Chuxia took An An and followed Grandpa Jiang out of the alley where the Jiang family lived, walked to the left for a distance, and turned into another alley.
She looked at the name written on the sign at the intersection of the alley and felt that the name of the alley looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.
While Chuxia was still thinking, Grandpa Jiang had already stopped in front of a house and was knocking on the door with the copper ring on the door.
Chuxia's gaze rested on the house number nailed on the wall outside the door: No. 26.
Chuxia looked at the house number for a while, opened her bag, and took out a neatly folded piece of paper. The paper was a little wrinkled because it had been in the bag for too long.
However, it did not affect Chu Xia from reading the words above. The address of Guo Lin's teacher that he had written to her before was exactly the same as her current address.
When Chu Xia brought An An to the capital, Guo Lin asked her to come and see his teacher and senior brother.
But she and Cen Huaian were picked up by Grandpa Jiang the next day, and Grandpa Jiang said he wanted to teach Cen Huaian how to play chess.
Chuxia did not go to look for Guo Lin's teacher and senior brothers again. Instead, she called Guo Lin to thank him for his kindness and told him that An An's great-grandfather was going to teach him how to play chess and he could not go to visit his teacher and senior brothers.
Guo Lin didn't mind, he just felt regretful, and asked about Cen Huaian's studies. He was very happy to learn that he was learning chess with Grandpa Jiang every week, just like he was in Liangzhou.
Chu Xia didn't expect that things would be so coincidental, or fateful. The friend that Grandpa Jiang wanted to take An An to visit might be Guo Lin's teacher.
When all kinds of thoughts were intertwined in Chuxia's mind, the vermilion door was opened, and a rough male voice with a Liangzhou accent that Chuxia was familiar with sounded behind the door.
"Who is it! Stop filming, I heard you!"
As soon as he opened the door and saw that it was Grandpa Jiang, he snorted: "It's already this late, I thought you were afraid of losing?"
Grandpa Jiang had a smile on his face, not angry at all. He pulled Cen Huaian over and said, "Yuan De, why are you still so impatient? Isn't it time yet?"
Yuande? He was indeed Guo Lin’s teacher. The name of his teacher was written on the paper—Hong Yuande.
Chuxia sighed in her heart at this moment: The world is really small, or maybe the cultural circle in Beijing is just this small.
Grandpa Jiang loved playing chess. He was very good at it, and naturally all the chess players he knew were also very good.
At this time, Chu Xia heard Hong Yuande continue Grandpa Jiang's words in a bad mood: "Who is always on time like you? Come in."
When Grandpa Jiang took Cen Huaian in, Chu Xia followed behind. She noticed that Hong Yuande's eyes fell on Cen Huaian, as if he was sizing him up.
Grandpa Jiang walked into the Hong family's house as familiarly as he knew it, sat in the living room, poured himself a cup of tea, and let Cen Huaian and Chu Xia sit wherever they wanted, as if he were at home.
Hong Yuande's eyes showed disdain: "This is my home, why don't you know how to be polite?"
The smile on Grandpa Jiang's face looked even more loving: "With our relationship, there's no need to distinguish between you and me."
Chuxia was drinking tea and saw Hong Yuande looked disgusted when he heard what Grandpa Jiang said. She almost laughed out loud.
Grandpa Jiang is indeed interesting, and his friends are also very interesting.