Chapter 118 Meeting the parents

Pei Jinxing took his legs away and then retracted them.

He frowned slightly, thinking he had heard it wrong, so he turned around and looked at an old man standing next to a snowman, with a lot of snowflakes on his head, and the sparse hair on his head was even more messy, probably because he was hit by a snowball.

He was wearing a plain gray Zhongshan outfit and his clothes were quite serious, just a wintersweet on the collar, which looked not very steady.

The old man waved at him, and hesitated to see Pei Jinxing.

The old man bent down and grabbed a handful of snow, and made a ball, hit Pei Jinxing hard.

"Boy, I thought the old man was misunderstood by his dizzy eyes. It's really you!"

Pei Jinxing: "..."

He brushed away the cold snow on his body.

It seems helpless, "Grandpa."

Mr. Liang clapped his hands, carried them behind his back, and walked over as if decently, with his eyebrows and eyes wide open, "Okay, you guy, you have been back in Beijing for so long, but you haven't seen the old man at a glance. Why? I think the old man has no common language with you?"

Pei Jinxing curled his eyes and curled his lips, "I see you are having fun with those kids, and I thought you were not too busy to pay attention to my grandson."

"Turn down, it's so smooth tone, it's so good to your mother."

Mr. Liang snorted, raised his hand to sort out a few strands of hair that he could count, and combed it down like a decent look, "What are you doing in school? It's still so early in the morning?"

Pei Jinxing looked down at the lunch box in his hand and said calmly, "Choose girls, are you too?"

Mr. Liang glared at him, "You bastard, you are not as honest as your dick."

Pei Jinxing snorted and laughed, "You are not inferior, a great man of the generation, and he is always unreasonable."

If you want to tell who he is in line with?

This is quite clear at a glance.

The old man is in his seventies, and an old naughty boy.

Mr. Liang spat, "Okay, okay, the old man won't talk nonsense with you. I'm here to find the chairman today to talk about the art association. I won't waste time with you."

The road is slippery on snowy days.

The old man's soles are covered with snow, and the floor inside the building will inevitably slip.

Of course he was worried, so he simply supported him and said, "I'll send you there."

Mr. Liang: "I'm not paralyzed yet."

Even so.

But he was also happy.

After all, he is just such a grandson.

The eldest daughter Liang Fudeng was rebellious back then and wanted to marry the head of the Pei family who was more than teenager than her.

The second daughter Liang Yingyi is nearly forty years old, but she doesn't get married and has no children.

No one can save him any worries.

Arrived at Xu Changyan's office.

Pei Jinxing didn't care what they were talking about, so he sent a WeChat message to Shen Zhouyi, intending to deliver food to her later.

Xu Changyan poured tea for the old man, "What do you think about the next event held by the Art Association?"

Mr. Liang took a sip of tea, "Don't your school have some good seedlings? Nowadays, fewer and fewer people study Chinese painting seriously, all of which are lack of patience, and I don't know if there can be some good inheritance."

Now the child.

He was unstable, was too hasty, or was determined to be profitable. He had taught an apprentice in his life, Xu Changyan, but unfortunately he did not pass on his inheritance. In the future...

Mr. Liang sighed.

Just at this moment, someone knocked on the door.

Xu Changyan said: "Come in."

Lu Yuran pushed the door open and came in.

On the way she came, she had calmed down her excitement, but she didn't expect that she would see someone here that she was even more unexpected.

Her eyes were on Pei Jinxing who was lazily leaning on the sofa, and she turned around and smiled obediently, greeted Xu Changyan.

"Chairman, I'm sorry to come over rashly. I really heard that Mr. Liang was here to the school. I was excited and hurried over. If possible, I would like to ask Mr. Liang for advice." She was a little obedient and embarrassed to pull her cuffs, nervous and nervous and excited.

Xu Changyan naturally had no objection. After all, what they were going to talk about was also a matter of Chinese painting competitions, and Lu Yuran was one of the best in Chinese paintings.

He then introduced Mr. Liang indifferently, "Lu Yuran, Miss Lu, is also a Chinese painting student, and has a good foundation."

Pei Jinxing didn't raise his eyelids either.

He doesn't care about the situation at hand.

As he guessed the time, he thought about Shen Zhouyi coming out for a while and he went to find her.

Lu Yuran took a deep breath and walked to Mr. Liang. Yu Guang couldn't help but glance at Pei Jinxing, "Hello Mr. Liang, I have been learning Shanghai School painting for more than ten years. I have been influenced by you since I was a child. I am honored to meet you. This is what I painted today. Can you help me see it?"

Although the class I was taking today was a comprehensive painting, she still followed the Chinese painting method and did not apply other materials. She was very confident in her paintings.

Competitions are to be participated.

Mr. Liang, she also wants to become a disciple successfully!

Mr. Liang still has a good impression of young children who are learning Chinese painting and is happy to take a look. He took the painting and opened it to look.

It can be seen that I have learned for a long time and my pen is powerful.

It's indeed a good seedling.

but……

"There is a form but the spirit lacks some heat. You need to pay attention to the level of writing. These things cannot be done overnight..." Suddenly, he paused, frowned, and exclaimed strangely.

Pei Jinxing even looked slightly sideways.

Lu Yuran stared at Mr. Liang nervously.

I thought something was wrong.

"Is there any problem?"

Mr. Liang pointed to an inconspicuous part of the corner of the paper, "Is this what you painted?"

Lu Yuran looked over and his expression subsided.

That was the stroke of Shen Zhouyi's painting—

She couldn't figure out what Mr. Liang was thinking, so she could only pursed her lips and said, "No."

"That's it?"

"It was... a teacher in our yard."

Mr. Liang looked surprised, "Teacher? Are you painting Chinese painting?"

Lu Yuran had no choice but to tell the truth, "No, he is a new teacher."

"There is only one newcomer lately."

Xu Changyan next to him inserted a mouth slowly.

Even Pei Jinxing took a casual look at Lu Yuran.

Newcomer—

Could it be his family?

Lu Yuran suddenly felt that the situation was subtle and said, "Well, the name is Shen Zhouyi."

Pei Jinxing was not surprised either.

only……

"Then I want to meet this Teacher Shen!"

Mr. Liang spoke immediately, and his expression seemed a little obvious pleasure.

Pei Jinxing gently stroked the bones of his eyebrows, and the ends of his eyes were slightly unrecognizable.

Shen Zhouyi doesn’t like the openness of his relationship, so why not now...

Want to have a show in front of my grandfather?

Lu Yuran was stunned.

Mr. Liang wants to see Shen Zhouyi?

Why?

What to do?

She couldn't help but get nervous.

His face turned pale and he had a bad premonition.

She was noble and talented since childhood. She was hailed as a talented woman in Kyoto. Her greatest honor is that one day she became a disciple of Mr. Liang. Her identity will be even higher and she will be respected. However, if someone intercepted her, it will be—

Absolutely impossible!

Lu Yuran couldn't help feeling cold on her spine.

Like a ray of light on the back.

Xu Changyan was not vague either, "It should be no problem, I'll contact you."

Pei Tianxian: How can I do a show and my sister can rest assured

Ayi: Thank God if you don't keep staring at me

It's a little late tonight, I'm a little busy, I'm asking for a vote every day, I love my wife! (Hold me and suck it)
Chapter completed!