Zhang Guanghang's room is very large, to be precise, there is no small room in Fen Garden. The house that was originally enough to live for dozens of people is now only a little big and a bit wasteful because only Xia Muqi and Zhang Guanghang live in it, even if a large part of it has been converted into a private restaurant, the remaining living area is still very rich.

Zhang Guanghang walked all the way, through the garden, the stone bridge, the main hall and the corridor to his bedroom, and on the way Jiang Feng also found that although the Fen Garden was large, the furniture was very simple. Zhang Guanghang's room may be slightly better, with a desk and bookcase, which is a necessary furniture for children's bedrooms, and it is a relatively normal room.

Jiang Feng just looked through the wall at a room that I didn't know if it was a guest room or something, and there was almost nothing in it except for a small bed, which looked like a rough room.

After Zhang Guanghang returned to the room, he did not take a nap as Xia Muqi said, nor did he take the initiative to learn to write homework, but opened the draft book and sat at the desk and was stunned.

The draft book is not the kind of blank paper manuscript that sells drafts in the back, but a homemade draft book that Xia Muqi bound up with relatively cheap and thin paper. Zhang Guanghang grabbed the pen in his hand, stared at the white paper, thought for a long time, and finally started to write the sentence that Jiang Feng had seen in the tin box on the paper in French.

I wrote three sentences in a row.

Jiang Feng seemed to understand what Zhang Guanghang was writing.

Birthday cake, hymns, a group photo, combined with what Zhang Guanghang asked Xia Muqi before, it is not difficult to guess that what Zhang Guanghang is writing now should be the birthday gift he is going to give Xia Muqi on Xia Muqi's birthday tomorrow.

Just when Zhang Guanghang was about to write the fourth sentence, Xia Muqi suddenly pushed the door in.

Seeing that Zhang Guanghang was not taking a nap but writing at the desk, Xia Muqi looked a little unhappy, and frowned: "Didn't I tell you to go to bed first and then write your homework? ”

"I'm writing a task list, and I'm going to sleep when I'm done. Zhang Guanghang relied on Xia Muqi's inability to read French and began to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

"That's right, I have something to discuss with you. Shamuqi sat on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Guanghang turned around to face Xia Muqi and looked like he was listening carefully.

"Xiaohang, I think it's time for you to go home. ”

"Isn't it set to go back in half a month?" Zhang Guanghang didn't understand what Xia Muqi meant.

"I mean, you don't have to come back this time. ”

Zhang Guanghang was stunned and asked, "Why, Master, I haven't finished studying, I still don't know how to cook, don't you all say that I'm still in the stage of practicing basic skills?"

"You can practice the basic skills anywhere, you are now at the age of junior high school, you should go back to school and stay with your parents. You can't just go to school all day long like you are now, and spend two months a year asking that tutor to make up for it?" said Xia Muqi, but obviously he was not very happy when he said this.

Zhang Guanghang didn't quite understand why Xia Muqi said this, but Jiang Feng, who was watching from the side, probably guessed it.

Xia Muqi was worried.

Because you care, you have concerns.

Zhang Guanghang came to Peking to talk to Xia Muqi when he was less than ten years old, and he looked like a child at that time, and Xia Muqi would not be surprised to take him outside all day long. But after all, Zhang Guanghang is of mixed Chinese and French descent, and he grows up much faster than Oriental children of the same age, and in just a few years, he has grown from a child to a teenager, and many people have begun to understand what the relationship between Zhang Guanghang and Xia Muqi is, and ask Xia Muqi why your grandson doesn't seem to have to go to school.

People who know that Zhang Guanghang is Xia Muqi's apprentice will occasionally muttered to others behind their backs, the French are really weird, they can't go to school at such a young age, and they went to Peking to learn from others, and their parents are really big.

Xia Muqi never cared about these words.

He loves too few people in his life, and the time of his lover is too short, almost all of them are concentrated in the first half of his life, before he accepted Zhang Guanghang as an apprentice, he was just a ruthless money-making machine, he didn't care about what happened around him, and he didn't care what kind of changes there were in this world, the only thing he cared about was money.

So when he began to notice that the world had changed, he realized that the world was no longer what he had understood.

In his opinion, it is normal for Zhang Guanghang to leave his hometown to learn art at a young age for a craft, but in the eyes of others, this is an incredible thing.

He is already out of touch with the times and is an anomaly, and he doesn't want his apprentice to be out of touch with the times and become an outlier.

He wanted Zhang Guanghang to live the life that a thirteen-year-old child should live, studying, going to school, and staying with his parents, instead of leaving his hometown to be his apprentice.

But Zhang Guanghang has never been a normal child.

"I don't want to. Zhang Guanghang shook his head, "I don't need to go back to school, hiring a tutor is enough for me to complete the homework I should study." I'm not going to university, and I don't need to study for extra courses. ”

"And I don't have to stay with my parents, and they don't have to stay with me. Zhang Guanghang's eyes were full of indifference.

Zhang Guanghang glanced at the note that had just been written on the table, and changed the topic very bluntly and forcefully: "Master, let's go take a group photo tomorrow." ”

Xia Muqi immediately changed the topic very cooperatively, and no longer mentioned what happened just now: "What are you doing taking photos?"

"Tomorrow is your birthday, Master, of course, you have to take a photo to commemorate it, my grandfather will take a photo with me every year on his birthday. Speaking of this, Zhang Guanghang suddenly sighed, "But I haven't taken photos with my grandfather for several years, and I may not see my grandfather again when I go back this year." Aunt Grace said that Grandpa was sick and was now in the hospital and could not see anyone, and I wondered if Grandpa would be better when I went back. ”

Xia Muqi realized something and asked tentatively, "When did your aunt tell you?"

"I was told last time I called. ”

"Tomorrow I will go to the photo studio to take pictures, get up early and stay out of bed, and go after shopping for groceries. Xia Muqi got up from the bed suddenly, and the topic changed so quickly that Zhang Guanghang didn't even react, and he didn't give Zhang Guanghang time to react, leaving a sentence to go to bed quickly and leave.

He was even a little angry when he left, and he didn't know what angered him.

Zhang Guanghang: ???

Zhang Guanghang glanced at the fourth piece of paper on the table that had not yet been written, and did not continue to write, but obediently got up and went to bed.

Jiang Feng sighed.

A sigh that he didn't know why.