Chapter 722: Don't be jealous, just take the clear path
The atmosphere in Xiyuan on New Year's Eve is warm and cheerful.
Although it was the first time for Gao Lan and Jiang Wenhui to meet, they both had kind-hearted natures and they chatted together within a few words.
Especially since both of them are following "Empress Yuan Zhao", there are more topics to talk about now, and they can't finish them all at once.
Jiang Lingxi was really relieved, and finally she didn't have to pull this wool over her.
Jiang Runcheng spent a long time with his son-in-law drinking tea and playing chess without realizing it.
Jiang Lingxi took Xu Ling'an to enjoy the sun and stroll around the garden, and also visited the main courtyard. Not many people see the things in the main courtyard. Shen Yunqing usually does the cleaning and dusting work himself. Not everyone is interested in the things inside, but Xu Ling'an is the one who is interested.
This girl couldn't help but exclaimed, "Brother-in-law really likes Empress Yuan Zhao's items!" After a pause, "Sister-in-law won't be jealous, right?"
Although they are only the belongings of people who no longer exist, from the fact that these things are still so well preserved after thousands of years, it can be seen that the current owner cherishes them.
Jiang Lingxi shook her head generously, "I'm not jealous."
Why is she jealous of herself?
“I think this place can be used as a museum for Empress Yuan Zhao’s private collection.”
He does not mean that.
Jiang Lingxi still remembered that Director Fu, whom she had met before when she went to Yinhe Palace, once said that the amount of collections related to Empress Yuan Zhao in the world was pitifully small.
However, it feels a bit strange to put these things out for people to visit now, but when she and Shen Yunqing pass away, these things can be donated to fill the gap in this area.
For now, it’s better to stay under their noses and recall it from time to time.
The garden, which was decorated especially festively at the end of the New Year, was a little more fresh to stroll around. The two of them walked arm in arm and had a great time, but there was Jiang Lingxu who appeared from time to time and was overtly and covertly courteous from all angles. His clumsy appearance made people laugh. Jiang Lingxi couldn't bear to chase people away.
However, Xu Ling'an can be called a straight woman in this regard. When Jiang Lingxu saw Jiang Lingxu riding a horse, "Xiaoxu is very filial to her sister."
Jiang Lingxi smiled and nodded, feeling that Jiang Lingxu would probably vomit blood if he heard this comment.
No, let her laugh for a while.
*
It was warm and peaceful here in Xiyuan, but in the Zhang family's old house elsewhere, a storm was already brewing.
Zhang Nachuan looked at his son who was walking in from the door while holding the teacup, and then lowered his gaze to look at the little boy he was holding in his hand.
The child looks to be about five or six years old. He is wearing a festive old-style red jacket and trousers. He has obviously been carefully dressed up, which is exactly what he likes.
She has a small body and is not too fat, and her face is pink and cute, but there is still a hint of timidity in her eyes.
As soon as Zhang Nachuan looked over, the little guy was so frightened that he shrank behind the adult.
Zhang Anfeng secretly glanced at his father's face with no discernible emotion and anger, then stretched out his hand to pull his youngest son out from behind, "Yangyang, go and kowtow to grandpa, what dad taught you on the road. Don't be afraid, this is dad. Dad, your dear grandpa, haven’t you always wanted to see grandpa?”
Zhang Nachuan took a deep breath while holding the teacup. If the child wasn't still too young, if he was frightened during this New Year, the teacup in his hand would have to be pressed against Zhang Anfeng's forehead!
Encouraged by his father, the little guy endured his nervousness and fear and took a few steps forward. He knelt down awkwardly and kowtowed in a standard manner. He said with a straight face: "Grandpa, I am Yangyang. I am five and a half years old this year. I wish grandpa a new life." One year of good health and long life!”
Memorize it quite smoothly.
Zhang Nachuan finally put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "Get up."
"Dad," Zhang Anfeng was overjoyed and stepped forward to pull up his youngest son, "Yangyang is a smart kid. I asked a professional teacher to test his IQ, which is 120. Yangyang has also liked drawing since he was a child. Yangyang, come on. Show grandpa the New Year gift you prepared."
The child quickly took out another rolled-up painting from his backpack, and mustered up the courage to hand it to his grandfather, who still looked a little scary.
Zhang Nachuan could see through his son's little scheme at a glance. He was smart and liked to draw, but he just focused on what he liked. Looking at the scroll that was handed to him with great effort, he stretched out his hand to take it without expression.
After glancing at the little guy's movement of lowering his hand and gently shaking his arm, he opened the scroll and saw a rather immature landscape painting.
However, at the age of five or six, it is pretty good to be able to draw to this level.
As for whether the child really likes it, there should be no choice.
Thinking of this, his hands felt a little itchy again.
He held back his anger and asked, "Where is the child's mother?"
"Yangyang, let's go play in the next room first." Zhang Anfeng sent his youngest son away first, then looked at the chair next to him, hesitated for a while but still didn't dare to sit down, and stood up and replied, "My mother is going to study abroad. From now on, There is a high probability that he will settle abroad and never come back. Before we left, we signed an agreement and Yangyang will be mine."
“Is she so willing to give up her child?”
“I gave her the cost of studying abroad, and a large sum of money for living expenses.”
“That’s why she sold her son to you!” Zhang Nachuan said calmly, reminding himself that today is New Year’s Eve, “Your company can’t even continue to operate, how can you get so much money?”
For a mother to give up her own child so happily, I know that the money will definitely not be small.
Zhang Anfeng didn't expect that his father would ask about this, so he subconsciously wanted to lie, but he couldn't find a suitable excuse for a while, so he could only tell the truth, "I, I sold the Chunfang picture that my mother gave me when I was a child." ”
Zhang Nachuan failed to save the tea cup in his hand.
“Asshole!”
Zhang Anfeng was well prepared. When the teacup was thrown at him, he quickly raised his hand to cover his head, but he could not avoid being splashed with tea leaves and tea water.
With a head of tea foam on her head, she cried and complained, "Dad, Yangyang's mother is too shrewd. I can't refuse to give you this money, otherwise she will take Yangyang abroad with her, and I won't be able to find her when I look for her." With Zhou's current situation, I think he is almost as useless as his sister. I can't even have a child who can handle it. Mom, if my mother knew better, I guess she would agree with me to take one and just look at it. The painting will give her a lively grandson!”
It's just that when he said this, he was blinded by the tea foam, so he didn't see the utter disappointment in his father's eyes.
Zhang Nachuan was about to ask him to get out when the sound of a wheelchair rolling across the stone floor was heard outside the door.
“Dad, I brought Xiaozhou here to wish you New Year greetings. I see An Feng’s car is parked outside. Is An Feng already here?”
Zhang Anfeng had just wiped the tea foam off his face when he heard his wife's voice coming from behind him. He was so startled that he almost jumped up on the spot.
"Didn't I ask you to take good care of Xiaozhou in the hospital? Can I just come and give my dad a New Year's greeting? Xiaozhou's surgical incision hasn't completely grown yet. What should I do if the wound opens while you are pushing him around?"
Lin Yi walked to the door and saw her husband's hair was wet and seemed to have a few tea leaves on it, so he yelled at her.
Suddenly confused and aggrieved, he argued: "I specifically asked the doctor before I came here. He brought Xiaozhou here only if he can do simple activities. How can he not come to pay dad a happy New Year during the Chinese New Year?"
“Hurry up…”
"dad!"
The clear child's voice interrupted Zhang Anfeng's intention to drive people away.
Lin Yi watched helplessly as a child, dressed all in red, ran out of the inner room and skillfully hugged her husband's thigh. Then she saw the panic on her husband's face, and the old man who just turned a blind eye with his eyes lowered. Jing, there is nothing you don’t understand between the lightning and the stone fire.
This is because I want to hide it from her and get through with the old man first!
Perhaps we even plan to publish the Zhang family tree as well!
He immediately let go of the handle of the wheelchair and rushed straight into the room, "Well, Zhang Anfeng, you actually gave me a secret for the Chinese New Year. I will fight with you! No one can have an easy time this year!"