Following his words, the sound of cars was heard again.
It was still a luxury car I didn't know, and a family of three got out of the car. That seven or eight-year-old boy wearing a black suit, who else could he be if he wasn't Hitomi Sumino?
Compared to my surprise, Sumino Hitomi was not surprised at all, and even blinked at me.
His small movements did not escape Jun Changqian's "discerning eyes". He held my hand and exerted a little force, not knowing what he wanted to express.
I lowered my head and withdrew my gaze. I probably wasn't familiar enough with Sumeye Hitomi to show such small gestures, but maybe it was because I met an acquaintance in such an environment. This person usually doesn't like to talk. It seemed that
A serious and cool transfer student actually behaved in such a childish way.
Jun Changqian didn't ask me anything, nor did he plan to go up to greet me. It seemed that Jun Xiaoqing's mother was enough in this family. She was a woman who was very good at diplomacy. Guests from both families had exchanged greetings with each other.
Now, we are heading into the living room to welcome him.
Today's living room has obviously been decorated, looking luxurious and warm.
Grandpa Jun stood up to greet him. There was a man in a wheelchair in the living room chatting with a woman who looked similar to him. The woman had her hair pulled into a bun and looked elegant and dignified. The woman also stood up at this time, and the woman beside her stood up.
The man also stood up, and the seven or eight-year-old boy who was drawing looked up from his drawing paper. He had a tiger-like head and a very cute head.
The woman and man followed Grandpa Jun's footsteps and came over to greet the guests. The man in the wheelchair did not slide closer to the wheelchair, but just looked at him from a distance, with a dull expression, showing no emotion or anger.
Xiaoqing seemed very excited. She held my hand and said, "Buyu, this is my dad. Dad, this is my uncle's sister, Buyu."
She introduced this way, probably because I have been living with Jun Changqian. The man in the wheelchair smiled at me, but the smile seemed hollow, and even his eyes were hollow and indifferent.
It’s okay to look at me like this, but he looks at Jun Xiaoqing in the same way.
I don’t understand, but Jun Changqian once warned me that curiosity will kill the cat. At that time, I asked him what was in the attic of our beach house, and he told me this very seriously, and then I never thought about it again.
I asked. Curiosity killed the cat. I verified it when I was eight years old on the rooftop garden of Junzhai.
I nodded lightly as a greeting.
Grandpa Jun exchanged greetings with Min En's father and Cen Yetong's parents. The guests gave gifts. The Cen family gave them a painting. Grandpa Jun unfolded the painting with a kind look on his face.
A picture of plum blossoms, with staggered branches and colorful branches. I stood and watched from a distance, and I could tell at a glance that it was the painting style of the most famous Wei Lao in S City. Well, these were naturally taught by Jun Changqian.
Appreciating paintings was regarded by him as an art form, which cultivated my sentiments. What's more, I already like painting. By chance, Jun Changqian took me to meet Mr. Wei, and I got a few words from him.
"Lao Wei's painting!" Grandpa Jun felt as if he had found a treasure. The joy in his eyebrows made the old man who scolded me fade away in my memory.
"I heard that Mr. Jun has always liked painting, and his wish is to get a pair of calligraphy paintings by Mr. Wei. Fortunately, he lived up to his fate. I had the honor to meet Mr. Wei years ago and got this painting "Beautiful Plum Blossoms in the Cold Snow". I wish Mr. Wei a long life.
The pines in the southern mountains never grow old, and the blessings are like the everlasting waters of the east sea."
Father Cen wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and these words made him look even more polite and elegant.
