Xu Mengfei's answer made the old man write a lesson, but it was just a few times and continued to write.

"Do you think your parents, including me, will feel at ease to let you go to Beijing alone? What kind of relationship do you think should be judged by the relationship between you and that boy?"

The old man's tone was very calm and without any reproach. Moreover, a high-ranking figure like him and a large number of people in the province are willing to talk to his seventeen-year-old granddaughter about her feelings. It can be seen that he is absolutely not rigid, conservative, or feudal.

"As the daughter of the Xu family, I know what to do and what not to do. I also know what reserved, self-discipline and shame means. I am seventeen years old this year. I also know how to protect myself. As for the matter between me and Tang Ning... Grandpa, I don't know what kind of relationship should be judged by now. If it is love, it is too immature and not mature, and I don't know if we all grow up, our horizons and our personality will be broader, and whether this relationship will deteriorate and will stand the test. But I want to gamble once."

Xu Mengfei's crisp and pleasant voice echoed in the study. Although the words are shallow and the meaning is simple and clear, what shakes is the heart of a person. The heart of an old man and the heart of a girl.

The old man paused his pen again, and this time he left a drop of ink that was so big that it was quickly stained on the rice paper. This character was considered ruined. But the old man had no intention of stopping writing, so he continued to write.

"What if you lose the bet?"

"I don't regret it, but since I've been betting, of course there will be a win or lose. Although no one can guarantee that the person who wins in the end will be me, no one can be sure that I must be the loser."

The old man didn't speak anymore, just like he didn't hear Xu Mengfei talking or felt her persistence and determination.

It was not until the font was covered with the whole piece of rice paper and the words were written. I stopped writing. I put the wolf brush on the cloisonné porcelain pen holder. I took two steps back and watched my masterpiece that had just been completed and still scattered with the fragrance of ink.

"Look at how Grandpa's words are written?"

Xu Mengfei came from a family of officials and was cultivated in all aspects since he was a child. The art of calligraphy and painting is naturally also in it. Although it is not profound, there is still the minimum ability to distinguish good and bad. He walked forward, stopped at the front of the whole work, looked carefully for a moment, and said: "Wang Xizhi's running script is characterized by the changes in brushstrokes and structures, especially the connection of spirit rather than formal connections, which is the so-called "the appearance is broken and the connection is still connected". In one stroke, changes are ups and downs at the peak. Within a point, there are special differences and slumps. And grandpa, your words are already very similar in this artistic conception. In general, this is a good character."

“No flaws?”

Xu Mengfei blinked his clear eyes and looked at the whole work carefully again. Except for the ink dot that accidentally dripped up, the whole work really had no flaws. "Apart from that ink dot, everything else is really good."

"I'm talking about that ink dot. Feifei, grandpa tells you that a person's life is like this one. Small flaws can exist, but they cannot affect the entire layout. Because in that way, flaws become stains, which are stains that cannot be washed away in a lifetime. The difference between men and women is that men make mistakes and have many opportunities to correct mistakes. But women cannot do it. If one step is wrong, it may affect the whole life. And there is no chance of regret. In this way, do you still want to bet?"

Only then did Xu Mengfei understand what his grandfather meant, bit his lip and looked at the work in front of him that was abandoned because of a drop of ink.

She fell into hesitation for a moment. The reality couldn't help but be inconsistent. After all, she was still young, only seventeen years old, and her life had not really begun. The door to the future had not really opened to her. She was not unbelieving Tang Ning, nor did she not believe in herself. However, many things could end well because of each other. Tang Ning was not an ordinary person. He had killed someone in front of him. Following him was equivalent to stepping into his life. He had to have the courage and mind to take on everything he could not imagine before.

But was she ready for these aspects? What if she couldn't stand it and regretted it?

She just had a simple favor or love for Tang Ning? She couldn't figure it out now. When she heard the news that Tang Ning's life was in danger, she was not as good as death at that moment. The heart-wrenching pain was still unforgettable. She should not have that kind of experience, and she should not have that kind of worry anymore. She was really scared.

The old man looked at his granddaughter's exquisite and beautiful face and sighed, "I'll give you an afternoon to think clearly and give my grandfather the answer before dinner. No matter what kind of result is, my grandfather will support you. Children, you will grasp your own path and your destiny will also be in your own hands. The good and bad in the future depend on your own decisions. When you are confused, ask yourself your heart."

After the old man finished speaking, he walked out of the study room and quietly brought it to the door.

At Monkey's house, Da Zhuang and Shi Tou gathered here early and had lunch. The things the three of them had already packed in boxes. Because Monkey's place is closest to the station, when he left at night, he didn't need to take a taxi and walked there directly, and it was arrived in a few minutes.

"Dazhuang, Brother Shitou, do you think we should call the top squad leader? Let's go first and throw her down, right?"

Shi Tou gave him a blank look and said contemptuously: "Have you been so stuck with the Zhang girl these two days? I honestly explain that, which one of the two positions in the upper and lower areas has been broken?"

"Get out, Master Monkey is not as dirty as you think. Our love is pure." The monkey said with a sacred face.

"Bad! When kissing Zhang Xiaoniu's tender mouth and rubbing the pair of pigeons on her chest, do you dare say you are not hard?"

The monkey's face turned red and he said anxiously: "Do you care if I'm hard or not? Get out of here, you'll be fucked and don't bother to pay attention to you."

"Tsk, your face is blushing and your neck is thick. You look like a breeding pig. Hehe, monkey, you and Xiaoniu Zhang must have done nothing good."

Monkey was too lazy to pay attention to this dullness, so he turned to ask Dazhuang what he meant. "Why would you better call the top squad leader. If you just don't let go, I always feel that it's not a big deal."

"The chief squad leader went to the provincial capital. He left the night before yesterday. If she wanted to leave, she would leave directly from the provincial capital." Da Zhuang stared at the program introducing the American Delta Force on the TV and said casually.

"I'm dizzy, such important news. Why don't I know?"

"You have been busy these two days but you can't find anyone, so where can you notify you?"

"Then are we leaving tonight?"
Chapter completed!