Chapter 2034 Fanwai 22: Full Moon Ceremony

Grandpa and Jinyu just left when grandpa came over.

Wenxinya also hadn't seen her grandpa for a while, so she rushed out happily and held her grandpa's arm coquettishly: "Grandpa, you won't come to see me during this time, I miss you so much."

Over the years, my grandfather's body has been healthy, and the wind and frost of the years have eroded his face, but his clean bones have never been bent.

This is her grandfather.

She loves, admires, adores, and respects her grandfather.

Mr. Mo's pale face softened: "Come and see Jing Xing, and by the way, see how my Yuezi's body is recovering."

She is married and a mother for the first time, but her adoring eyes, her coquettish demeanor, and her hateful words are exactly the same as before.

He seemed to think back to that little girl who had first returned to the Wen family and was not tolerated by the Wen family and sought refuge from him. She has changed a lot over the years, her tender appearance has transformed into maturity, her eyebrows are unruly, Shen Lian is tactful, There was a hint of anger in his eyes, clear and gleaming.

The only constant is her tenacity.

Wenxinya's mouth twitched, her phoenix eyes widened, and she said angrily, "So my grandfather just stopped by to see me..."

Since Xiao Jingxing was born, her status has plummeted.

The little friends who open their mouths and shut their mouths are Xiaojingxing.

In order to be able to see Xiao Jingxing often, Grandpa ran here almost every other way.

Every time my grandfather called, he had to ask how Xiao Jingxing was doing?

The differential treatment before and after pregnancy caused Wenxinya to create a huge psychological gap uncontrollably. Fortunately, the charm of that stinky boy was not really released indiscriminately. At least Si Yiyan was immune to him, otherwise she really wanted to Hit Xiao Jingxing a little ass.

A faint smile flashed across Old Man Mo's eyes, and he lightly rubbed the top of her hair: "How old are you, you are not too embarrassed to eat Jing Xing's vinegar."

He hadn't seen Jing Xing for several days, he did miss him a little.

This great-grandson has a quiet temperament, but is quite lovable, which always made him think that when Yunyao was just born, he regretted not being able to see Xinya's birth with his own eyes, nor was he able to personally participate in Xinya's growth. Xinya suffered a lot from living abroad, and after returning to Wen's house, she paid so much to get to where she is today.

Maybe it was because of regret in his heart, maybe because of empathy, he always wanted to pay more attention to Jing Xing, 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 your granddaughter. Grandpa, if you don't have Jing Xing, you don't like me anymore."

Grandpa was indifferent, but he was very concerned about Jing Xing, which made her very tasteful.

The old man Mo was a little dumbfounded: "Having a taste with your own son, you are still so righteous, and you are really promising."

Before, she also complained to him that Si Jiu didn't hold her son, and that Si Jiu's words were black belly and small eyes.

Now, it was his turn.

Sure enough, they are not a family. If they don't enter a family, this couple is clearly half a catty.

Wen Xinya shook her grandfather's arm and acted like a spoiled child: "I don't want to compete with the furry child, I'm clearly defending my sovereignty."

Although Jing Xing's surname was Mo, in terms of blood, she was the closest person to her grandfather.

"You're talking nonsense again." Old Man Mo laughed and laughed, and suddenly didn't want to pay attention to her unreasonable troubles.

Wen Xinya is persistent: "Grandpa, okay okay!"

Mr. Mo was annoyed by her, so he had to say: "Come on, don't be rude in front of me, you are already a mother, and you are still like a child."

Although it is a tone of reproach, it is full of love.

Wen Xinya sticks out her tongue naughty towards her grandfather.

The two went to see Jing Xing together.

The nurse just coaxed Xiao Jing Xing to fall asleep, her fat little face was flushed, it was a kind of naive and cute attitude, besides being quiet, Mr. Mo's weak heart was turned into cuteness, he couldn't help but hug Xiao Jing Xing in arms.

Xiao Jing Xing showed great respect to his great-grandfather. After being held in his arms by his grandfather, he woke up. Hei Lingling's big eyes stared at Old Man Mo and smiled.

The grandfather and grandson stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and the silence was better than the sound.

Xiao Jingxing was just a month old, so he couldn't speak or communicate.

And Mr. Mo simply didn't know how to communicate with such an old child.

The atmosphere is serious and solemn.

Seeing this situation, Wen Xinya couldn't help laughing: "Grandpa, Jing Xing, like when I was pregnant with him, likes to smell Lao Mo very much."

Xiao Jing Xing is very easy to lead, most of the time she is awake, she is by her side, when she is moving ink, Xiao Jing Xing can be quiet for an hour or two.

After hearing that, Old Man Mo went to the study with Jing Xing in his arms and put him in the cradle.

Wen Xinya couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering, Grandpa really doesn't get along with children, he clearly loves Jing Xing, but doing it feels very stiff.

"Grandpa, I'll grind ink for you." Wen Wenya took over the work of grinding ink, as if she wanted to go back to Wen's house and stay at Mo's house when she first came back to her home.

Mr. Mo held the Mao Mo and danced the ink. His movements were smooth, and he walked like flowing water. Soon, a high mountain appeared on the paper. With just a few strokes, he sketched it into a painting. Falling waterfalls and rapids, secluded rocks and deep valleys, the pictures are majestic and majestic, showing the "high and far" and "far-reaching" incisively and vividly.

Mr. Mo raised a pen and wrote an inscription: "The high mountains will stop, and the Jing Xing will stop!"

Wen Xinya marveled again and again: "It's ingenious and simple, the craftsmanship is clumsy, and the simplicity is the complexity. It's a return to the original and the jade. My grandfather's painting skills are really extraordinary."

I had heard before that at a famous foreign art auction, my grandfather's "First Sun in the Snow" sold for a sky-high price of 8 million.

The paintings of modern painters can be sold for such sky-high prices.

The most important thing is that the painting technique is not a special study of my grandfather, it is just a leisurely essay.

Mr. Mo said lightly, "Frame the picture, this picture will be my full moon gift to Jing Xing."

Before Jingxing's Full Moon Ceremony, he gave a unicorn paperweight. It had a good metaphor and a good idea, but he always felt unsatisfied. Today, this painting fits his mind.

Wen Wenya has some taste: "Grandpa, you've already touched the ink anyway, why don't you draw a picture and give it to me!"

Although my grandfather has a lot of pen and ink, he has not given her much. So far, she has only collected more than a dozen paintings. Grandpa's paintings are hard to find, and very few of them are circulated in the market. Family heirlooms, if future generations lose their families, one painting is enough for them to eat and wear.

Mr. Mo glanced at her lightly, then turned to look at Jing Xing.

Wen Xinya puffed her cheeks and was hit hard.