Gu Tingyu's handsome face looked particularly gentle under the sunlight.
He walked into the lobby with a steady pace, and his pair of smiling eyes with deep meaning fell directly on Gu Tingyuan's body.
Gu Tingyu curled his lips slightly, "Brother, take his sister-in-law back to see his grandfather?"
Gu Tingyuan's black eyes changed, his tone was low, "Can't you tell me?"
"Brother seems--" Gu Tingyu paused, as if looking for words, and said slowly for a moment: "I'm a little hostile to me."
"Ha, you think of yourself." Gu Tingyuan raised his jaw arrogantly, as arrogant as ever.
Not everyone can see him.
Gu Tingyu seemed to have been used to his expression and tone of speaking. He smiled indifferently and walked to the left of Gu Tingyuan.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the chess game, the smile on his lips widened a little.
"Sister-in-law is very interesting..." Gu Tingyu showed a ghostly and feminine smile on his pale face. His eyes looked at Gu Tingyuan with a provocative meaning, "Do you think so, big brother?"
Gu Tingyuan pursed his thin lips tightly, and his dark eyes looked back without showing any weakness, "Just remember your identity."
"Haha, my brother was joking, of course I remember."
As he said that, Gu Tingyu picked up a white chess and turned the situation around with a "splash". The black chess was in danger and it was a dilemma.
"But, my brother always doesn't know his position..."
"Gu Tingyu, why do you talk so much nonsense?" Gu Tingyuan frowned impatiently.
"Brother, please be careful with your heart, otherwise, I'm afraid that if I'm sad, I'll be more than two people."
Gu Tingyu ignored Gu Tingyuan's warning, raised his head, smiled sinisterly at him, withdrew his hand, turned around and walked to the other side.
His voice, with an ethereal and ghostly meaning, echoed back and forth in the empty lobby.
Gu Tingyuan's face was extremely gloomy.
...
"Come on, come on, look, Lan Girl, this painting was taken by me for two years. It was painted by Mr. Zhuang. It painted the charm of Meilin and Master Mei on the stage..."
Speaking of his collection, Gu Changzheng always talks about his pride and talks in a casual manner.
"By the way, Master Meilin Dongmei, have you heard of it? He is a national treasure-level opera master in our country. I also had a few meetings with him back then. However, over the years, Master Mei has gradually retreated behind the scenes and has appeared less and less. If others want to meet him, it will be difficult to ascend to the sky!"
Speaking of this, Gu Changzheng seemed to feel a little regretful, "I originally wanted to invite him to my birthday party, but... it's better not to bother the master."
Gu Changzheng highly praised and loved Meilin Temple.
This was influenced by his wife Zhuang Qingxian, but since his wife passed away, he has rarely listened to operas alone.
One is because he is afraid of being hurt by the scene. Two, since Meilin fell behind the scenes, no one has resonated with him back then.
Thinking of this, Gu Changzheng couldn't help but feel a little sad. He put away his calligraphy and paintings, shook his head, and let out a heavy sigh.
Seeing the unconcealable loss on the old man's face, Ruan Anlan felt quite uncomfortable.
"Grandpa, don't be sad. Maybe Master Mei will be here on your birthday this year!" Ruan Anlan blinked and handed the old man a cup of hot tea.