Meng Yuchun stood up from the recliner and gave Meng Tang a "look" look.
Meng Tang stepped forward and grabbed Wei Chuan's arm: "Stop making trouble, hurry to the station."
"Who is making trouble with you?" Wei Chuan smiled at Sister Fang who came out of the vegetable garden, "Sister Fang, can I stay?"
Sister Fang already knew about their relationship, and she also really liked Wei Chuan, a sweet-talking big man.
Sister Fang walked directly past Meng Tang and said, "I have already tidied up the room next to Xiaotang for you."
"Thank you, Sister Fang." Wei Chuan narrowed his eyes with a smile.
Meng Tang turned his face in disbelief: "Sister Fang, when did you clean it up?"
Sister Fang pointed at Meng Yuchun: "The old man asked me to clean it up."
"You are all just fooling around." Meng Tang was at a loss, "He has to go back to school for training on the 5th."
Sister Fang said, "Oh, today is only the 30th, let him play for two days." Clean it up and come out later to help you choose food."
"Go." Sister Fang said like a fly, "If you want to eat on time, don't come here to make trouble."
Weichuan responded and carried the box back to the room, staring at Meng Tang with his familiarity.
Meng Yuchun sneered: "You really think of yourself as your own family."
Meng Yuchun said this, but his tone was indulgent and doting.
Mengtang also knows that the old man likes Wei Chuan's sunny and unshakable character.
Meng Huaizhang took everything in sight. He squatted beside the old man and asked: "Such a young master, can he really accept living in such an old house?"
Meng Yuchun looked at him: "What do you want to say?"
"General "I think we can't reach him." Meng Huaizhang said, "I'm afraid you don't know the strength of his family in City Z."
"What's the matter?" Meng Yuchun actually has a good family, "Is Meng Tang not worthy of him?"
Meng Huaizhang laughed, obviously thinking so.
It’s not that Meng Tang is not worthy, but that his family background is not worthy.
Meng Yuchun knew what he was thinking and said, "If you had some sense when you were young, you wouldn't worry about your family now."
"I'm just telling you what I think." Meng Huaizhang said, "I've been there. If they knew, would they still let their son talk to Meng Tang?"
The old man narrowed his eyes and was silent for a moment.
This issue, he had to talk to Wei Chuan.
"Don't worry about it." Meng Yuchun said, "Go to work, there's nothing I need you to do at home."
Meng Huaizhang laughed sarcastically, turned around and walked out the door.
Meng Tang packed his suitcase and put on a comfortable white cotton and linen dress.
She had her long hair pulled up with a wooden hairpin, revealing a section of her fair back neck.
When Wei Chuan came out of the room, Meng Tang was sitting on the stone bench and asked Sister Fang what she planned to give her and Wei Chuan to eat.
The dress was very loose and hugged her whole body. Mottled light spots fell on Meng Tang's body through the gaps in the trees, adding a clear light to her whole body.
Meng Tang caught a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye, turned around and asked: "Do you want chicken noodle soup? I just stewed it this morning."
"Eat." Wei Chuan didn't choose anything, "Sister Fang's craftsmanship is very good, I like it."
Sister Fang was coaxed into an embryo again. She peeled off the cabbage and said, "I'll cook it for you right now. Just wait a moment."
Sister Fang was stunned: "Do you still have mine?"
"Of course." Wei Chuan handed the two bags to her, "You and Meng Tang are family members, and naturally you are also my family. They are all small gifts, so don't dislike them."
In the bag were bird's nests and shawls. Sister Fang liked them very much. She grabbed Wei Chuan's hand and said thank you several times.
Meng Tang gave the things he bought to Meng Yuchun again, and the old man immediately began to study the tea sets.
Meng Tang and Wei Chuan smiled at each other and sat down on the stone bench again.
His hand was stretched out, he touched Meng Tang's wooden hairpin and touched Meng Tang's earlobe. The old man rolled his eyes at him and said, "The ax in the backyard was just sharpened yesterday."
Wei Chuan immediately retracted his hand and turned his head with a dry smile: "Why are you always staring at me if you don't study the tea set?" "I need it to make a fire."
"Old man, you must have done it on purpose." Wei Chuan wanted to argue, "The kitchen obviously has a gas tank and an induction cooker, so why do we need to burn firewood?"
Meng Yuchun glanced at him: "I remember before, when both men and women confirmed their intentions, the man would go to the woman's house to work. The more he did, the more pleasing he would be."
Wei Chuan: "...I will do it. "
"Hmm." Meng Yuchun nodded, "Rotten wood can be carved."
Wei Chuan turned his head with an aggrieved look, trying to get Meng Tang to speak for him: "Am I a rotten wood?"
"No, no." Meng Tang clapped his hand, "You are a good wood."
Wei Chuan snorted, leaned closer to Meng Tang and said, "The old man definitely did it on purpose."
Meng Tang: "..."
Even if you touch someone's granddaughter in front of others, even a god can't stand it.
In the kitchen, Sister Fang spread the cooked noodles into a bowl, put two pieces of cabbage heart on top, and poured eight minutes full of chicken soup.
She packed the tray and carried it to the courtyard.
Seeing this, Wei Chuan quickly stood up and took it.
The soup base was very clear and the aroma spread out. Wei Chuan swallowed and saw how delicious it was.
Sister Fang laughed and handed the chopsticks to him: "Try it, I made the soup base with ham, scallops and snow pear."
After she entered college, she spent more time at school and always missed Sister Fang's craftsmanship.
The two of them ate chicken noodle soup slowly, as quiet as a painting.
After dinner, Meng Tang poured water to wash her face. She said to Meng Yuchun, "Grandpa, I went to the backyard."
Meng Yuchun nodded.
Wei Chuan followed Meng Tang to the door of the backyard and suddenly asked, "Why isn't your father at home?"
Meng Tang said: "He has a job now, at the lumber factory. Grandpa asked him to go there."
Wei Chuan nodded: "I asked Sister Fang to put the things I brought for him in his room."
"Yes." Meng Tang responded, "I'm going to pick out the wood, do you want to follow me?"
Wei Chuan said, "Can't you follow?"
Meng Tang: "Okay, I'm just afraid you'll be bored. You can go to the room to rest for a while."
"I don't want to go." Wei Chuan said, "I want to see you working."
Meng Tang laughed: "What's so interesting about this? I've been here in such a boring way since I was a child."
"But I haven't seen it." Wei Chuan said, "Every time I receive it, it's the finished product. I want to see the process of the birth of the artwork."
Meng Tang pushed open the heavy camphor wood door, turned slightly and said to Wei Chuan: "This is the wood warehouse, where a lot of valuable wood is stored."
Wei Chuan didn't understand, he just felt that these pieces of wood were the same as girls' lipsticks, there was no difference.
"There are so many similar woods, how do you choose?"
Mengtang laughed, and ran his fingertips across the wooden frame: "Look at the three souls and seven souls."
At first it sounds like bluffing, but in fact, the selection of materials must follow the steps of observing the shape, listening to the sound, and smelling the marrow.
Meng Tang knew that he didn't understand, so he took a piece of wood, knocked three times, and said, "Listen, does the sound sound dull?"
Wei Chuan nodded.
Meng Tang added: "Actually, this piece of wood has been placed vertically for too long. It is not suitable for carving. You should choose horizontal wood, which is more stable."
Meng Tang explained: "There is too much wood. The newly arrived ones should be placed horizontally for three months to release the pressure. After long-term storage, they will stand upright and need to be rotated regularly."
Wei Chuan said: "I understand, it's like turning the bottle of red wine."
Meng Tang laughed: "You are really good at describing it."
Wei Chuan snorted: "Then what do you want to carve? What material should you choose?"
“It’s been there for several years.” Meng Tang took a piece of wood from the shelf, looked at it for a while, and touched it, “That’s it. The sealing wax on both ends is intact, it’s well preserved, it doesn’t weigh on your hands, and the density is good.”
Looking at the ugly wood, Wei Chuan still couldn't imagine how beautiful they would look after being carved.
After choosing the materials, Meng Tang went back to his room to draw a sketch. Wei Chuan did not follow him in. He lay on the window of the crabapple tree and looked at her from the outside.
Seeing Meng Tang put pen and ink on the rice paper, Wei Chuan laughed: "You want to write calligraphy?"
Meng Tang raised his eyes, and the wind blew the leaves, just blowing by Wei Chuan's ears.
At this time of year, the crabapple tree is at its peak of nutrition and does not shed its leaves easily.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, she spread the table with rice paper again, dipped her langhao pen in ink, and connected two lines of poems in her vivid running script - where the wind blows through the window, people and begonias are light.
Wei Chuan asked: "What was written?"
Meng Tang said: "Come in and take a look."
Wei Chuan entered the room and read clearly the two sentences written by Meng Tang.
The wind blew against Haitang, and Mengtang's heart swayed because of his smile.
"Give it to me." Wei Chuan hugged her waist from behind, "Go back and frame it. Is there anything else you have that I don't know about that is so good in calligraphy?"
"Fuck you." Wei Chuan was startled and did not dare to mess with Meng Tang again.
This old man looks like a ghost. When did he come here?
Meng Yuchun turned around again when he saw that the fool had not followed.
Wei Chuan stayed by Meng Tang's side, and Meng Yuchun coughed twice more.
Meng Tang raised his eyes: "Grandpa, what's wrong with your throat?"
"You drank too much tea." Wei Chuan deliberately blushed at the old man, "Still not satisfied with it?"
Meng Yuchun pointed. He: "Come with me."
Meng Tang thought that the old man didn't want Wei Chuan to disturb her business, so he raised his hand to touch him: "Go."
Wei Chuan put Meng Tang's study on the table and turned around and left Meng Tang's study.
Passing by the crabapple tree, he picked another leaf with his hands.
Meng Yuchun was speechless: "I really owe my hand."
Wei Chuan smiled awkwardly, threw away the leaves, and went into the backyard with Meng Yuchun.
Wei Chuan thought he was being asked to come over to do something, so he asked directly: "If you have anything to do, just give me your instructions."
Meng Yuchun said, "I called you here because I want to ask you something. Please sit down first."