Gao Lang didn't shout it out, but Gao's father also interrupted: "Wife, what is this?"
"It was the piano left by my mother. It was said to be from my ancestors. There is also a legend. It's funny to say, so..." Mrs. Gao just smiled and did not continue.
But the more she said that, the more she kept half of it, it would arouse people's curiosity.
Gao Langqi asked: "Mommy, what is the legend? Why haven't you heard it before?"
Mrs. Gao replied with a smile: "This matter... I'll hear your grandfather tell you, if you want to know, ask him."[
At this time, everyone's eyes fell on the old man.
The old man smiled suddenly.
Slowly patted the box.
It doesn't even open.
"I'm not here to find you today." At this time, the old man looked at Chen Su'er, "I'm here to find her. I want to talk to her alone."
The old man made a request.
The rest of the people naturally wanted to avoid it, but at this time the old man stopped them and said, "No, no, no, you don't have to leave, we just lend your study room for use."
"Okay, wife, just take dad up there." At this time, Gao's father agreed. His father-in-law said that there is no reason not to borrow the study.
So the old man stood up with a box dressed in a guqin, and led the way to the study room upstairs by Mrs. Gao.
Chen Su'er was a little nervous.
With Gao Lang's encouragement, she followed her and said, "Dear, don't worry. Grandpa is a good person to get along with. Wouldn't you be clear about his paintings?"
Chen Su'er thought about it and felt that it was.
There is really nothing to worry about.
Through painting, you can see the soul of the painter, and she invisibly believed in him.
A few minutes later.
There are only the old man and Shen Su'er in the study.
Chen Su'er stood respectfully aside, and the old man just stared at her calmly.
After a long time, he placed the box on the desk and slowly opened it.