"Tingting, why is it hurt like this?" The granddaughter's feet made Zhang Hai's face full of anxiety: "Where did you get hurt?" ”

Zhang Tingting is a little embarrassed, she can't tell the truth! That's a shame.

"Grandpa, I'm fine, I just saw a telephone pole in the way, went up and kicked it, but the telephone pole was fine, but I was like this."

This explanation made Shangguan Nengren look black, and actually said that his brother was a telephone pole? Is there any humanity left?

Zhang Hairen is old and refined, how could he not know that Zhang Tingting was lying to him, but his granddaughter didn't want to say it, and he didn't ask much, but laughed and scolded: "You girl, you are an eighteen-year-old girl, and you still do such childish things." ”

"The medicine kit is here." Zhang Ranran ran in with a family medicine box: "Sister, do you want Yunnan Baiyao or bone-setting wine?" ”

"Yunnan Baiyao will do." Zhang Tingting leaned back into the bed and made room for a medical kit.

"Yunnan Baiyao ......" Zhang Ranran opened the medicine box and quickly took out two bottles of Yunnan Baiyao aerosol, one white bottle and one red bottle.

"Which one?" Don't look at Zhang Ranran as a crazy girl, but she has never been injured, I don't know why Yunnan Baiyao is two bottles? I don't know which one is appropriate?

"White bottle." Zhang Tingting stretched out her hand to pick it up, but Zhang Ranran smiled and put the white bottle behind her: "I'll come!" Today you are injured, you are the uncle, let us little maids wait! ”

One sentence made all the people in the room happy, Zhang Tingting smiled, and stretched her little feet out of the edge of the bed: "Then I will enjoy the treatment of the uncle today, Xiao Ranzi, spray the medicine for Uncle Ben." ”

"No, the slave obeys." Zhang Ranran gave a salute like an ancient little maid, and the people couldn't help laughing.

The cool mist sprayed on her feet, Zhang Tingting sighed, turned her head and smiled at the competent person: "Almighty man, you said that you would make a pair of calligraphy and paintings on the spot and give it to my grandfather, haven't forgotten!" ”

"Uh...... You remember it well. Shangguan smiled.

"Calligraphy and painting?" Zhang Hai and Feng Zhizhi looked at Shangguan Nengren, a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, Zhang Ranran finished spraying the medicine, and turned his head to look at Shangguan Nengren: "Brother Shangguan knows calligraphy and painting?" ”

Shangguan Nengren smiled faintly: "I've studied for a while, and I just heard that today is Grandpa Zhang's seventieth birthday, so you can't come empty-handed!" But I don't know what to give for a while, that is, the calligraphy and painting are still on the table, if Grandpa Zhang doesn't dislike it......"

"That's interesting." Without waiting for Zhang Hai to speak, Feng Zhizhi stroked his beard and smiled: "Children, your grandfather Zhang is very picky about calligraphy and painting, if you don't do it well, your grandfather Zhang can tear up your calligraphy and painting, so can you still make it?" ”

"Uh......" Shangguan looked at Zhang Hai with squinted eyes, this little old man is not tall, but his temper is hot enough, if he is torn on the spot, where will his brother's face go?

Zhang Hai glared at Feng Zhizhi: "Shut up!" You old guy, as soon as you have a bad stomach, you know how to slander Lao Tzu, even if you have a bad stomach, forget it, Lao Tzu celebrates his 70th birthday, but you send Tang Sancai to Lao Tzu, I can't see that Lao Tzu lives better than you, right! ”

"Hehe, Lao Zhang, you are sorry for what you say, you must know that although Tang Sancai was used for funerals in the Tang Dynasty, but in modern times it is a valuable antique, look at the point, and when you die, it is good to use it to hold ashes, think about it, others have thousands of coffins, but you use millions of Tang Sancai ashes, how much face."

Feng Zhizhi smiled like a fox, cunning and cunning.

"Whew! You old scumbag! Just hate me for not dying, you wait, wait for your 80th birthday, I will give you a coffin of Jin Sinan, and keep it for you to put your corpse. Zhang Hai said angrily.

"Good! Jin Si Nan is a good coffin, remember to get some beautiful patterns, I will be a kang after I go down. ”

"You're such an old scumbag!"

"Winning ......"

Listening to the two old men discussing heavy topics such as ashes and coffins on their birthdays, the three juniors were collectively speechless.

Shangguan was thoughtful, a hint of realization flashed in his eyes, and he smiled: "The two old men are really kind-hearted, and they have reached the realm of looking down on life and death, which is worth learning from our younger generation." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Hai and Feng Zhizhi stopped arguing and looked at Shangguan with a look of surprise.

I didn't think it before, but after the two old men looked at it carefully, they found that the young man in front of him had an indescribable aura.

Feng Zhizhi had a little research on the physiognomy of the face, and saw that the heavenly court of the Shangguan was full, the earth pavilion was round, the eyes were smart, and the nose was straight and the mouth was square, which was really a good face.

"The young man is really good-looking, the aura is compelling, and it is unspeakably expensive!" Feng Zhizhi's eyes flashed with a thick look of appreciation.

"Well, the face is okay, it's just too thin, like a telephone pole." Zhang Hai seems to be very good at reading people, and he is also surprised by the physiognomy of the functional, but his thin body shape does not quite match Zhang Hai's aesthetics.

In his opinion, a manly man should have a big waist and a round waist, a body of muscles, and he can scare people when he goes to that station.

The size of the Shangguan person is enough, and the 1.88 meter is not a decoration, but this body ...... "uh......" Shangguan is the second time today that he heard the words "telephone pole", and he smiled wryly: "Grandpa Zhang, let's not bring such a shocking person!" I also want to be fatter, but I've been eating fat for more than ten years. ”

"Almighty, you're the one who hits people!" Zhang Tingting's face is not good, Shangguan's physique of eating and not getting fat has always made her envious, jealous and hateful, thinking that in order to maintain her body shape, every meal is mainly light, and she eats more fruits and vegetables than rice, but she is still not as good as Shangguan who eats fat meat, she is really angry.

Zhang Ranran's little Lori didn't think too much, she was a crazy girl, no matter how she ate, she was consumed with her daily madness, so she kept her body shape very well, a few points thinner than Zhang Tingting, and there was no pressure in this regard.

Zhang Tingting's eyes were too resentful, and she didn't know that she thought it was an abandoned resentful woman, and Shangguan didn't dare to answer, so she coped with it with two dry laughs.

Feng Zhizhi stroked his beard and smiled: "Young man, what's your name?" ”

"Shangguan Man!" didn't wait for the competent person to speak, Zhang Ranran hurriedly said: "Brother Shangguan is called Shangguan Capable Man, Shangguan is the surname, and Capable People are the two capable people who have produced many capable people." ”

"Shangguan capable people...... Feng Zhizhi's hand stroking his beard paused, and he laughed quite interestingly: "What a good name!" I can't forget it when I hear it, I guess the person is like his name, Shangguan child, don't you want to paint! Lao Zhang, you have rice paper in your study! ”

Zhang Hai snorted lightly: "Of course there is, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all available!" ”

Feng Zhizhi said with a smile: "Great, how about we observe the calligraphy and painting of Shangguan children on the spot?" ”

"I'm going to see it too! I'm going to see it too! Zhang Ranran raised his hand to sign up with great interest.

Zhang Hai smiled and said, "You are a little girl everywhere." ”

"I'll take a look, too." The most curious person present was Zhang Tingting, she had never seen a competent person paint, and the opportunity was rare, so she had to see it in person.

"Tingting, your feet ......" Zhang Hai frowned.

"It's okay." Zhang Tingting took off the shoes and socks on her other foot, revealing her white and tender little feet, her little feet reached under the bed, hooked out a pair of fluffy puppy slippers, put her feet in, stood up, and walked a few steps in front of everyone, looking at the movements, there was nothing abnormal.

Zhang Tingting smiled: "It's just a hard injury, and it doesn't hurt much if you spray the medicine." ”

Zhang Hai sighed: "You girl, you are love-minded." ”

Zhang Tingting leaned over and hugged Zhang Hai's arm, and said with a sweet smile: "Grandpa, I'm really fine, really, don't worry." ”

As soon as the most beloved granddaughter was coquettish, Zhang Haile couldn't close her mouth: "Okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay......"

Feng Zhizhi looked disdainful and muttered to himself: Granddaughter control, old pervert.

…… Everyone moved to the study, in Zhang Hai's study, there is a large desk five meters long and one and a half meters wide, on which there are some messy four treasures of the study, and there are some unfinished calligraphy and paintings.

Thinking about it, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, itself is a compulsory course for the self-cultivation of ancient scholars, and now Huaxia is young all day long in order to make money and marry a daughter-in-law to support the family, and there is no time for self-cultivation.

It is not unreasonable that the older a person is, the better his knowledge, just because the old man has the time and patience to study this, and the young man is out of reach.

Shangguan Nengren saw the unfinished calligraphy and painting on the desk, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes: "Is this Grandpa Zhang's handwriting?" The words are majestic and powerful, the pride is solemn, and the painting is also majestic, which is really good! ”

"Oh?" Zhang Hai looked at Shangguan with some surprise, and said with a smile: "You kid is not very old, but you can read words and people, don't talk nonsense, don't you want to make a calligraphy and painting for me!" Then hurry! ”

"Grandpa, how can there be someone like you." Zhang Tingting was unhappy: "My classmate kindly gave you a gift, how can you be so bold and force others to paint?" ”

"Yes!" Feng Zhizhi couldn't look at it: "Lao Zhang, I didn't say you, you have a ...... temper."

"You go playing! What's the matter with you? Zhang Hai glared at Feng Zhizhi, coughed dryly, changed it to a smiling face, and said with a smile to Shangguan Ability: "Shangguan boy, let's paint!" ”

Competent man: "......"

Zhang Tingting really couldn't help herself as a grandfather, standing next to Shangguan Capable Man, with an apologetic face: "Powerful man, my grandfather is this weird temper, you ......"

Shangguan Neng waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's okay, old children, old children, people will always be a little weird when they get old, it's nothing." ”

Seeing that the competent person didn't care, Zhang Tingting breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Then let me see your calligraphy and painting skills!" I'll help you sharpen the ink. ”

"Okay." Shangguan nodded with a smile, stood in front of the desk, took out a piece of fine rice paper, and spread it on the table.

Zhang Tingting moved the lotus step lightly, stood on the side of the functional, pressed the ends of the rice paper with the inkstone and pen holder, poured water into the inkstone, and picked up the ink ingot and grinded it gently.

Seeing that his precious granddaughter actually polished ink for the competent person in person, Zhang Hai's jealous eyes were red: This bastard boy! Skinny hemp stick! How dare you let Lao Tzu's precious granddaughter grind ink? You'd better make a good calligraphy and painting, or you'll have to sit on wax today!

(To be continued)