Chapter 1235: Ningjia Village Events
Old Master Bai nodded: "Can you see what's going on?"
Ning Wanwan raised her eyelashes and said honestly: "I don't really understand these, but... Grandpa's handwriting is really beautiful!"
Old Master Bai raised his eyebrows and felt very comfortable: "The little girl is honest!"
If Ning Wanwan said something that literati often use, he would suspect that Ning Wanwan was deliberately prepared! On the contrary, the most simple compliments can prove the other party's childlike innocence.
Ning Wanwan looked at it for a long time before putting down the scroll, and said with some admiration: "Grandpa, can you write a piece of calligraphy for Wanwan?"
Old Master Bai looked at her sparkling eyes and walked towards the desk with a smile: "Okay, what are you thinking about?"
Ning Wanwan deliberately thought for a while: "Just write... a lifetime of peace!"
A lifetime of peace?
Old Master Bai heard Xiaobai mention some things about Wanwan. This girl had a really hard life in the past few years. At this moment, this sentence "a lifetime of peace" should be her expectation for the future, right?
He had just practiced calligraphy in the evening, and the ink on the inkstone was not dry yet. He picked up the pen, dipped the soft tip of the pen in ink, and danced vigorously on the paper.
Four words, completed in one breath, the force penetrated the back of the paper.
Putting down the pen and waiting for the ink to dry, Mr. Bai raised his head and asked, "How is the writing?"
Ning Wanwan nodded: "Very good! Especially this Ning... It's like I've practiced it many, many times, it's smooth and powerful, and I feel protected!"
Ning...
Practice it many times...
Feeling protected...
This little girl... If he wasn't sure that she didn't know the past of Ningjia Village, Mr. Bai would almost think that she came to inquire.
No reply, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Ning Wanwan pursed her lips: "Grandpa, did Wanwan say something wrong?"
Grandpa Bai put his cane on the table and leaned against it, and sat down slowly: "No, Grandpa was just thinking about other things and was distracted."
Ning Wanwan hummed, holding the paper and was about to go out: "Then I won't disturb Grandpa. Wanwan will definitely keep this calligraphy well! When I go back to the village, I will frame it and hang it in the main hall!"
Go back to the village? !
"Ningjia Village?" Grandpa Bai blurted out.
Ning Wanwan blinked innocently, as if she knew nothing: "Well, yes. My sister said that she would send me and grandma back to see it in a while. It's been a long time since we left. I wonder if the people in the village still remember us?"
"Yes, it's been a long time..." Grandpa Bai was a little bitter. Can anyone remember him?
Ning Wanwan glanced at the old man: "When I come back, I will bring some specialties from the village to Grandpa~"
Specialties?
Mr. Bai's expression relaxed a little, and he subconsciously talked about that place: "Oh? What specialties are there?"
Ning Wanwan raised the corners of her lips and held back her smile: "There are quite a lot, most of the things can be bought outside. But... the fruits in the mountains are very rare! Oh, by the way, when July comes, there is a kind of mountain sweet potato that is ripe!"
Hearing this word, Mr. Bai's face changed.
Ning Wanwan seemed not to see it, and continued to describe: "Buried in the soil, the size of a thumb, round, and very sweet! When the time comes, I will go up the mountain to find it and bring some back for grandpa?!"
"Mountain sweet potato?" Mr. Bai fell into memories and murmured, "Yellow-brown skin, red soil flesh like figs..."
Ning Wanwan's face floated with dimples: "Eh? Grandpa knows it too? When I was a child, I was very greedy for that. Every July, my grandmother would take me up the mountain to pick mountain sweet potatoes to eat."