"Girl, you really open the old man's eyes every time, this gift, the old man really likes it so much, haha......" Mei Lao really praised without reservation, suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked: "By the way, girl, how did you come up with the idea of giving this painting?"

"Can't you think of that? You call yourself Mei Lao, doesn't this mean that you love plum blossoms? Besides, there is plum without snow and no spirit, and there is snow without poetry and vulgarity. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info sunset poems are full of snow and snow, and plum is very spring. So this painting came out, which can be regarded as an expression of the little girl's gratitude to you. "The head is the Taoist to help Mei Lao analyze, this time it really took a lot of thought, and specially made this painting to his liking.

"Good...... Good...... Okay! What a good girl, if I have a grandson, I will let him marry you, it's a pity~" Mei Lao said with some emotion, and became a little melancholy as he spoke.

Thinking in his heart, Mei Lao seemed to have no children in his life, and he didn't know the specific reason, seeing that the old man was so sad, he hurriedly stepped forward and comforted: "Mei Lao, if you don't dislike it, I'll be your granddaughter!"

At this time, an old woman came in the distance, and said with a kind smile: "He won't dislike it, it's too late for him to rejoice, girl, you don't know, this old man expected you to come today, and he has been talking about it for a day and a night, and this morning he is still talking about why you haven't come yet, so if you are willing to be our granddaughter, it is really ......"

Seeing that the old woman in front of her became more and more excited, she had a tendency to cry, and guessed her identity in her heart, and hurriedly said, "Wan'er has seen grandparents." ”

"Haha...... Good...... Okay!" said the two old men with a smile on their faces.

"I'll see what our granddaughters have painted. As she spoke, the old woman stepped forward, picked up the scroll, and said, "I don't know much about calligraphy and painting, but I know that this painting is beautiful!"

"Oh, you old woman, don't read it if you don't understand it, I'm afraid you'll stain this painting. Mei Lao was talking to the old woman, and at the same time, he snatched the painting back like a rare treasure.

"I'll see what's wrong, you really are!" said the old woman, who was not happy at all, with some reproach.

"Grandparents, don't make any noise, if grandma stains this painting, I'll paint another one and send it over. "Will be busy for their old couple to relieve the siege.

"That's it, Wan'er is still obedient and doesn't want to pay attention to you old man. "The old woman was suffocated to death like a little girl.

"You old woman are serious, are you not unaware, I'm just saying. Mei Lao hurriedly explained to himself.

Looking at the old Mei couple in front of them, I couldn't help but feel envious, this is really good, they are both old husbands and wives, and they still have the taste of love.

"Wan'er, you must have some other purpose for coming this time, right? Your father must have explained something to you, say, the old man listened, and if he could, he would agree to him. Mei Lao finally coaxed the old woman, and then turned back to me.

"Isn't the Shikoku Cultural Fight going to be held in our southern country in a month and a half? My father wanted you to lead our country to participate in this grand event, so he specially explained it to me. "Honestly told what my father had told me.

"Is this the case? I already knew, I heard that the three old immortals of Lan Zhuju will also come, and it doesn't hurt if I agree, but the condition for me to participate this time is that you will take the lead in this cultural fight, leading those literati and ink writers, how about it?" Mei Lao thought about it and added that condition.

After thinking about it a little in my heart, I agreed, and got the promise of Mei Lao, and the matter was over perfectly, and then I accompanied the two elders to chat happily and relax. In a blink of an eye, it turned into evening, and then said goodbye.

Looking at the back of the carriage, the old woman said to Mei Lao with some self-reproach: "It's all my fault that I can't give birth to a child, otherwise our grandson may be about the same age as Wan'er, right?"

Mei Lao hugged the old woman into his arms and said comfortingly: "You, don't blame yourself, don't we have a granddaughter now? Besides, we are all old husbands and wives, haven't we come over after so many years?"

As the sun sets, the reflections of the two old men overlap and snuggle up to each other, and the picture is so beautiful and harmonious. The love between these two people is also reflected in a sentence, life and death, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.