Bai Weizhong is a filial son, originally wanted to take his wife, children and grandchildren to live with Old Man Bai, but Old Man Bai himself was too noisy, so he had to live in the old mansion by himself.

Jiang Xiao got out of the car and walked towards Xiaolou.

I went up the stairs and reached out and rang the doorbell.

Xiao Miao had already slowly retreated, and he didn't know how long Jiang Xiao was going to stay here, so he didn't refuse when Jiang Xiao asked him to go and get busy when he had something to do.

Soon someone came to open the door.

Yu Zhensheng introduced to him, in the old house of the Bai family, a middle-aged woman named Aunt Xia, and a middle-aged man named Uncle Tong, they are a family of two, and they have been taking care of Old Man Bai for three years.

The one who came to open the door should be Uncle Tong.

"Is it Xiao Jiang?" Uncle Tong glanced at her.

"I am. ”

"Come in, the old man is waiting for you. ”

He let Jiang Xiao in.

From the outside, the Bai family's old house is not big, but after coming in, I found that the courtyard is still quite large, no trees are planted, and all are potted plants.

The hall on the first floor of the small building was open, and she could already see the old man in Tang costume standing in it with his hands in his sleeves, facing a wall.

He was looking at a painting.

That painting is the indulgent landscape painted by Jiang Xiao.

The old man was thin, and the Tang suit was loose and loose on his body, but his waist was still very straight.

"That's the old man, little Jiang girl, please. ”

Uncle Tong gestured to her, but he didn't mean to take her over.

Jiang Xiao walked over by himself.

The three walls of the hall were empty, but seeing some nails on the walls, it was not difficult for Jiang Xiao to guess that these must be paintings.

Now there are three walls, and only the one she painted is an indulgent landscape.

"Bai Lao. ”

Old man Bai slowly turned around when he heard the voice.

His appearance was ordinary, that of an old man of seventy or eighty years old, with gray hair and a wrinkled face, only those eyes looked a little kind and wise.

"You're Little Jiang, and you painted this picture?"

Bai Lao walked over to her, pointed to the chair in the hall, and asked her to sit down.

"Yes. ”

"Amazing, amazing. Bai Lao didn't question her, he also sat down on another chair, still looking at her.

He suddenly snorted and said, "Why do I think you're a little familiar?"

Jiang Xiao thought that he would ask her about painting, but he didn't expect him to suddenly come up with such a sentence, and he was stunned for a moment.

Bai Lao beckoned to her, "Come here, let me take a closer look." ”

Jiang Xiao pursed his lips, but still got up and walked over.

Bai Lao squinted his eyes slightly and looked at her for a while, and said, "It's really familiar, who does it look like?" I can't remember it for a while, but it's really a bit similar, especially these eyes." ”

Like whom?

Jiang Xiao's heart moved.

Like whom?

In addition to looking like Jiang Qingzhu, she should be like her father who has never seen her before!

There are many people in the village who often maliciously speculate that Jiang Qingzhu was slept with by some hooligan ruffian, but Jiang Xiao has never felt that her biological father must not be ugly.

Because there is nothing unsightly about her facial features.

It's not like Jiang Qingzhu's part is also good-looking, it's not that she's narcissistic.

Now hearing Bai Lao say that she looked like a person, Jiang Xiao suddenly thought of her father.

Will?

But Bai Lao couldn't think of anything.

This made Jiang Xiao a little crazy.

Where is there such a thing? It's better not to say it!

Now this makes her feel a little uncomfortable, and she doesn't know if she just happened to meet someone who had met her father.