Hearing his grandson's sensible words, Qin Shuhua felt even more reluctant to let him go.
Holding the phone, her eyes slightly warmed, she said, "Then you must study hard, grandma is waiting for you."
Li Jianqian is very sensible.
But precisely because of this, Qin Shuhua felt a sense of distance from this child.
This child doesn't look like a child at all.
After exchanging a few more pleasantries with the child, Qin Shuhua hung up the phone.
Li Jianyue and Li Mosen both went back to Yuxiu. After Qin Shuhua hung up the phone, he was bored, so he stretched his muscles and took a walk around.
When I walked into the backyard, the old man was in the pavilion.
From a distance, the figure that was originally as straight as a javelin seemed to have become somewhat hunched at some point.
His thick hair has turned completely white and his face is covered with wrinkles.
As he gets older, his once majestic figure is now covered with the vicissitudes of time.
As if sensing Qin Shuhua's arrival, Li Xun raised his eyes and looked over.
A pair of old eyes, covered with a layer of white haze, turbid yet full of wisdom that is difficult to comprehend.
Seeing Qin Shuhua, Li Xun smiled lightly, waved at her and said, "Come here."
Decades have passed, but Qin Shuhua always feels an indescribable sense of nervousness whenever he sees Li Xun.
This feeling has existed since the beginning of my marriage to Li Yao until now.
Seeing Li Xun waving at him at this moment, Qin Shuhua straightened his back unconsciously and walked towards the pavilion.
The stone table inside the pavilion is covered with high-quality rice paper.
On the table, there is paper, pen, ink and inkstone.
The old man held a brush in his dry hands and wrote on the paper in a flamboyant manner.
However, it is obvious that the writing skills are far inferior to before.
"dad."
"I remember your handwriting is very good. Please write a few words for me." Li Xun handed the brush to Qin Shuhua and said, "I am old and can't even write anymore."
"That's all nonsense. It's great." Qin Shuhua took the brush and said, "Who can write such good characters nowadays?"
The old man wrote a sentence: My strength is as great as that of a mountain and my courage is as unmatched as that of the world.
But only five words were written, and the two words "Gei Shi" at the end were left blank.
Qin Shuhua bent down and started writing.
The old man looked at her brush through his cloudy glasses and laughed, "Thank you for your hard work over the years."
Qin Shuhua paused while writing, then looked up at Li Xun.
The old man seemed not to notice that she was looking at him. His eyes never wandered as he said, "Li Yao doesn't like to be in charge of things. He finds it troublesome. He needs someone to worry about all matters, big or small."
"Although you are a woman, you can make the right decisions on many things at home."
The old man spoke with great sincerity.
"The children have all grown up and have their own families. I was originally most worried about Beixing, but I didn't expect that Beixing has also started a family, and then it will be Jinnan."
The old man looked at Qin Shuhua, his eyes were full of smiles, but they curved slightly: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. No matter what kind of girl Jin Nan finds, we, as elders, should not interfere too much. Whoever he chooses, Jin Nan naturally has his own plans."
"dad… "
"I don't have much time left, Shuhua." The old man looked into the distance, his voice old and slow, "From now on... the family will depend on you. When I'm gone, I hope the family can be like it is now, peaceful and quiet..."
(End of this chapter)