Chapter 24 Grandpa's Guest

The study of Wenxin Yaqin, chess, calligraphy and painting was quickly scheduled. Basically, she studied Guqin in the morning, calligraphy at noon, and Go in the afternoon for two hours. The rest of the time was reading, and the evening was a three-year junior high school course. Enriched, she feels that she is growing every day, and the feeling that she has the knowledge in her own hands, as if she has mastered her own future, makes her very fascinated, and she learns more and more attentively.

Wen Xinya sat under the Qionghua tree and read the chess manual. The afternoon sun passed through the Qionghua flowers and fell on her body in small pieces. The breeze was blowing, and the light was like a beating elf.

Suddenly, four words come to mind in people's minds: The years are quiet!

"Xinya!" Old Man Mo called to her in a low voice.

Wen Xinya raised her head blankly, "What's the matter, Grandpa?"

Mr. Mo introduced to her, "This is Si Yiyan, my guest. He will stay at Mo's house for a while. He has studied with me for a few years, and he is half my student."

Wen Xinya discovered the man standing next to her grandfather. He was about twenty years old, tall and handsome, about 1.83 meters tall, and Xiu Jun's figure was bathed in the warm yellow sun. Breath-holding peerless Qingzhuo, the long eyebrows extend toward the horns, the branches that seem to be stretched out are elegant but hard to hide the arrogance, the slightly squinted eyes appear more narrow and beautiful, seeming to focus on the heat of the sun, with a lingering look. The scorching heat that people dare not look directly at is enough to burn millions of enchanting and magnificent, thin lips are slightly pursed with a clear, aura that is as hard as a jade mountain is about to collapse.

He was actually such a handsome, arrogant, cold, indifferent, cool man!

Wenxinya's pupils shrank, she didn't open her eyes and extended her hand to him: "Hello Mr. Si, I'm Wenxinya, please give me more advice in the future."

He said so, but Wenxinya was unwilling to provoke him. The aura of this man was too strong, giving her an inexplicable danger, as if something was going out of her control and heading in an unpredictable direction little by little. Development, she didn't like this feeling very much.

Si Yiyan, she tried hard to search the memory of the previous life, and determined that the name did not appear in her memory in the previous life, so she took an attitude of keeping a distance from this unknown person.

With a playful smile on his lips, Si Yiyan stretched out his hand to hold the warm and elegant hand: "Hello, Miss Wen, fame is worse than seeing it."

She was wearing a light pink long dress, and the long skirt stretched out a piece of tangled peach blossoms.

Wenxinya frowned slightly, why did the words 'Miss Wen' come out of his mouth, and there was an inexplicable playfulness, was it her illusion? His tone was as if he knew her.

"Xinya, Yiyan is very good at calligraphy and Go. You can ask him if you don't understand anything." Mr. Mo frowned slightly and looked at the two people who were walking in front of him. There was a kind of him. An unstoppable aura.

Wenxinya nodded: "I see, Grandpa!"

Even ignoring him like this, Si Yiyan's eyes flashed with a faint coldness.

Wen Wenya glanced at Si Yiyan from the corner of his eye, his slightly raised eyebrows were surprisingly sharp, and his thin lips implied sharpness. There is an air of looking down on the world.

Wen Wenya frowned, such a character has only been seen in two lifetimes, is he really only half of Grandpa's student?

Such a character is considered to be controlling the existence of a party in any case, why would he come to live in the grandfather's house? What is his purpose?

Mr. Mo seemed to feel his granddaughter's indifference and alienation towards Si Yiyan and said quickly: "Xinya, I'm going to Nancheng tomorrow to attend an exchange meeting, and I'm going to stay there for seven days. When I'm away, you must not Be lazy, I'll check your homework when I get back."

Wen Xinya took her grandfather's arm and asked, "You're going to Nancheng to attend the exchange meeting. Why haven't I heard of you before, and it's been a week since you've been there. I'll definitely miss you."

Mr. Mo was so fooled by Wenxinya that he even forgot Si Yiyan next to him: "Before I was worried that there would be no one to guide you in the study of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so I didn't plan to go, but fortunately Yiyan came over. Now, I am very relieved to entrust you to him to guide me."

Wenxinya glanced at Si Yiyan angrily: "Grandpa, look, it's better for you to teach me personally and feel at ease, right?"

Si Yiyan felt numb from her slightly resentful eyes, and frowned slightly as she looked at him with a respectful distance: "This time, the Nancheng exchange meeting was attended by people who are highly respected in the literary world. Characters and literati are mostly high-minded, and there are few times when they gather together, so this exchange meeting is of great significance, and the old man naturally cannot miss it.

Mr. Mo smiled and said, "Yi Yan is right. It's rare for a few old guys to get together, so of course I can't be absent. You stay at home and wait for me to come back and bring you gifts."

Wen Wenya's face was full of black lines, and she actually coaxed her as a child, but she was still in front of outsiders.

Si Yiyan looked at Wen Xinya eating turtle, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Don't worry, with me by your side, you won't be lonely."

Wen Xinya felt that what she said was wrong and ambiguous. She tilted her head to look at her grandfather, but saw that he didn't seem to hear it. Could it be that she was the only one with a problem with her ears: "Uncle, the word loneliness is used in It doesn't fit me well."

"Uncle is calling me, huh?" Si Yiyan squinted slightly, his eyes long and beautiful, with a faint chill.

The word "um" has a tactful twist, but it is filled with deep danger and coldness.

"Is there? Is there anyone here who matches the age of the uncle?" Wen Xinya looked left and right, but didn't look at Si Yiyan, thinking that she had used such a tone to speak to Wen in the San Jolan brand store in Mingzhu Shopping Mall before. Yuya had spoken, and at that time, she wished she could stretch out her hand to grab Wen Yuya's neck, to see her struggling desperately in her palm.

She looked left and right about his guilty conscience, with wisdom and agility, making his chest swell slightly, with a little satisfaction: "Don't think that if you don't admit it, I don't know that you are calling me me. ."

Wen Xinya smiled and said, "It's a good habit to be seated in the right number, remember to keep it!"

After speaking, she felt guilty for a while, and Wenxinya deliberately calmed down: "Grandpa, I haven't finished reading my chess repertoire, you continue to chat, I'll go first."

After he finished speaking, he slipped away from Mr. Mo's side.

"This kid likes to joke sometimes, don't mind!" Old Man Mo said with a smile, but in his heart he thought that Xinya and Si Yiyan would stand together, and the whole thing would become a little boy. He was not like an uncle.

Si Yiyan looked at the scorching figure that was drifting away, like Qionghua Yushu with a thousand splendours, there was a kind of beauty that took his breath away.

Seemingly calm and rational, in fact, there is a kind of reckless madness in his bones, and he still carries the rogue and ruthlessness that he used to be when he was on the street. Such contradictory characteristics are not abrupt in this Miss Wen, even he Doubt that Miss Wen can control these characteristics perfectly, this Miss Wen family is indeed a little different.