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Tan Ling returned to the room, picked a book from the bookshelf and opened it, but never thought that it was a relic of grandpa.He has never met his grandfather. It is said that he had some unhappiness with his father in the past. He passed away when he was a child. Later, because he likes to read, his father brought some books of his grandfather home. Tan Ling moved some of his books and put them away. On the bookshelf, if you are bored, just look at it.

I don't have any impression of grandpa, but seeing my mother's fearful appearance, she should be a very serious and strict old man. I don't know what kind of conflicts I had with my father at the beginning, so I never get in touch with each other, so my father still mentions grandpa every now and then. Still a sad "father doesn't understand son".

"The breeze is here, goodbye to Xiao Aizhong." Tan Ling flipped through it casually, and found this poem, and there was a note from his grandfather on it: Give it to my grandson as a wish.

"Grandpa gave it to me?" There is almost no grandpa in Tan Ling's memory. Perhaps this remark is a blessing from his grandpa when he was very young. Grandpa has always been a person with extremely noble conduct. Such wishes are rare.

"I don't seem to be in a good mood today." Suddenly someone knocked on the door and walked in. At this time, Tan Ling's mood improved a lot because he happened to see his grandfather's blessing, "Dad, it's okay. My dad is Tan Xianqi. Who dares to mess with me?" Are you unhappy?" His tone of voice suddenly rose a lot.

"What book are you reading? I'm so fascinated." Tan Xianqi sat next to Tan Ling, and Tan Ling sighed, "I'm looking at grandpa. Grandpa is really a talented person. He must be a person who has read a lot of poetry and books." .”

Tan Ling seldom talked about grandpa, Tan Xianqi was stunned when he asked such a question, "Okay, why are you asking about grandpa?"

"Dad, why did I name me Tan Ling?" Tan Lingshu rested his chin, looked at the ceiling and thought, Tan Xianqi thought it was a child's joke, and replied, "Because both parents hope that you can rush to the top of the world in the future." Ling Xiao."

Tan Ling didn't take it seriously, "I don't think grandpa would like the name Tan Ling if he gave it to me."

Tan Xianqi looked at his son, his expression suddenly changed, and he heard Tan Ling say, "Father, what a good name you have. Tan Xianqi, he thinks of the good when he sees the good, and he introspects himself when he sees the bad. Grandpa must have given him the name." All the best wishes go into it.”

"Silly boy, if grandpa chooses a name, what name do you want him to have?" Tan Xianqi asked pretending to be calm.

Tan Ling casually read out the poem that his grandfather made a note just now, "Qingfeng is here, goodbye Xiao Aizhong. Maybe grandpa will name me Tan Qingfeng..." Speaking of this, Tan Ling was also scared in his heart. I jumped, why would I want to take the name Tan Qingfeng.

Tan Xianqi didn't know if it was a coincidence or something happened, how did this poem emerge from Tan Ling's.

I still remember that when Qingfeng was just born, everyone didn’t worry about the name. Their old man went into the study when Qingfeng was full moon, wrote such a poem with a pen, and then announced to everyone, “Qingfeng, our child It’s called Tan Qingfeng.”

Tan Xianqi knew that the old man of their family could not accept Tan Ling and his mother until his death, let alone choose a name for Tan Ling's grandson. The young son of "Lin Ling" met the old man and gave him a new name.

Unexpectedly, the old man glanced at them and said, "If I were to choose a name, it would be 'Tan Zhecheng'." But Tan Xianqi saw the irony of the name when he looked at the old man's mocking tone, and felt the irony of Lin Qiaohui. ——The wise woman is alluring.

Afterwards, Tan Xianqi and the old man were alone in the study, and the old man picked up his beloved precious inkstone and smashed it towards the place where Tan Xianqi was standing, breaking it into several pieces, "Don't expect me to name that woman's son, My grandson is only one, and his name is Tan Qingfeng, you guys have bad conduct, if you want to get married, you have to go as far as you can, don't pollute our family Qingfeng, you are not worthy to be his father."

After the divorce, the old man raised Qingfeng himself, and completely banned the Tan family from contacting Qingfeng. It was not until the old man passed away that Qingfeng was taken away by his mother.

Thinking of this, Tan Xianqi still sighed, that's why Tan Ling had almost no memory of his grandfather, the old man refused to see their mother and son at all, in the eyes of the old man, only his Qingfeng was the unparalleled treasure in the world.

"Your grandpa is old and stubborn."

Tan Ling got used to his father's evaluation of his grandpa, so he changed the topic, "By the way, speaking of this, there is really a person named Tan Qingfeng in our school. He is a very strange and mysterious person, who is completely different from me in every way." Up and down, I have tried to make friends with him many times, but he always avoids it, it seems that I am a bit annoying."

"Really?" Tan Xianqi was always worried that Qingfeng would impulsively break his current family and life when Qingfeng first entered the school, but it seemed that Qingfeng spoke harshly, but did not take any action. "He is a very bad person." The same people, if the family is not so difficult, maybe we can be friends."

"Family background?" Tan Xianqi was suddenly sensitive and curious when he heard Tan Ling talking about Qingfeng.

Tan Ling's expression was very sympathetic, "Yeah, I heard it from hearsay. He seems to be doing part-time jobs to make money. When I met him today, I bought fruits that others didn't really want to buy. Anyone who has money would like to buy fruit." I won’t pick that kind, I think the family situation is really not good.”

"You said he went to work?" Tan Xianqi didn't pay much attention to Qingfeng's life, because he was isolated by the old man for many years, so he was used to the weak taste of father-son relationship with Qingfeng, and he put a sum of money on the card every month , arranged his residence, almost to the point of forgetting, because the number of times Qingfeng appeared in his life was really too small.

"Maybe there is really no destiny to be friends." Tan Qingfeng may be right, their living environment and concept are different, it is really difficult to make friends.

Back in his bedroom, Tan Xianqi stood in front of the window in a daze for a long while.

He rarely thought a lot, but what appeared in his mind was the current Qingfeng. When he saw him, he had an indifferent expression, and his lips were always so pale. Now that he thought about it, could it be malnutrition caused by too much hard work? .