Spear Teacher

The two walked and talked.

Qi Yu told Qiao Xinxin the whole story of the 500,000 yuan SpongeBob.

After listening, Jiang Qiyu was a little dazed for a while, and suddenly thought of what the child said to her at the airport before:

"Sister, I'm just young, not stupid."

The second half of this sentence is really debatable.

Whose five-year-old child would really go home and ask for 500,000 yuan after seeing the link of "Living SpongeBob" that the seller casually posted for fun on a second-hand website?

And the product details of the living SpongeBob also read:

"No need for express delivery after taking the photo, it will swim from the sea to your home by itself, it swims a little slowly, please wait patiently."

Child, listen to my advice, believing everything will only hurt you!

As they talked, the two walked through the corridor and out of the back door, and went directly into the backyard.

Walking along the winding path, melodious music came from not far away.

Like a zither, or a stringed instrument.

She didn't know much about music, but she could hear the charm of it.

How should I put it? There was a feeling that life was worse than death.

The sad music became clearer and clearer, and Jiang Qiyu followed Qi Yu around the lush bamboo forest in the courtyard.

I saw Mr. Qiao sitting cross-legged in a semi-open sun room with a full artistic conception, closing his eyes and casually playing the guqin in front of him.

He was sitting in front of a low table with an ancient guqin on it.

There was also a delicate and small incense burner on the tea table on the other side, and wisps of white smoke were rising slowly into the air through the hollow incense burner.

The white smoke scattered in the air, leaving no trace, but it seemed to be everywhere.

This ethereal and quiet scene made people sigh:

'I built my house in the human world, but there is no noise of cars and horses. '

If Qi Yu hadn't called Grandpa twice and got no response, he would have taken the initiative to press the strings of the guqin, but the melodious string sound would still continue to ring.

Maybe Jiang Qiyu believed it.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

Qi Yu looked at Mr. Qiao, who was not only dressed formally but also had his gray hair carefully groomed, and raised his eyebrows in confusion:

"Are you going on a blind date today?"

"Get lost--er..."

Mr. Qiao opened his eyes and was about to curse, but his eyes suddenly glanced at Jiang Qiyu, who was sneaking around behind Qi Yu, and he swallowed the curse words back:

"Hehe...what did Xiao Yu say?"

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Qiyu kindly as if he had just discovered a third person:

"Ah, this is the Wei--"

"Grandpa."

Faced with this old Jiang who was ready to take revenge, Qi Yu gritted his teeth and smiled.

She casually picked up the cup on the tea table next to her and placed it in front of the old man, then picked up the steaming teapot and poured him some:

"Drink tea."

Then, she turned around and called the person watching the fun behind her: "Come and sit down."

"Oh."

Jiang Qiyu didn't know how to be polite, she came over happily, crossed her legs and sat on the futon next to Qi Yu.

While he was pouring tea for her, she grinned at Mr. Qiao, whom she had met once before:

"Grandpa, what a coincidence."

Who would have thought that the crazy old man she had met by chance and thought she would never meet again in this life was actually Qi Yu's grandfather.

Although he was not her biological grandfather.

But this relationship was really complicated.

"Ahem..."

Since the last time he met her in the back mountain of his hometown in H City and after checking her background in detail, Mr. Qiao couldn't forget Jiang Qiyu.

He always felt that this child was Wan Yi who came back to see him, otherwise why would she meet Qi Yu?

Even if it wasn't Wan Yi, this little girl must have something to charm the devil who was the co-boss of Tian Lao Da.

Coupled with the strong recommendation of his great-granddaughter Qiao Xinxin, Mr. Qiao's feelings towards Jiang Qiyu could not help but rise.

He regretted that he was a little reckless when he met her before, and this time, he let Butler Zhao arrange such an image of a hermit.

And he was exposed by this brat.

Thinking of this, Mr. Qiao couldn't help but give the culprit a blank look, but was glanced back at by the man mercilessly.

Qi Yu brewed a pot of fresh tea smoothly, and said in a light tone:

"Grandpa, don't let Uncle Zhao choose songs for you in the future, it's unlucky."

After he said this, Mr. Qiao remembered and quickly took out the mobile phone hidden under his butt and turned off the BGM in the player——

"Sad Beauty and Ethereal-Guzheng Pure Music"

He then put on a kind smile again and looked at Jiang Qiyu:

"We are also destined to be together. Qiyu, just call me grandpa like Xiaoyu."

After saying that, without waiting for Jiang Qiyu to respond, he added with a smile:

"Do you mind if I call you Qiyu?""It's okay," Jiang Qiyu waved her hand nonchalantly:

"Grandpa, you can call me whatever you want."

Hearing her words, the old man smiled even more, and pulled her to start chatting with a beaming smile.

From their love journey to what she saw and heard during filming, they were mostly talking about Qi Yu.

They said that he broke his leg when climbing a tree at the age of three, sprained his waist when climbing a wall at the age of five, almost fed the fish when rafting at the age of eight, and almost sacrificed himself when climbing a mountain at the age of ten...

They said a lot, but basically all had one central idea.

This child has been tough since he was a child.

No matter what he does, he won't die, solid!

The more Jiang Qiyu listened, the more interesting it was. She smiled and turned around to see Qi Yu's increasingly gloomy face.

"......"

While the old man was looking through his phone for photos, she quietly leaned towards Qi Yu, pursed her lips and smiled:

"Does the King of Hell think you look familiar?"

"......"

Qi Yu originally regretted bringing her here, but after hearing these words with a faint smile, his depression was swept away.

Seeing her smiling eyes, like a little fox who stole the fish, he also unconsciously curled the corners of his lips.

He leaned sideways and whispered to her half-truthfully:

"When I was young, I didn't know that there were more interesting things in the world besides committing suicide..."

What was more interesting, he didn't say.

Jiang Qiyu turned her head as if she had sensed something, and her sight suddenly bumped into a pair of deep and bright eyes.

"......"

"Found it!"

Old Master Qiao slapped the table and excitedly turned the phone over to her:

"Look, this is it!"

Jiang Qiyu only took a glance.

She was attracted by the stinky-faced little boy in the picture, wearing a pink princess puffy skirt, colorful striped long johns on his legs, and a red mark on his forehead.

"This is..."

While speaking, she turned her head in surprise and looked at Qi Yu, whose face suddenly changed, and laughed:

"Pink and tender, how old were you that year?"