Jian Qing looked at Yang Lin and Yang Xiang meaningfully. Yang Lin is much more interesting than Yang Xiang, at least not as stupid as it is!

Uncle Qiu raised his hand and made a call, "Miss Qing, let's go."

When Jian Qing and Qiu Bo walked away, Yang Lin's face changed instantly, and her eyes were ruthless. Jian Qing, I see how long you can be proud.

Yang Xiang shook Yang Lin's hand away, looked dissatisfied, and complained, "Sister, why did you let her leave so easily? She went to see her great-grandfather."

Yang Lin glanced at her with a look of regret, "What do you want to do? Haven't you heard what Qiu Bo said just now? Jian Qing was invited by his great-grandfather. Do you dare to drive her away?"

In this old house, the great-grandfather is the one who is in charge of the family. Even the grandfather does not have the power or courage to drive people away, let alone them.

"I... but who knows whether Jian Qing will say bad things about us in front of her great-grandfather? You are not unaware that my great-grandfather is biased towards her." Yang Xiang's voice became weaker, and he was unwilling to accept it.

Yang Lin snorted coldly, "You, can you control your own emotions? If this continues, one day you will harm yourself."

"Okay, I understand." Yang Xiang murmured.

"It's good that you know. I don't know if Qiu Bo will tell his great-grandfather what you said just now. I'll tell you again. Don't take the initiative to trouble Jian Qing, at least you can't be seen." Yang Lin reminded him worriedly.

"Yeah." Yang Xiang nodded obediently.

...

When Mr. An was so excited that he couldn't sit still, he ran to the garden pavilion early to wait.

The tea fragrance overflowed on the table in the pavilion, and the boiling water was filled with mist. The tea sets were already arranged, but the tea leaves were still not moving.

Old Master An rubbed his hands tightly, looking forward to it, not at all like the seriousness of being in front of outsiders without anger.

From a distance, when I saw the figure following Qiu Bo, Old Master An was excited and couldn't sit still and stood up.

"Qing girl!"

The anxious voice drifted into Jian Qing's ears.

Qiu Bo smiled and said to Jian Qing, "Master hasn't been so happy for a long time."

Jian Qing said nothing, and her eyes fell on the smiling old man.

Old Master An couldn't wait and walked slowly down the pavilion. He was old and his legs were a little tired.

Looking at the old man walking towards her, Jian Qing felt a soreness and complicated heart, and his steps were a little faster.

"Slow down." Jian Qing reached out to support Old Master An's hand and said lightly.

Old Master An was stunned for a moment, looked down at the slender and jade-like hand, and the tiger's eyes became astringent, and the water mist blurred his vision.

The corners of his mouth were unconsciously raised, and the folds on Old Master An's face were folded several layers, and he was full of energy.

Qiu Bo looked at the backs of the two old and young people, and a hint of relief flashed in his heart.

Holding Old Master An, Jian Qing sat down opposite him, turned off the boiling kettle and started making tea.

Old Master An didn't say anything, and looked at the person opposite him with a smile lovingly.

Warm the pot, place the tea, moisten the tea, wake up the tea, brew, serve the tea, and move the flowing water, making people feel pleasing to the eye when they see it.

Old Master An saw it and stroked his gray beard, "Do you often make tea on weekdays?"

This kind of tea making technique will never be able to be practiced in a few years, and no junior at home can have the skills to make tea.

"Yes." Jian Qing replied lightly.

Her grandfather Heytea is influenced by her daily experiences, so she is interested in it, so she learned a little.

The tea in the cup was seventy-fourthful. Jian Qing put down the teapot and handed the tea to Old Master An, "Try it!"

The faint fragrance of tea pounced on his nose, and Old Master An held up the teacup, and the tender yellow leaves were slightly raised, like a floating boat.

After taking a sip, Old Master An's eyes lit up and he blew into his stomach. "It's delicious."

This is better than what the tea master cooks.

Jian Qing sipped tea lightly and just smiled lightly when she praised Mr. An.

People have seen it and drink tea, so it’s all the way to the topic.

Putting down the teacup, Jian Qing looked at Old Master An and said, "Why didn't Old Master An come to me for tea today, right?"

The original good mood broke and disappeared instantly because of this sentence "Old Master An". Old Master An's face was covered with sadness, and his voice was hoarse, "Do you girl have to call me like this?"

It's been seventeen years, is she just hating him so much?

Don’t you even say "Grandpa" is willing to shout it?

Jian Qing still smiled and asked slowly, "Is this wrong?"

"You obviously used to call me great-grandfather." The resentful little eyes kept aiming at Jian Qing, and the expression on Old Master An's face could be called grievance.

Jian Qing's eyes narrowed, his eyes were misty, and he fell into memories.

"Grandpa, your beard looks like Santa Claus. Will you give Nuoer a gift?"

"Of course, my great-grandfather will satisfy you whatever my little Noor wants."

"Great grandpa, mommy won't give me ice cream recently, Nuoer wants to eat it very much."

"Oh, my little heart, great-grandfather will take you there, let's secretly."

"Yeah, great grandfather is the best, Nuoer loves great grandfather the most."

The conversation between the old man and the girl was still vaguely echoing in his ears. The old man's doting smile in his mind originally thought he had forgotten it, but he never thought it was still so clear.

"Qing girl, Qing girl..."

Old Master An's urgent voice made Jian Qing come to his senses. The smile of the old man in his mind overlapped with the person in front of him. It seemed that everything had not changed, but in fact it could not go back.

"What's wrong with you?" Old Master An asked worriedly when he thought Jian Qing was feeling uncomfortable.

"It's okay." Jian Qing said.

Old Master An sighed softly in his heart, but still couldn't help asking, "Girl Qing, Ye'er... How are your brother? How are you doing over the years?"

Jian Qing's eyes were calm and she spoke indifferently, "Annuo and An Ye had died seventeen years ago, and now only Jian Qing and Jian Luo are there."

Old Master An felt aching in his heart, and his big callous hand tightly clenched, "Girl Qing, can I see him?"

He dared not ask for forgiveness from both their siblings, but for the few days he had left, he wanted to meet another child he owed.
Chapter completed!