"Yes, I'll go find Lu Cen Yuan first."

"Why?"

"Feeling." Jing Han pursed her lips, she knew that feeling was a very magical word, and it was also a very unreliable word.

"I've lived so long and I've never believed in feelings! Don't be impulsive, you young people! ”

Although the old man just moved his mouth and said the words, Jinghan felt a chill in his heart when he heard it.

"Grandpa, in fact, I also fell in love with Jinghan at first sight, so there is nothing, it feels right."

Lu Cenyuan's warm voice sounded in Jing Han's ears, and Jing Han looked sideways. Lu Cen Yuan gently patted the back of Jing Han's hand and told her not to worry.

"Old man, young people nowadays, don't think the same way we do. Besides, my sister and my brother-in-law were also ...... back then."

Aunt Huiwen didn't continue, after all, Siren had passed away, just a few words, and the old man understood.

"That's it, let it go!" The old man put down this sentence and walked to the backyard.

"Grandpa, this is?"

"Don't be complacent, it's just that you've passed the first level." Lu Cen Yuan patted Jing Han's head.

Jing Han immediately flattened her mouth.

"How many levels are there in Grandpa? How can I clear the customs? ”

"I really believe it when I amused you."

Jing Han couldn't figure out what his grandfather meant, so he simply didn't think about it, followed Uncle Fu and looked at Lu Cenyuan's objects when he was a child.

"You don't know, he was skinny when he was young, and then he was forced to study by the old man."

"You said you hadn't seen it, a child of four or five years old, someone else's family recited the three-character scripture. The old man is different, after all, he is a soldier who has copied books, and they are all ancient books, like "The Art of War" and "Shangshu", ......"

Jing Han listened to Uncle Fu and looked at the furnishings in the room.

A carved wooden bed, ink paintings all over the wall, and an inscription on the Wei tablet.

Jing Han felt that Lu Cenyuan's house could be displayed as a cultural relic, and it didn't look like a modern person's house, especially in such an impetuous society.

"Miss Chen, the ones you see are all hand-drawn and handwritten by Xiaoyuan. Xiaoyuan's calligraphy and painting are good, let him draw one for you another day. ”

"There are a few words wrong with the old man's words today, girl, don't mind."

"It's okay, thank you, Uncle Fu." In just a few hours, Jing Han saw clearly that Uncle Fu was a person who was very good at observing words and feelings, no wonder he could get so close to the old man who was not easy to get along with.

"Look at my room, what do you see?"

"It's not the same as the house at home."

"How is it different?"

"There's no me in the house."

Lu Cen Yuan smiled, this girl was wronged just now, and she will start to be coquettish again.

"How?"

Lu Cen Yuan pretended not to know, lowered his head and pondered, and deceived Jinghan.

"Okay, let's wait for the pen and ink!" Lu Cen Yuan knocked Jing Han's head.

"Okay, the villain will do it."

In fact, it is not difficult to serve pen and ink, there is an inkstone on the desk, and this kind of thing is often done in Jinghan's previous life.

Lu Cen Yuan took a commonly used wolf hair and carefully outlined it.

Jing Han on the rice paper was wearing today's cheongsam and smiling shallowly.

Next to it, there is a small inscription on the Wei tablet, "My Fair Lady, Good Gentleman".

"Who is a lady and who is a gentleman? Who is your good partner? ”

Lu Cen didn't respond, just dried the painting and rolled it up.

"Do you want it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Jing Han said, who is a lady and who is a gentleman? Who is your good partner? ”