As soon as Grandpa and Jinyu left, Grandpa came over.
Wen Xinya hadn't seen her grandpa for a while, so she rushed out happily, holding her grandpa's arm and acting coquettishly: "Grandpa, you didn't come to see me during this period of time. I missed you so much."
My grandfather has been in good health over the years, and the vicissitudes of life have eroded his appearance, but his strong bones have never been bent. His straight back exudes an air of majestic and unyieldingness.
This is her grandfather.
She loved, admired, adored and respected her grandfather.
Mr. Mo's indifferent expression softened: "Come and see Jingxing, and by the way, see how my body is recovering from the confinement."
She is already married and a new mother, but her admiring eyes, coquettish demeanor, and gentle words are exactly the same as before.
He seemed to think of the little girl who had just returned to the Wen family, was not accepted by the family, and sought shelter from him. She had changed a lot over the years. Her childish face had transformed into maturity, the arrogance between her eyebrows had become restrained and gentle, and the hint of hostility in her eyes was clear and sparkling.
The only thing that remains unchanged is her tenacity.
Wen Xinya pouted, her eyes widened, and she said angrily, "So grandpa just came to see me..."
Ever since Xiao Jingxing was born, her status has plummeted.
All the friends talk about is Xiao Jingxing.
In order to see Xiao Jingxing often, grandpa would run here almost every other day.
Every time grandpa calls, he asks how Xiao Jingxing is doing.
The different treatment before and after pregnancy made Wen Xinya unable to suppress the huge psychological gap. Fortunately, the charm of that bad boy was not really released indiscriminately. At least Si Yiyan was immune to him, otherwise she really wanted to spank Xiao Jingxing.
A faint smile flashed across Mr. Mo's eyes, and he gently rubbed her hair: "How old are you? You are still jealous of Jingxing, and you are not ashamed."
He hadn't seen Jingxing for several days and he really missed him a little.
This great-grandson was quiet but very likable. He couldn't help but think of the time when Yun Yao was just born. He regretted that he didn't get to see Xinya's birth or participate in her growth, which caused Xinya to suffer a lot while wandering outside. As a result, she paid so much after returning to the Wen family to get to where she is today.
Perhaps because of the regret in his heart, or perhaps because of empathy, he always wanted to focus more on Jingxing, pay attention to his growth, and personally participate in his growth process.
Wen Xinya shook her grandfather's arm and said coquettishly, "No matter how old I am, I am still your granddaughter. Grandpa, you are not allowed to dislike me just because Jingxing is born."
Although her grandfather had an indifferent personality, he was extremely concerned about Jingxing, which made her feel jealous.
Mr. Mo was a little amused and said, "You are so confident about being jealous of your own son. You are really a promising person."
Before, she had complained to him about Si Jiu not hugging her son, and her words revealed that Si Jiu was dark and petty.
Now, it's my turn.
It is true that if they are not from the same family, they will not enter the same house. This couple are obviously the same.
Wen Xinya shook her grandfather's arm and acted like a spoiled child: "I'm not trying to compete with a little kid for favors. I'm just defending my sovereignty."
Although Jingxing's surname is Mo, in terms of blood, she is the person closest to my grandfather.
"You're talking nonsense again." Mr. Mo was both amused and confused, and immediately didn't want to pay any attention to her unreasonable behavior.
Wen Xinya was unyielding: "Grandpa, please, please!"
Old Master Mo was annoyed by her pestering him, so he had to say, "Come on, stop being so cute in front of me. You're already a mother, but you're still acting like a child."
Although it was a reproachful tone, it was full of love.
Wen Xinya stuck out her tongue mischievously at her grandfather.
The two of them went to see Jingxing together.
The nanny had just coaxed little Jingxing to sleep. His chubby little face was rosy, showing another kind of naive cuteness besides his calmness. Mr. Mo's indifferent heart was melted by it, and he couldn't help but hold little Jingxing in his arms.
Little Jingxing gave face to his great-grandfather. After being held in his grandfather's arms, he woke up. His big, dark eyes were shining and he stared at Grandpa Mo and smiled.
The grandparents and grandchildren stared at each other, their silence was louder than words.
Little Jingxing is just one month old and can’t speak or communicate.
And Mr. Mo simply didn't know how to communicate with a child of that age.
The atmosphere was serious and solemn.
Wen Xinya couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw this: "Grandpa, Jingxing likes the smell of old Mo just like when I was pregnant with him."
Little Jingxing is very easy to take care of. He stays by her side most of the time when he is awake. When she is busy, little Jingxing can stay quiet for an hour or two.
After hearing this, Mr. Mo carried Jingxing to the study and put him in the cradle.
Wen Xinya couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. It turned out that her grandfather didn't know how to get along with children. He obviously doted on Jingxing, but it felt so stiff when he did it.
"Grandpa, let me grind the ink for you." Wen Xinya took over the task of grinding the ink, as if she recalled the scene when she first returned to the Wen family and stayed at the Mo family for a while, when her grandfather was writing and she was grinding the ink for him.
Grandpa Mo held the inkstone and danced with the ink with smooth movements, like flowing water. Soon, a towering mountain appeared on the rice paper. With just a few strokes, he sketched the picture, with towering peaks, snow-capped pines on the cliffs, undulating mountains, waterfalls, secluded rocks and deep valleys. The picture was majestic and magnificent, showing the "loftiness" and "profundity" to the fullest.
Mr. Mo picked up his pen and wrote: "Look up to the lofty mountains, and follow the example of the beautiful people!"
Wen Xinya was amazed again and again: "Great ingenuity is as simple as it is simple, great workmanship is as clumsy as it is simple, and it is like returning to the original nature. Grandpa's painting skills are really extraordinary."
I had heard before that at a famous foreign art auction, my grandfather's painting "Snowy Day After Sunny Day" was sold at a sky-high price of eight million yuan.
There are only a handful of paintings by modern painters that can be sold at such a high price.
The most important thing is that painting is not something my grandfather specializes in, it is just something he does for fun in his spare time.
Mr. Mo said calmly: "Frame the painting. Consider this painting as my full-moon gift to Jingxing."
As Jingxing’s previous full-month gift, he had given her a unicorn paperweight. The implication and intention were good, but he just didn’t feel satisfied with it. Today’s painting was exactly what he wanted.
Wen Xinya was a little jealous: "Grandpa, since you have already started painting, why don't you draw a picture for me?"
Although my grandfather had a lot of paintings, he didn't give her many of them. So far, she has only collected a dozen or so. My grandfather's paintings are priceless and very few are circulating in the market. These dozen or so paintings can be regarded as heirlooms. If his descendants go bankrupt, one painting will be enough for them to have food and clothing.
Mr. Mo glanced at her indifferently and turned to look at Jingxing.
Wen Xinya puffed up her cheeks, shocked.