different. It is not like eating, but more like a work of art.

"It's pretty good-looking." Mr. Guo glanced at each of them, and there was a red-edged white strip seal on it, which said the stuffing.The small characters in the thin gold font seem to be handwritten.

Yue Yunpeng, Zhang Yunlei, and Kong Yunlong, who were sitting quietly on one side, also came to see what the master said, and they all thought it was really exquisite.Luan Yunping bent down to look at the seal carefully, and asked the master. "Written by hand?"

"It's handwritten." Guo Degang looked at the filling, and took one filled with custard and chestnuts. "You share the rest."

Luan Yunping stretched out his hand first, took three in full view, gave one to Andy and one to Guo Qilin, and whispered in his ear. "Want a ticket?"

Guo Qilin bumped him with an elbow, put Andy on the stool and gave him one before opening his own to eat.The size of two or three bites, the skin is soft and glutinous, and the filling is mango cheese. The sweetness is just right, not greasy.

Shaobing couldn't keep his mouth shut while eating, his voice was high and noisy. "It's quite delicious. It's pretty and has good craftsmanship, master, I think it's good to be Dalin's daughter-in-law."

"Then you have to let Dalin chase after you." After eating a piece, Mr. Guo smiled and served tea.

Shaobing rushed to Guo Qilin's side in two steps, raised his hand and locked his neck. "Da Lin, did you hear that, the master agrees, you have to act, hurry up so that you don't become a single dog." As he spoke, he gestured.

"Stop hitting me." Guo Qilin poked him with his elbow, but only he knew how it felt. The mooncake he just swallowed was so sweet that it was so sweet to the bottom of his heart. "You are as dead as a pig, get up quickly."

Shaobing dodged him like a twisted candy, but she didn't let go, and her mouth was still cheap. "You're not growing any longer, so what are you afraid of?"

At night, after coaxing Andy to sleep, Teacher Guo and his wife lay on the bed and talked.

"Old Guo." Wang Hui turned over and lay on his side, looking at her husband. "The dim sum brought back by Dalin must have been made by a little girl."

"Lao Mu's daughter, didn't she help sing a play some time ago." When Guo Degang said this, Wang Hui remembered the appearance of the little girl.Although she didn't go to the garden those days, she saw the photos later.The most beautiful little girl, Lao Guo always said that it was a pity that she could not sing with her voice when she came back a few days ago.

"I saw him twice when I was a child. I haven't seen that child for more than ten years. She is so beautiful." She has a better relationship with Mu Qing's mother, Xu Ruosi. Going to have a massage, beauty treatment or something, it's not a gathering of two families.

"Dalin hasn't been in touch with the little girl for a long time. You said they..." After she finished speaking, she didn't hear Guo Degang's reply after waiting for a while, so she couldn't help poking his arm with her hand.

"Let's look at the child himself."

"When will we have to wait? When you and Dalin were the same age, Dalin was born." Although Wang Hui said so, he also knew that this matter should not be rushed or rushed.But women, don't they just love to talk and worry about it.

The author has something to say:

It seems to give Dalin a comparable lover, I don’t know if I can write this feeling

Anyway, in my setting, the heroine may have a different view of love from the average little girl. Thank you little angels for voting for me as the overlord~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: 1 YOYO Wanwan

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^