Chapter Forty-Three: Male Talent and Female Appearance
Grandpa Jun is wearing a dark red Tang suit with the word "Fu" embroidered on it today. Paired with this plum blossom, it really has a Chinese style. Grandpa Jun held Father Cen's hand and said, "Thank you, thank you Cen Xian, nephew."
Grandpa Jun must have planned to call Cen Xiandi directly, but when his eyes touched Cen Yetong beside him, he immediately changed his tune.
The Min'en family gave an inkstone as a gift. Grandpa Jun commented on it on the spot and even asked a servant to bring good rice paper. The woman who had just been chatting with Xiaoqing's father came over and stood beside him skillfully to polish the ink.
Several people were chatting and laughing around the long table. It looked very lively and the atmosphere was quite good.
Jun Changqian stood far away, as if he didn't want to blend in between them. The other person who didn't squeeze in was looking at him with curiosity and shyness at the moment.
One was standing by the window, and the other was standing in front of the fish tank at the entrance of the living room. Although there was no exchange or collision of eyes, a strange atmosphere filled the room. Even Grandpa Jun would cast his gaze at the two young men from time to time.
Occasionally, he and Min En's father would look at each other, and there seemed to be an unspoken agreement between his smiles.
Senye Hitomi approached me and Xiaoqing, her eyes sparkling.
"You are silent!" His voice was a little careless.
I nodded to him and then stepped away. I didn't want to chat with him because I couldn't "talk". Of course, I just didn't want to talk. This is why I rarely expressed it in school, being an invisible person.
, the reason for transparent people.
In the past seven years, my life circle has been so narrow. In addition to Yu Bei and Le Siyuan, there are Jun Changqian and Uncle Zhong. Of course, if Jun Xiaoqing not far away is also included, there is also Jun Xiaoqing, five people.
That’s all. Teachers and classmates are all indispensable. As for playmates, I have Abai!
I heard Jun Xiaoqing greet Cen Yetong: "Hello, I am Jun Xiaoqing!"
Xiaoqing is neither willful nor unruly. She is a girl who is easy to get along with and doesn't even have any airs. I don't know how a mother like that can raise such a daughter.
Sen Yehitong looked at me from a distance across several people, looked at me for a moment, then looked back, and coolly answered Xiaoqing: "Sen Yehitong!"
Still as cool as ever! It turns out that the way he winked at me just now was just my temporary fantasy.
I looked up at Jun Changqian. He seemed to be looking at the fish in the fish tank, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything at all. It wasn't until Grandpa Jun called him that he seemed to have come to his senses, put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the long table.
The living room was still lively, and Min En's father praised Grandpa Jun's painting skills in his not-so-fluent Chinese.
Sumino Hitomi's mother seems to have a lot of knowledge in Chinese painting, and she also commented with a smile. Her voice was soft and waxy, which made me wonder, if my mother were here, would she have such a gentle voice?
"In fact, Quanzi also studies painting quite a bit." Grandpa Jun said.
Jun Xiaoqing's mother said: "Then let's ask Changqian to paint for the birthday girl. I'm guessing I'm tired of grinding ink. Mr. Ji, can you please help Miss Ji?"
Ji Min'en, who was standing by the window, was called over. He pulled up his sleeves, and his slender fingers reflected the ink-black inkstone, which was as flawless as white jade. I felt a little pain in my eyes, and looked up. Jun Changqian and Ji Min'en were standing side by side, with such expressions.