Chapter 55: You can only marry a wife like this if your ancestors' graves are smoking

"Lin Han, it's a good opportunity for you to go back to your room and get the gift we prepared for grandpa."

Before following her grandfather to the study, Jiang Mengyan turned around and gave Lin Han instructions.

"Well, I'll go back and get it. You go with grandpa first."

Lin Han nodded and hurried back to his room to get the gift.

Jiang Mengyan followed her grandfather into the study.

As soon as she opened the door, a strong scent of ink hit her in the face, and Jiang Mengyan couldn't help but feel refreshed.

What a Chinese-style study!
All the bookshelves in the room are made of bamboo. After years of wear and tear, they have a dark yellow glossy texture and are as warm as jade.

The window was half open, and there were two bird cages hanging outside the curtains. The starlings and thrushes inside were jumping up and down, chirping melodiously.

There is a small door on the window side of the study, which leads directly to the small pond in the backyard.

The plum tree next to it is in good shape. Although it is not in bloom, it is still lush and full of vitality.

If it happens to be the blooming season, it would really be like 'the trees beside my home's inkstone pool, every flower is in bloom, the ink is cold'.

Jiang Mengyan praised sincerely: "This is the most fresh and elegant study I have ever seen. Grandpa has good taste."

"Hehe, my granddaughter-in-law has good taste."

Grandpa Lin Han was best at writing in his life, so he was naturally very happy to be praised like this, and his beard even stood up from laughing.

"Then granddaughter-in-law, how about you take a look at this calligraphy I prepared for you two?"

Grandpa Lin chuckled, took down a scroll from the bamboo rack behind him and slowly spread it out.

At this moment, Lin Hanyu happened to come back with a gift, followed in with big strides, and asked curiously:

"What are you looking at? Let me see it too."

"Grandpa said he had written a calligraphy piece for the two of us and was just about to show it to me."

Jiang Mengyan smiled.

"My grandfather's handwriting is hard to recognize. He practices cursive script. I have never been able to recognize it since I was a child. He wanted to force me to learn calligraphy, but I'm just not cut out for it." Lin Han said with a smile.

"How dare you say that, little brat? Your father and I both practiced calligraphy, but it was you who broke it off. You really let down the Lin family."

Grandpa snorted unhappily, then turned to look at Jiang Mengyan, with a hint of expectation in his expression:
"My granddaughter-in-law, I heard from that brat that you are a professor at a university, and you also studied ancient Chinese literature. What do you think?"

"The phoenix is ​​flying, and the zither and harp are playing in harmony."

Seeing the words on the scroll, Jiang Mengyan's eyes lit up:
"It is as graceful as a dragon, as fierce as a tiger, with precise structure and undulating strokes. What a wonderful cursive script!

Especially the word "fly", the writing is as wonderful as rafters, but it has the momentum of riding the wind and breaking the waves, which requires a broad mind and magnanimity. Only such a person can write with such momentum. "

"well!"

Listening to Jiang Mengyan's comments, Grandpa Lin's eyes lit up even more:

"You are indeed an expert. I am particularly satisfied with the flying character in this calligraphy. You are worthy of being a professor. You are much better than my brat."

"Grandpa, you don't have to press me to the ground and rub me when you praise Mengyan."

Lin Han smiled bitterly.

"Who told you not to strive for excellence and learn calligraphy?"

Grandpa Lin glared at Lin Han, then looked at Jiang Mengyan again:

"You must have learned calligraphy since childhood, why don't you write a few words so we can exchange ideas?"

"In front of a person like you, it certainly doesn't count as communication. At most, it's just embarrassing."

Jiang Mengyan smiled, rolled up her sleeves and began to grind ink.

She wrote the preface to the Lanting Pavilion. "Although the style is a little immature, it is very rare for you to be able to practice the Slender Gold style to such a level at your age."

When Jiang Mengyan finished writing, Grandpa Lin stroked his beard and exclaimed:
"If my old friends knew that my family had a granddaughter-in-law like you, I'm afraid they would be so jealous that their eyes would spit fire."

"It's not as exaggerated as you say. I just wrote it casually. By the way, Lin Han and I also prepared a gift for you before we came back."

Jiang Mengyan turned around, took the gift box from Lin Han and handed it to Grandpa Lin.

Unlike the box given to Grandma Lin before, this gift box is obviously much smaller, but it is very heavy.

"Just come back and visit us two old guys more often. Why bring any gifts?"

Grandpa Lin was muttering to himself as he dismantled the things.

However, after seeing what was in the gift box, his voice stopped abruptly.

"I heard from Lin Han that you love calligraphy, so I chose this Duan inkstone and two Hui inkstones for you. I hope you can use them."

Jiang Mengyan said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter whether it is used or not. Who would be willing to use it?"

Looking at the Duan inkstone in the box and the two Hui ink sticks next to it, Grandpa Lin's eyes were almost lighting up.

Only those who are good at calligraphy know how important and precious a good inkstone and a good ink are.

Grandpa Lin carefully took the inkstone out of the box, caressing it over and over again like he was stroking his lover's face, not even daring to use a little more force.

"Hey, your grandma usually controls my pocket money very strictly. I haven't bought a good inkstone or a piece of good ink for many years. I didn't expect that it was my granddaughter-in-law who gave me such a good thing."

After talking for a long time, Grandpa finally raised his head and looked at Lin Han beside him:

"I don't know what kind of shit luck you have, or whether our Lin family's ancestors are so lucky that you can marry a good wife like Xiaoyan."

Lin Han:? ?

Why am I always the one who gets hurt?JPG

However, he also knew that although his grandparents disliked him, as the only college and graduate student in the family who attended a prestigious university, they were very proud of him.

The older generation always likes to express themselves in this way.

After receiving such a good gift, grandpa couldn't sit still at home.

He took the Lanting Preface written by Jiang Mengyan and ran happily to show off his new gift to his old friends in the village.

I really can't wait even a minute.

"Did the old man go out to show off the gift you bought him? It's so hot to hold in your hands, right?"

Looking at Grandpa Lin's figure, Grandma Lin only needed to raise her eyelids to know where he was doing.

"What you said is true. Aren't you wearing the cashmere sweater Mengyan gave you?"

Lin Han smiled.

"How can it be the same? This is a gift from my precious granddaughter-in-law. I wish I could wear it every day."

As soon as she saw Jiang Mengyan, her grandmother's face lit up with a smile. She pulled her to sit next to her affectionately and stretched out her hand:

"My goodness, look at what oil grandma put on me today. It looks so moisturizing!"

"Yes, that's right. Apply it morning and night, thickly. After a while, your chapped hands and feet will get much better."

That day, Jiang Mengyan was chatting with her grandmother. Lin Han was about to go out to see if there was anything he could do, but he didn't expect that the corner of his clothes was grabbed by a stumbling little figure:
"Brother Xiaohan, do you have time?"

Lin Han looked down and saw Lin Ruo blinking his big eyes, looking at him expectantly.

(End of this chapter)