Feng Zhongliang was still praising Pei Yi, and Jiang Se also understood why Pei Yi was reluctant to talk to her about the exercise.
Such exercises were dangerous. No wonder Mr. Pei called and reprimanded him at the mall that day.
Feng Zhongliang said, "Fortune and honor are achieved through risk," but she was more concerned about his safety and was somewhat worried about him.
She remained silent. When Xiao Liu came back, she said Aunt Wang had prepared dinner. She washed her hands and wiped the water stains with a handkerchief, her movements serious and careful. Finally, she took out hand cream from her bag and applied it.
Xia Chaoqun attached great importance to every inch of her skin. He repeatedly reminded her of the details of daily life, paying more attention to it than she herself did. Over time, this became a habit.
"Why don't you speak?"
Although she came here temporarily and for a short time, the Feng family had a special chef who still prepared four dishes and a soup.
Every dish was very exquisite, but the portions were not large. Feng Zhongliang had already had dinner, but in order to avoid embarrassing her, he still asked the servants to set the table and sit with her.
"I'm just a little worried, Grandpa. Do you think this exercise is too dangerous?"
She held the chopsticks and asked, and Feng Zhongliang shook his head:
"Nothing is easy in life. Just like I have several sons. They are not very successful, but they still want to fight for power and profit in the company. I am afraid of being at a disadvantage."
When he said this, he smiled slightly, and Jiang Se felt even more uncomfortable.
Feng Zhongliang would never have mentioned these things to her before she was reborn. After her rebirth, perhaps because of the change in her attitude, she felt that her grandfather was not as serious and unapproachable as she had imagined. Behind his aloof and serious appearance, he was just an old man who lived alone and was a little afraid of loneliness.
Her eyes were wide open, gentle and pure, she said nothing, and her eye sockets were slightly red.
"Silly child." Feng Zhongliang looked at her like this, pursed his lips, smiled, and his eyes softened:
"Ayi is not a child. He knows what to do and what to do. He should bear the consequences of any decision he makes."
I don’t know if it was Jiang Se’s gaze that touched Feng Zhongliang, he asked Wang Ma to pour him some wine.
There are all kinds of health-preserving liquors at home, but the older Feng Zhongliang gets, the more restrained he becomes and he rarely touches the drinks. Today must be one of the rare days when he is in a good mood.
The wine was red in color and had a medicinal aroma. He pointed at the wine glass:
"The old ginseng here was dug by me in Changbai Mountain..."
When he joined the revolutionary army in his early years, he worked in Changbai Mountain.
"I had just gotten married that year when the invading army blew up a railway track in Huaji Province, falsely claiming to have been attacked, and captured Huaji." Huaji was subsequently occupied, which was the first shot fired in the Japanese invasion of China, and the war was about to break out.
The young Feng Zhongliang felt obliged to join the army, bid farewell to his wife and rushed to Huaji.
"The conditions were tough back then, with invading troops everywhere, so we could only operate underground." He talked eloquently, his face flushed with excitement:
"Once I was besieged in Changbai Mountain for several days and nights. I had no dry food to eat, so I just dug wild vegetables to chew. I didn't dare to make a fire for fear of being discovered and leaving traces." Under such circumstances, he dug up two ginseng plants, but was reluctant to eat them.
Probably because he was drunk and the atmosphere was so good, he blurted out:
"Your grandma is not in good health. I have always wanted to take this thing back to have her checked. I have asked the doctor how to treat her and replenish her body."
He didn't realize what he said, but he could hear Jiang Se's heart beating fast.
"And what happened next?"
Although she knew that what happened back then was in the past, she was still worried about him when she heard Feng Zhongliang mention these old events.
He smiled and looked at the anxiety on Jiang Se's face. This face was obviously different from Feng Nan's. The appearance was different, the age was different, and the name was different. But in a trance, he always felt like his granddaughter Feng Nan was sitting in front of him, listening to him talk about the past.
Feng Zhongliang shook his head and saw that she was holding the chopsticks and didn't even eat the rice in front of her. He couldn't help but frown and said:
"Talk while you eat! The food is getting cold."
She agreed and lowered her head to eat again, but her eyes were still fixed on him. Feng Zhongliang laughed at her expression:
"Later, I was lucky enough to survive." He slapped his legs twice, "I also brought this ginseng back. I originally wanted to give it to your grandmother, but she couldn't bear to give it to me, so she secretly took it to make wine for me."
In the past, Feng Zhongliang never said these words to the younger generation, so Jiang Se never knew that grandpa and grandma had such a good relationship when they were young.
No wonder Mrs. Feng died early, but Feng Zhongliang never had any intention of remarrying.
Many Hong Kong tycoons take concubines, but he has never had such an idea. He is also very upright when doing business and has never been involved in any gossip.
Jiang Se couldn't help but envy the couple's mutual support. Feng Zhongliang didn't talk about love and affection like the young people, but the sincere feelings between the couple were revealed between the lines of his words.
He was thinking about Old Mrs. Feng, so he dug up some wild ginseng and was reluctant to eat it, so he brought it back from afar to nourish her body. But she was thinking about her husband, so she used the ginseng to make wine for him.
"Women are like this. They love to worry about me, afraid that I will come back from that place injured and get sick." When he said this, his eyes softened: "Just like you."
How many years has it been since he mentioned his late wife to anyone? Xiao Liu stood in the distance, watching this scene with mixed feelings.
Under the light, the grandfather and grandson chatted and laughed. Feng Zhongliang rarely mentioned things in front of his children and grandchildren, but now he was willing to tell Jiang Se: How great would it be if she was Miss Feng Nan, Feng Zhongliang's granddaughter
"By the way, I have been practicing stone carving recently, and I seem to have regained some of the feelings from my early years." Feng Zhongliang mentioned this with some joy, looking quite contented.
He had drunk quite a bit of wine and was a little tipsy. The wine had been brewing for many years and had a strong aftereffect. He even spoke with a lisp:
"Tomorrow, when you have some free time, come over and think about what to carve on the piece of Tianhuang you gave me."
"I think it would be better to carve your name on it." Jiang Se suggested. She had finished dinner and was drinking the pigeon soup that Wang Ma had served. The soup was extremely nourishing and had been cooked to perfection. Some medicinal herbs were added. After taking a sip, she felt as if her lips were covered with sticky soup:
"Don't you write and draw sometimes? It's just right for you to carve a seal. Once you're done, dip it in ink and poke it up."
"Okay!" Feng Zhongliang slapped his thigh and nodded:
"That's a good idea. What should I write?"
Jiang Se tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "How about Qin Xiaozhuan?"
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and gestured Feng Zhongliang's name on the table.
Feng Zhongliang followed her gesture and saw that she was still drawing on the table. When she got to the middle, her posture was a little off. He slapped the table with his hand:
"I wrote it wrong! I've told you so many times that the order of the word '口' is not like this. I've never remembered it since I was a child!"
In a daze, he mistook Jiang Se for Feng Nan.
Every stroke of Feng Nan's handwriting was taught by him. She had been writing neatly since she was young, but there was one thing that she could not change despite repeated teachings.
When others wrote the character "口", they would start with a vertical stroke, then a horizontal stroke, and then seal the mouth with a horizontal stroke. However, Feng Nan drew the character "0", starting with a vertical stroke and closing it from bottom to top to form a not very square mouth.
Feng Zhongliang lectured her several times about this matter, but she listened this time and did the same thing again the next time.
Jiang Se quickly withdrew his hand. Xiao Liu saw that he was angry and guessed that he was drunk, so he hurried forward to help him.
There was a cup of ginseng wine on the table, weighing about two taels, and the cup was now empty.
"Master, you are drunk."
Xiao Liu hurriedly tried to help him up, but he was still shouting:
"I'm not drunk. You see I am drunk. I know it in my heart."
Drunk people are irrational. Feng Zhongliang would never say such things under normal circumstances. He stared at Xiao Liu and flatly denied what he said. He repeatedly shook his head and said that he was not drunk. He definitely looked drunk.
Feng Zhongliang was drunk, so Jiang Se naturally couldn't stay any longer.
After helping the Feng family's servants to carry him upstairs and help him wash and lie down, Jiang Se got up and said goodbye.
Feng Zhongliang slept until three or four in the morning before waking up.
The central air-conditioning in the room blew out cold air slowly. He was covered with a blanket and his mouth was very dry.
The wine he drank at night was good wine, so his head didn't hurt much after the hangover. He got up and turned on the desk lamp. There was a thermos cup next to the bedside table. It should have been put there by Xiao Liu. It was filled with hot water, knowing that he would drink it when he woke up.
Feng Zhongliang vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if he had forgotten something important.
But what on earth was going on? He held the cup in one hand and patted his head with the other. He had just woken up and was confused. For a moment, he was in a daze and could not remember anything.
I only remember that Jiang Se came yesterday. He was in a good mood for a rare time. He poured her a glass of wine for the first time and chatted with her about those trivial things in the past.
Feng Zhongliang couldn't help laughing when he thought of this. He unscrewed the water cup and took a sip. He usually had no place to talk about these old things. His descendants didn't have the time to listen to his old stories. His sons probably just wanted to know how the shares of Zhongnan Industrial would be distributed in the future and who would take over Zhongnan Industrial.
Not to mention the grandchildren, they are all very distant from each other. Only Feng Nan is kept by his side, but he has become unrecognizable in recent years.
Fortunately, he still has a well-behaved granddaughter, Jiang Se. She is not his biological granddaughter, but she is better than his own.
But what important thing did he forget? He frowned in distress, thinking that as people get older, their memory becomes worse.
He seemed to be angry with Jiang Se for some reason, and Xiao Liu came to persuade him and made a big fuss.
But the child was always well-behaved. What had happened to make him angry? Feng Zhongliang thought for a while, until his head ached. He lifted the blanket and tried to get out of bed. The noise and lights in the room must have caught Xiao Liu's attention. He knocked on the door, and after getting Feng Zhongliang's permission to come in, he saw Xiao Liu trying to sit up, so he hurried to find slippers for him.
"You were drunk last night. Why are you up so early? Lie down for a while."
Feng Zhongliang was still thinking about what happened last night. He thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember it. He asked Xiao Liu:
"I remember, did I lose my temper last night?"
"Yes." Xiao Liu nodded, "You were chatting and laughing with Miss Jiang at first, but suddenly you got angry at her and scolded her as if she were Miss Feng Nan, saying that she had not improved her handwriting despite repeated admonitions..." (To be continued)