Since Meng Tang can remember, it was Sister Fang who applied medicine and wiped her tears.
She was stunned for a moment when Wei Chuan suddenly wanted to apply medicine on her.
Several red marks on her palms began to turn bloodshot, and Wei Chuan couldn't help but frown: "The old man was too cruel."
Meng Tang was wrong in the first place, so she hissed: "Hate Tie" It's just not steel."
"Stop moving." Wei Chuan grabbed her wrist and said, "Rinse it with water first."
Sister Fang brought two or three kinds of medicine to reduce inflammation and prevent infection.
After washing and disinfecting, Wei Chuan held the back of her hand with his palm and applied powder to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation.
"I wrapped it with gauze a little, and I accepted it. My left hand was fine, but my right hand suffered another disaster."
He felt pain when he looked at it, and his eyebrows were always furrowed.
Burning heat rolled over the back of his hand. Meng Tang withdrew his hand and pursed his lower lip: "It's okay, you'll be fine in a few days."
"Did he know that your left hand was injured?" Wei Chuan tightened the medicine bottle, "You still fight even if you know it, you are so stone-hearted."
"I didn't say. Meng Tang looked at him, "Actually, grandpa loves me very much and indulges me occasionally, but once he notices that there is a problem with my attitude, he will inevitably give me a slap in the face."
"Divorced." Meng Tang lowered his eyes, "I was raised by my grandfather."
Wei Chuan laughed: "I was willing to fight you when I raised you, but the old man taught you to be very good."
"We just depend on each other." Meng Tang didn't want to talk about this topic, so he changed the subject stiffly: "Why did you come so early?"
Wei Chuan went to the side and washed his hands with water, without raising his head: "It's not early, it's already past nine o'clock."
Sister Fang brought two plates of pastries to Meng Tang from the kitchen, and called to Wei Chuan: "You two should cushion your bellies first."
"Thank you, Sister Fang." After saying that, she handed Wei Chuan a piece of mung bean cake, "Sister Fang made it herself, try it."
Wei Chuan's hands were wet, so he subconsciously raised his neck and opened his mouth.
Meng Tang was stunned: "Don't you have any skills?"
"Sorry." Wei Chuan waved his hand, pinched a whole piece and stuffed it into his mouth, "I opened my mouth when I was eating at home. It was just a habit." "Young master."
After finishing the mung bean cake, Wei Chuan gave Sister Fang a thumbs up: "The masters are among the people."
His aunt's cooking is not as delicious as Sister Fang's.
Sister Fang was teased from ear to ear by him.
Meng Tang watched quietly, feeling that it was right for his fans to name him "Wei Tian", at least he was so sweet that he made people stunned.
After drinking the tea, Meng Tang stood up and said, "Aren't you going to the front yard exhibition hall? Let's go."
Wei Chuan hurriedly turned around and followed.
The exhibition hall is on the east side of the front yard. In recent years, the most frequent visitor is Meng Yuchun.
The natural daylight in the hall is cut through the slanted window to prevent direct sunlight from damaging the wood.
The woody fragrance was quiet, and Wei Chuan said subconsciously: "It smells like you."
Meng Tang paused in his steps. This sounded very awkward.
She cleared her throat and raised her hand and pointed: "This unbalanced duck was carved from camphor wood when I was eight years old."
Wei Chuan looked over and laughed suddenly: " The duck’s head is bigger than the duck’s butt, and it’s so silly that I didn’t see the imbalance in proportion.”
Meng Tang: “…I was scolded by my grandfather at that time, but my classmates liked it very much, so I carved many of them and gave them away.”
That was the first time that someone liked what she carved, even though it was unsightly.
Wei Chuan took a step forward, looked back and asked Meng Tang: "This barrel is very beautiful, how old were you when you carved it?"
"When I was 13, I kept it in my study for two years, and then a better one came out, so my grandfather kept it."
Wei Chuan lingered in this row for a long time, and found that the age of 13 was the watershed in Meng Tang's works.
Because the "Civet Cat Flutters the Butterfly" she carved when she was 15 years old has come to life, and the "Cicada" she carved when she was 17 years old is even more lifelike.
"Are you selling these things?" Wei Chuan was about to make a move, "I like this cicada."
Meng Tang shook his head: "Someone has offered a high price, but grandpa will never sell it."
Wei Chuan said regretfully: "It's hard to buy it with a thousand pieces of gold."
Meng Tang smiled.
"I have a question. The old man didn't let you come out of the university, so why did you agree to carve the object of confession for me?"
Mengtang laughed: "Actually, I didn't plan to charge you any money. I said the price was raised on purpose, so I didn't know you agreed."< br/>
Wei Chuan: "So, you don't plan to charge me any money?"
Mengtang: "It's a good idea to charge me some money for the materials."
She was carving objects in school, which was not inconsistent with the old man's requirements, and she treated it as homework.
She understood what the old man meant.
"Then you will come back after graduation?"
Meng Tang nodded: "Come back, get married and have children."
"What?" Wei Chuan suspected that he heard wrong, "Say it again."
Meng Tang blinked: "Come back, get married and have children. After four years of hard work, I must make my graduation work famous. According to my father, It is my wish to carry forward the traditional craft of boxwood carving. If I don’t have children, who can I pass it on to? Although it’s okay to have talent, it also depends on the environment.”
Wei Chuan couldn't laugh or cry: "Don't you like others? If I don't ask, who would you ask?"
Meng Tang: "...Then you have to be willing."
"If he doesn't want to fall in love with you, why don't you come back and find someone to marry?" Wei Chuan was inexplicably angry, "Don't you just want to play with my brother, right?"
Mengtang: "It's just for fun, I just have a good impression, and I don't want to do anything with him. Who's parents can accept their son returning to Yanqing with me after graduation?"
Wei Chuan: "Actually, you can stay in Z City, Xu Heqing will stay in City Z to develop. Since you like it, why don't you confess? "
"My grandfather is old." Meng Tang glanced at him, "I can't leave here. I am both a granddaughter and a disciple. I have to do all the honoring, respecting the Tao, passing on the art, and spreading the fragrance..."
Wei Chuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word to retort for a long time.
Meng Tang's palms hurt a little. He had been chatting with Wei Chuan for a long time and his mouth was dry.
Wei Chuan saw that she was not feeling well and asked her to rest.
Wei Chuan was sitting on the corridor and was greeted by the old man: "How is Xiaotang's injury?"
"Why don't you ask her if you are concerned?" Wei Chuan raised his eyes and replied.
The old man glanced at him, the arc of his eyes was almost exactly the same as Meng Tang's: "You quite like to talk back, you get whipped a lot at home, right?"
Wei Chuan snorted: "Then you are wrong, no one dares to mess with me at home."
The momentum is strong, but the heart is empty.
"Still an overlord." The old man said calmly across the stone table in the courtyard, "What do you do at home?"
Wei Chuan said boredly: "Some small business, now the eldest sister and my father are in charge of the group's affairs."
Old man: "..."
Small business? group?