MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress-Chapter 2034 Fanwai 22: Full Moon Ceremony

As soon as grandpa and Jinyu left, grandpa came over.

Wen Xinya also did not see my grandfather for a while, happily rushed out, holding her grandfather's arm to coquettishly: "Grandpa, you do not come to see me during this time, I miss you so much."

In recent years, Grandpa's health has been strong and the wind and frost of years have eroded his face, but his body has never been bent, and his straight spine exudes a kind of Yue Yuanyuan, which is high from the cliff.

This is her grandfather.

She respects, admires, worships, and respects her grandfather.

Father Mo's pale face calmed down: "Let's take a look at Jingxing, and by the way see how my confinement is recovering."

Already married, first mother, but the admiring look, coquettish expression, gentle words, just like before.

He seemed to think of the little girl who had returned to Wen's house for the first time and was not accepted by Wen's house. She had sought asylum from him for so many years. She has changed a lot over the years. The faint radon in the eyes is clear.

The only constant is her tenacity.

With a narrow mouth, Warm and Ya glared, Fengyan said exasperatedly, "It turned out that my grandfather just came to see me by the way ..."

Since Xiao Jingxing was born, her status has plummeted.

Little friends opened their mouths and shut up to be Xiao Jingxing.

In order to see Xiao Jingxing often, the grandpa ran here almost at every turn.

Every time my grandfather calls, how about Xiao Jingxing?

The differential treatment before and after pregnancy caused warmth and elegance to produce a huge psychological gap. Fortunately, the charm of that stinky boy was not really released without discrimination. At least there was Si Yizheng's immunity to him, otherwise she really wanted Beat Xiao Jingxing for a little ass.

There was a faint smile in Mr. Mo's eyes, and he gently rubbed the top of her hair: "How old are you? You still eat Jingxing's vinegar and don't panic."

I haven't seen Jingxing for a few days, he did miss him a little.

This great-grandson is quiet, but quite flattering. It always reminds him that when Yunyao was just born, he also regretted not being able to see Xinya's birth in person and not being able to personally participate in Xinya's growth. It took Xinya a lot of hardships to go out and cause her to return to Wen's house, and it took so much to get to where she is today.

Maybe it's because of regret in his heart, maybe it's empathy. He always wants to focus more on Jingxing, pay attention to his growth, and personally participate in his growth process.

Wen Xinya shaking Grandpa's arm, coquettishly said: "No matter how big, I'm your grandson's daughter. Grandpa, you don't have Jingxing, you don't like me."

Grandpa's temperament is indifferent, but she pays great attention to Jingxing, which makes her very tasteful.

Grandpa Mo suddenly cried and laughed, "You have a good taste with your son, you are so righteous, you are really out of luck."

Before that, she also complained to him that Si Jiu didn't hold his son.

Now it's my turn.

Sure enough, they are not a family. If they don't enter the same house, the couple is obviously half-pounded.

Wen Xinya shaking her grandfather's arm and coquettishly: "I don't compete with Mao's children for taste. I clearly defend sovereignty."

Although Jingxing's surname was Mo, she was the closest person to her grandfather when it came to bloodlines.

"It's nonsense again." Father Mo laughed and laughed, and suddenly didn't want to ignore her unreasonable trouble.

Wen Xinya but unswerving: "Grandpa, alright!"

Father Mo was annoyed by her, and had to say, "Come on, I'm not a traitor in front of me, they are already mothers, and they are like a child."

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

Wen Xinya tongue out towards the grandfather.

The two went to see Jingxing together.

The nanny just coaxed Xiao Jingxing to fall asleep, and the fat little blush was flushed, besides being quiet, another kind of cuteness, Master Mo's thin heart was sprouting, could not help hugging Xiao Jingxing In the arms.

Xiao Jingxing gave his great-grandfather's face very much. After being embraced by his grandfather, he woke up. Hei Lingling's big eyes stared at Grandpa Mo and laughed.

The grandparents and grandchildren stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

Shortly after the full moon, Xiao Jingxing couldn't speak or communicate.

And Father Mo simply didn't know how to communicate with such a big child.

The atmosphere was serious and solemn.

Seeing this warmly and eagerly, she couldn't help but "snaked" and smiled: "Grandfather, Jing Xing is just like when I was pregnant with him, and I really like smelling old ink."

Xiao Jingxing is very easy to follow. Most of the time she wakes up is with her. When she moves, Xiao Jingxing can be quiet for an hour or two.

After listening, Father Mo went to the study with Jingxing and put him in the cradle.

Warm and ya could not help covering her mouth and laughing, her grandfather did not get along with the children, he obviously loved Jingxing, but it felt stiff.

"Grandpa, I'll grind ink for you." Wen Xinya took on the work of rubbing ink, as if she wanted to go back to Wen's house and go to Mo's house for a while.

Mr. Mo took Mao Mo Wu Mo, and his movements were smooth and flowing like water. Soon he was born, a few mountains on a piece of paper, sketched into a painting, with dangerous peaks, cedar cliffs, and undulating mountains. The rapids of the waterfall, the deep valley of the rock, the picture is majestic and magnificent, showing the "high and far" and "far and far" vividly.

Mr. Mo provided a pen-writing inscription: "The mountains are high, the sky is moving!"

Wen Xinya: "Daqiao is simple and simple, if the work is awkward, simple to complex, it is back to jade and true, and grandpa's painting skills are truly extraordinary."

I have heard before that at a well-known foreign art auction, a grandfather's "Xueyingchuqingtu" sold for eight million yuan.

The paintings of modern painters are almost inexhaustible.

The most important thing is that the painting technique is not a special study of the grandfather, but just a fun essay.

Father Mo said faintly: "Frame the picture, and this picture is the gift for Jingxing's full moon."

Prior to the full moon ceremony of Jingxing, he sent a unicorn paperweight, with good meaning and good intentions, but he always felt unsatisfactory. Today this painting is in his mind.

Something Wen Xinya tastes: "Grandpa, anyway, you have moved the ink, so you might as well draw a picture and give it to me!"

Although my grandfather has a lot of pens and inks, she has n’t given much to her. So far, she has only collected more than a dozen paintings. Grandpa's paintings are hard to find, and they are rarely circulated on the market. Heirloom, if future generations and grandchildren are ruined, a painting is enough for them to eat and wear.

Father Mo gave her a slight glance and turned to see Jingxing.

Wen Xinya drums were hit hard.