"Brothers, get up." Wei Chuan shooed the man away without politeness and sat down next to Meng Tang.
One of the people who was kicked out said "I'm blind. Is this Brother Chuan's girlfriend?"
"No -"
"Brother Chuan, your girlfriend is also so beautiful, are you here to travel?"
"You are here to have fun," Wei Chuan responded to their enthusiasm, "But She doesn’t—"
"I'm a native of Yanqing, there's nothing interesting here."
"Brother Chuan, what did you order, I'll treat you."
"No, no, no." Wei Chuan quickly stopped, "I've already paid."
"Brother Chuan, can we take a photo with you?"
"Yes," Wei Chuan responded generously, "but the table is small, so many people can't sit down, and my friend is uncomfortable."
"Thank you, Brother Chuan, we will leave after taking a photo."
Wei Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Meng Tang and smiled.
After the group photo was taken, the boss brought the meal over and asked with a smile: "Young man, are you a star?"
"No, I'm just a student." Wei Chuan laughed, "Boss, hurry up, the pot is burnt."
The boss was fooled by him and turned to look at the pot.
Meng Tang silently speeded up his eating pace, because during the dinner just now, several tables nearby were always looking here.
Wei Chuan settled the matter in twos and twos, and left the stall with Meng Tang.
Arrived at the roadside, Meng Tang no longer felt uncomfortable being stared at.
Wei Chuan said: "I'll take you back."
Mengtang didn't like to trouble others, so he said, "It still doesn't work, I'll take a taxi myself, and you can go back to the hotel."
"It's night now, and I'm worried about you being a girl, let's go." Wei Chuan said as he took a taxi on his mobile phone.
The old man also called, Meng Tang answered the call and said, "I'm back."
After hanging up the phone, she accidentally turned to Xie Lingyin's number and said, "I don't know about Lingyin either. How is the sound?"
"You should be home by now." Wei Chuan raised his arm and looked at the time, "If you're worried, ask her before going to bed."
That's all.
When he returned home, Wei Chuan did not come in.
Meng Tang said goodbye to him and turned around to enter the courtyard.
老爷子还没睡，见到她，问了句：「那小子送你回来的？」
「嗯。」
「他家里做什么的？」
< br/> Meng Tang shook his head: "I don't know, I just know that he is quite rich."
"Do you know your family situation?"
Meng Tang responded: "Grandpa, why are you asking these questions?"
"Isn't it your classmate? Let me ask."
Is this because you are afraid that you will make friends accidentally? Meng Tang smiled and said, "I heard that I have three sisters and my aunt is a doctor."
"Three sisters?" The old man stared, "Are you favoring sons over daughters? This kind of family is not good."
Meng Tang was a little tired and really didn't have the energy to talk, so he said: "It doesn't matter to us whether you are okay or not, you should go to bed. , or if you are really curious, ask him yourself tomorrow."
"He will come tomorrow?"
"Hmm."
"Is he still here?" The old man muttered.
Meng Tang raised his eyes: "What did you say?"
"Nothing." The old man waved his hand, "You go and rest, I will ask him myself tomorrow."
Meng Tang returned to the room and sent a message to Xie Lingyin.
Xie Lingyin replied shortly, her tone was quite relaxed, so Meng Tang didn't ask any more questions.
At eight o'clock the next day, the old man came over in person, knocked on the door, and asked Meng Tang to box with him.
"Your classmate was here yesterday, but I didn't call you. Can't you still afford it at eight o'clock?"
Afraid of being seen as slacking on his physical exercise at school, Meng Tang hurriedly changed his clothes and went to the courtyard.
Happily for an hour, she gritted her teeth and persisted, but the old man still got the clue.
"It wasn't like this before. Were you lazy at school?" The old man frowned.
Meng Tang hesitated and did not dare to lie.
"Xiaotang, do you feel that now that you are proficient in your skills, nothing else matters."
"No." Meng Tang retorted in a low voice, "I'm very busy with my studies."
"How many times have I told you, the fingers are weak, the knife is unstable, the lines are messy and weak, and the carvings are all waste products."
"I have insufficient wrist strength, and I can't even pinch the mud."
"Large pieces rely on both hands and waist. You have neglected to exercise and are still making excuses."
"I always thought you were diligent, but I didn't expect you to stick out your hand."
Sister Fang heard the noise in the kitchen and ran out to speak to Meng Tang: "What are you doing? She hasn't had breakfast yet, how can she have the strength to exercise?"
"This is none of your business." The old man said forcefully.
The last time he hurt his palm, he didn't tell the old man. Meng Tang knew it was his fault and stretched out his right hand.
Just as the bamboo pole was about to fall, someone knocked on the door of the front yard.
The old man was stunned and motioned to Sister Fang to open the door. At the same time, the bamboo stick fell down.
A red mark suddenly appeared across the palm of his hand, and Meng Tang bit his lip in pain.
Two or three people were entangled with each other. Meng Tang arched his back slightly and did not dare to take a step back.
Wei Chuan entered the middle courtyard and saw the scene of Meng Tang being punished. He stepped forward and grabbed the bamboo stick.
"What are you doing?"
"Wei Chuan." Meng Tang endured the pain and asked him to get out of the way, "The beating will be over in three strokes."
"I won't let him, there is no way to hit someone like this, this is called corporal punishment." Wei Chuan held his neck and confronted the old man.
Meng Yuchun snorted coldly: "Go away."
"I can't ignore it when I see it. I also know that you are teaching your granddaughter. I am not qualified to intervene, but there are countless ways to punish. Is physical torture necessary? Her hand was injured, and the loss is not Meng Tang herself." Afraid of being scalded by boiling water: "Then go ahead, I have rough skin and thick flesh anyway."
Meng Yuchun squinted his eyes: "I hit her because the pain can make her remember. If she is left to be weak and exhausted, she won't have to do this job anymore."
Wei Chuan: "I taught her to play basketball and found that she has great strength in her hands. Even if she neglects to exercise, her hand strength is definitely not slack."
The old man said to Meng Tang: "I know what you are thinking. You haven't carved a big piece yet, so I guess it won't be too late."
br/> "Why did I ask you to follow me Zhamabu before you could?"
"I didn't allow you to produce sculptures for four years in college, just to let you consolidate what you have learned over the years. When you come back after graduation, I will teach you large-scale carving."
"Do you think that all the hard work you have learned over the years has been lost?"
Mengtang stood up straight, stretched out his hand again, and said, "No, I was wrong."
There were still three strokes left, and Wei Chuan was dumbfounded. These grandparents and grandsons are really stubborn.
The old man accepted the bamboo strips and said, "You are good at carving small pieces, but you can see the big from the small. Grandpa believes in you, you can do it."
Meng Tang nodded with tears in his eyes.
The old man turned to Sister Fang and said, "Go get the medicine."
Sister Fang: "I know it without you having to tell me."
Mengtang was beaten a lot when she was a child, and she was used to it.
The old man went to the backyard with his hands behind his back. Meng Tang breathed a sigh of relief and sat down at the stone table.
Sister Fang took the medicine, and Wei Chuan took the initiative to pick it up and said, "I'll do it."
Sister Fang had to cook, so she had to ask him.
Wei Chuan sat down at the stone table and glanced at Meng Tang: "Shall I give you medicine?"