After He Qingdong finished sending a text message, seeing that Xiao Nizi had not replied for a long time, he stood with a dark face for a while, then picked up his nightgown and bath towel and went to take a bath.

When I came out of the shower, I wiped my wet hair and looked for a hair dryer, but I didn't find it.

I remembered that when I used it last time, I seemed to have answered a phone call, and when I went out after answering something, I put the hair dryer on the coffee table, and I was afraid that it would be put into the locker by the part-time workers who were engaged in hygiene, so I fastened the bathrobe, put on a pair of trousers, and wiped my wet hair downstairs to get a hair dryer.

When passing by the study, I heard the old man's secret laughter, raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Grandpa, it's so late, haven't slept yet?" ”

Ga-

There was no movement in the study for a moment.

"Grandpa?" He Qingdong pushed the door suspiciously, but the door was unlocked, and it opened as soon as he pushed it.

Old Man He sat on the mahogany Taishi chair, holding a pair of framed embroidered paintings in his hand, and he stared at him as he pushed the door in.

"Ahem, let's go to sleep, let's go to sleep."

The old man hid the embroidery painting in his hand behind him, pretended to have a sore back and beat it, and saw that there were more than a dozen delicate embroidery sachets on the desk, and hurriedly grabbed the newspaper stall on the side and covered the sachets, and then smiled twice at the eldest grandson: "Why haven't you slept yet?" Aren't you tired after a day on a plane? ”

If the old man didn't hide it, He Qingdong didn't think about it so much, and this made him suspicious.

With a long leg, he came to the desk in three or two steps, lifted the newspaper, picked up one of the sachets, looked left and right, always felt a little familiar, raised his eyes and asked the old man: "Where did you come from these?" ”

"You have to take care of it!" The old man snatched it back, and then together with the sachets on the table, he received all the big drawers of the desk, and after pushing the drawers, he waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, go to sleep." ”

"Grandpa." He Qingdong suddenly thought of something, supported the old man who got up, and asked, "These were brought by the uncle and aunt, right?" ”

"Ahem, almost." The old man replied with two words, intending to confuse the past.

He didn't say that these embroideries, together with the pile of home-brewed fruit wine and homemade pickled salty seafood in the storage room downstairs, were all brought up by the He family to the youngest son, and everyone had a share of the sachets, but the exquisite landscape painting of the embroidery was named to the eldest grandson, saying that it was a thank you gift.

"Didn't the uncle and aunt leave anything when they brought it?" He Qingdong saw the old man's indistinct words, and vaguely guessed something, no wonder the sachet just now looked so familiar, nine times out of ten it came from Xiao Nizi's hand.

"What can you say?" The old man glared, and snorted angrily: "Does it matter if you send me to honor me?" ”

"If Grandpa likes it, how about I ask Weiwei to embroider "Qingshan Ageless Pine" or "Pine Crane Longevity" for you, which means longevity?"

"That's a good idea!" The old man blurted out: "The "Autumn Scene of the Valley of the Immortals" just now really doesn't call me much, but it's so-so......

Speaking of this, the old man realized that he had been exposed, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"Grandpa." He Qingdong, who spoke out, smiled helplessly, but he didn't hurriedly turn back to the study to get the embroidered painting, but took the old man's shoulder and said in a soft tone: "That painting is actually for me, right?" ”

"Yes, yes!" The old man couldn't hide it, and he stiffened his neck and said angrily: "Can't I use it to appreciate and appreciate what I gave you?" What kind of thank-you gift is not thank-you, if you want to talk about thank-you gifts, that girl should also give me a copy, because I made so many phone calls for her, what a favor I owed, and I was still watched by those old people who watched the show endlessly......"

"Okay." He Qingdong responded with a smile.

"Okay? What a good! The old man saw that his eldest grandson had no head and no brains and said the word "good", and continued to complain angrily: "What I said is true, otherwise, do you think that case can be judged so happily?" ”

"I know." He Qingdong grabbed the old man's shoulder, leaned on affectionately, bowed slightly, and said with a smile in the old man's ear: "So I said okay, I will definitely convey it when I go back, and ask her to embroider a painting that you are satisfied with, if you have time, how about asking her to give you a birthday gift?" ”

"That's pretty much it." Old Man He snorted twice, "As for those in the study, cough, you can take that picture, those sachets, listen to your uncle, they have the effect of calming the nerves and helping you sleep, I will keep one for myself, and send the others away." The feather fan is gone, so let's make do with a sachet...... Why are you staring at me like that? I didn't open the feather fan first, it was the old guys who started to coax...... Anyway, except for the painting for you, the sachet belongs to me, what do you want the sachet to do when you have the painting......"

He Qingdong sent the old man who had been talking all the way back to the bedroom, and then went downstairs to find a hair dryer and dry his hair three or two times.

When I went upstairs, I went to the study and got the embroidered painting of "Autumn Scenery of the Valley of the Immortals", and then returned to my room.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the mobile phone ringing, which was the prompt tone of a short message, and it was exclusive to Xiao Nizi.

Picked up the phone and glanced at it, it was to say goodnight, and immediately dialed back.

"Why are you calling?" He Wei hid under the covers and asked coquettishly in a suppressed voice.

The sound insulation in her hometown is not as good as in her home, and she doesn't dare to talk to him on the phone at home, let alone at her grandmother's house.

"I miss you."

He Qingdong did not answer her directly, but repeated the content of the last text message sent to her.

The indoor heating and air conditioning were on, he held his mobile phone in one hand, took off his trousers in the other, sat on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe, looked sideways at the "Autumn Scene of the Immortal Valley" on the side of his leg, rubbed his eyes softly a few times, and said, "I received the gift you sent." ”

"Oh, that's it, I'm idle and bored, and I'm using the new satin in the store to practice my hands, if you don't mind......" He Wei replied quietly.

I felt that my cheeks were a little burning, and I don't know if it was because it was too hot in the nest, or because it was teased by his low voice.

"Well, I don't mind." He Qingdong chuckled.

Don't say she's shy to find an explanation, even if it's really a work of practice, so what? As long as it's from her, he likes it.

"Grandpa also liked it, and while I didn't get home, I secretly hid it in the study, if I hadn't found out, I guess he would have hidden it......"

He Qingdong smiled and described the old man's angry reaction, and then said: "So, daughter-in-law, you have to help me hold up this scene, otherwise, grandpa will think that I am ridiculing him." There is no hurry, it will take four years to reach his seventieth birthday......"

"You, don't shout, who is your daughter-in-law......"

He Wei's face turned even redder, and she almost threw her phone out of the bed. R1152