Four Seasons Three Meals

On the weekend, Shang Chen asked Jiang Huai to go shopping.

They went to visit an old gentleman. Calligraphy was hard to come by, and the married family had an old relationship with him. Shang Chen went to ask him to write a wedding post.

Before leaving to choose a meeting gift, Shang Chen chose a birthday peach inlaid with gold and jade, which was exquisite in shape and expensive.

He didn't ask Jiang Huai's opinion, but decided to buy it.

Shang Chen said: "I heard that this old man is difficult to deal with, and has a weird temper."

Jiang Huai didn't speak, and checked online. The old man is good at running script. He learned from Mi Fu to the point of confusing the real, and he has his own school. The most famous ink is "Worshiping Stone Tie". After reading it, everyone is full of praise. Everyone.

Just in case, Jiang Huai bought a bottle of lake stone, which can be placed indoors as a bonsai.

The old man lives by the lake, and the villa is built on the island in the middle of the lake. The road is impassable, so he can only go there by boat.

Someone was waiting at the ferry, and Jiang Huai and the others boarded the flimsy covered boat and staggered ashore.

There is a memorial archway at the main entrance, with four big characters "eat and drink enough" written on it.

Jiang Huai looked at it, feeling a little joking about the world.

Shang Chen gave a meeting gift, and after a while, the assistant came out and invited them in. The gold inlaid jade longevity peaches were taken away, and the lake stone was returned to them.

Jiang Huai was a little surprised.

They followed the assistant into the study room. The old gentleman was wearing wide sleeves and sitting cross-legged on the floor playing chess.

The study room is ventilated on all sides, with a wide view, the lake and the sky are of the same color, and you can see the verdant summer willows on Wuwang embankment.The floor is covered with wooden floors, there is no furniture, and shoes need to be changed when entering the door.

Shang Chen went in to ask for words, Jiang Huai saw a piece of paper pasted on the door, with the four big characters "Gods don't come" written on it, he thought for a while, stopped, turned around and went to the courtyard, wandering around casually.

Melon and chestnut trees can be seen everywhere in the courtyard, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and it can be seen that someone has taken good care of them.

The melon and chestnut tree is also called the fortune tree. Jiang Huai couldn't help laughing when he thought of this.

Water makes money, trees make money, the old man's thoughts are clearly revealed, and he can't wait for gold ingots from the sky.

He found it interesting and took pictures of Congshan.

After a while, Cong Shan called him.

"Huaibao, where did you go to play again?"

"I will accompany Shang Chen to visit an old gentleman."

"What kind of old gentleman is he?"

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "I won't say it directly, I will guess a word riddle with you."

"Huaibao, please tell me."

"Don't come to the gods, type four words."

"The gods must be made by idlers," Cong Shan said with a smile, "Don't come here for gods, and don't disturb idlers."

Jiang Huai smiled: "Isn't it interesting?"

"This Uncle Shi has always had a temper."

Jiang Huai wondered, "You know him?"

"The friendship between my ancestors, I used to be a disciple when I was young. Although I didn't formally learn to be a teacher, I have also practiced calligraphy for several years." Cong Shan said lightly, "Speaking of it, I am more familiar with his apprentice."

Jiang Huai was curious: "What kind of person is the apprentice?"

"Better than his master, but not as good as him, so he was sent to a temple by his family to cultivate," Cong Shan said, "temper is bigger than reputation."

Jiang Huai said, "Then he must have written very well."

Tibetan life often produces excellent works, Jiang Huai understands this truth.

Cong Shan said: "That's true, but he has a weird temper, and most people in the world don't buy him."

Jiang Huai sighed, a little ashamed, and said: "The world has prejudices against calligraphers, and I wish they would all be immortals, eat the wind and drink the dew, and become immortals as soon as possible."

Cong Shan heard that his tone was not right, and asked with a smile: "Huaibao, what have you done behind my back?"

Jiang Huai told Cong Shan everything about the meeting ceremony, and Cong Shan laughed on the phone.

Jiang Huai's face became hot from his smile: "I thought that the old man's calligraphy is hard to find because he treats money like dung."

Cong Shan said: "Thousands of gold are hard to find, but ten thousand gold is easy to get. The old man loves money. Your lake stone can be given to his apprentice. It is a good match for him."

Jiang Huai agreed to ask Cong Shan to recommend him another day.

Jiang Huai walked around the lake, walked slowly for a while, he asked Cong Shan: "What are you doing?"

Cong Shan said, "I'm at Cong's house, and I'm coming back today to visit grandpa."

Only then did Jiang Huai notice that his background sound was a bit noisy, and he could hear someone calling "Second Young Master" and "Third Miss" intermittently, which sounded like a big family.

Jiang Huai never asked much about him, so he had no way of knowing.

Cong Shan said: "Grandpa is not in good health recently, let me come and see."

Jiang Huai nodded and said, "It should."

Someone called "Young Master" over there, Jiang Huai heard Cong Shan softly "hmm", the noisy voice weakened, it should be Cong Shan covering the phone with his hand.

After a while, he heard the voice of the mountains again.

Jiang Huai asked: "What's wrong?"

"Grandpa just sent someone to ask who I'm calling."

Jiang Huai quietly held his breath and asked him, "How did you answer?"

His cautiousness was too obvious, Cong Shan smiled on the other end of the phone: "To be honest, you are my boyfriend."

Jiang Huai breathed a sigh of relief.

Cong Shan smiled: "Huaibao, you usually watch less TV dramas, and always think about things."

Jiang Huai was embarrassed: "I thought you were the eldest young master in the Gaomen compound, engaged at birth, surrounded by beautiful wives and beautiful concubines, and I was the mistress who ruined other people's marriages."

Cong Shan laughed out loud on the phone, and when he had had enough, he said, "The Gaomen compound is barely within reach, but it has nothing to do with me, I just have a false name."

Jiang Huai asked, "Then who are you?"

Cong Shan replied: "The quack doctor in Huichuntang is not doing his job properly, but he is good at making mung bean cakes."

Jiang Huai smiled on the phone.

After he finished laughing, Cong Shan asked him: "Huaibao, do you want to eat something delicious?"

Jiang Huai thought he had something novel.

Cong Shan said, "Grandpa will celebrate his birthday next week and wants to meet my boyfriend."

Jiang Huai hesitated.

Cong Shan followed the instructions carefully: "The chef of Cong's family is good, and grandpa is quite kind. Would you like Huai Bao to come and eat some delicious food?"

Jiang Huai thought about it, agreed, and said, "I'll prepare the gift in advance."

Cong Shan responded well, and comforted him a few more words, telling him not to be nervous, and they hung up the phone.

Cong Shan left the balcony and went indoors, only to find Cong Yue looking at him with a half-smile.

Cong Yue said, "Brother wants to bring someone back?"

Cong Shan glanced at him and said nothing.

Cong Yun, who was sitting by the side, was doing manicure, she turned to look at Cong Yue, and asked, "Brother is in a relationship?"

Cong Shan gave a faint "hmm" as a reply.

Cong Yun wanted to stand up, but the manicurist knelt in front of her, carefully applying nail polish to her nails.Cong Yun moved too much, the manicurist was unprepared, and the brush went out of bounds.

Cong Yun looked down, his eyebrows furrowed, and he wanted to get angry, but he was worried about Cong Shan, so he gave up.

Cong Shan remained silent, and walked into the bedroom with a calm face.

In the second week, Jiang Huai and Cong Shan didn't see each other for a week.

On Friday, Cong Shan drove Jiang Huai to get off work, instead of going home, he went to the Cong Family Manor.

Along the way, Jiang Huai was uneasy and his palms were wet with sweat.

Jiang Huai asked Cong Shan: "Grandpa is... what kind of person?"

While driving, Cong Shan made nonsense: "The Cong family is all old-fashioned, and Huai Bao is married, and he is the most educated person in our family."

Jiang Huai knew that he was coaxing him, so he laughed out loud.

Tesla slowly drove into the manor, the scenery changed, the trees were dense like a forest, the car drove quietly along the path, and stopped at the entrance of the small building.

Cong Shan parked the car, took Jiang Huai into the house, and went up to the fourth floor.

Jiang Huai quietly looked at the layout of the small building, which was resplendent and majestic everywhere.

Cong Shan led him through the long corridor, met many servants on the way, and greeted him respectfully.

At the end of the corridor was a heavy mahogany door, Cong Shan approached, and the servant opened the door for him.

Jiang Huai followed Cong Shan into the room, the room was empty, and a hollow screen separated the two spaces. In the "Heart Sutra" carved from pear blossom wood, Jiang Huai found that the height of the words "color is emptiness" is just right, and the servants can see the situation in the inner room. , to decide when to go in.

Cong Shan led him in, and a silver-haired old man was sleeping on a recliner, and beside him was a young girl with a sweet voice, who was reading Pushkin's poems.

The old man closed his eyes and rested his mind, he seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, not angry and pretentious.

When the girl heard footsteps, she turned her head to meet them face to face with an innocent expression.

She is very beautiful, with naive and charming eyes that don't know much about the world, Jiang Huai couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

She was well dressed, and Jiang Huai knew this brand. He had helped them fight sky-high lawsuits, and a piece of clothing cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Cong Shan shouted: "Grandpa."

The old man opened his eyes and glanced at him lightly.

The girl stood up and called softly, "Brother Congshan."

She looked at Jiang Huai behind her again: "Who is this?"

Jiang Huai stretched out his hand: "Jiang Huai."

Cong Shan added: "My boyfriend."

The girl looked at Congshan, then at Jiang Huai, held her hand back reservedly, and said, "My name is Qi Xinyou."

The servant moved two more chairs, and Cong Shan led him to sit down, holding his hand all the time.

The old man took a look at Jiang Huai, and hummed out a sentence: "Are you Jiang Huai?"

Jiang Huai said humbly, "Yes."

"Little Qi."

Qi Xinyou responded obediently.

"Give him the book and let him read."

Mr. Cong pointed at Jiang Huai with his cane.

Qi Xinyou agreed, handed him the book, closed it without marking it.

Jiang Huai took it.

Mr. Cong continued to speak: "Xiao Qi, it's rare for you to come here, let your elder brother Cong Shan take you to play."

Before Qi Xinyou could speak, Cong Shan said, "I came back to accompany you."

Mr. Cong glanced at him and hummed lightly.

Jiang Huai said, "Go out and wait for me, I'll be here with grandpa."

Cong Shan looked at him, and Jiang Huai showed a relieved smile.

The two looked at each other for a while, Cong Shan compromised, nodded in agreement, stood up, leaned over and kissed his forehead, and whispered in his ear: "Call me if you have anything to do."

Jiang Huai nodded and watched them leave with a smile.

The heavy wooden door was closed again by the servant, leaving only Mr. Cong and Jiang Huai in the room.

Jiang Huai flipped a page casually and read it carefully.

Mr. Cong interrupted him: "I've read it."

Jiang Huai read it on his own as if he hadn't heard it.

Mr. Cong tapped the ground heavily with his crutches, and the muffled sound cut off Jiang Huai's reading.

Jiang Huai closed the book and said calmly, "You didn't keep me here for studying."

Mr. Cong curled the corner of his mouth inaudibly, the meaning was unclear.

"You are for Congshan, so you deliberately kept me here and wanted to beat me."

Mr. Cong said: "I heard from the boss that you are a lawyer?"

Jiang Huai replied yes.

Mr. Cong nodded and said, "Lawyers are all sensible people, but it's a pity that they are cold-hearted."

The old man spoke like Cong Shan, Jiang Huai held his breath and did not refute.

Mr. Cong continued: "I only have one son, and he is a jerk. He was playful when he was young and gave birth to the eldest, who was raised outside, so the eldest is not close to me."

Jiang Huai said: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite."

Mr. Cong said: "There are two grandsons left. One has too little vision, and the other is busy with marriage and divorce all day long. After much deliberation, only the eldest has a stable personality and is suitable to be the heir."

Jiang Huai met Cong Yue and felt that what the old man said was true. Although he was old, he had good ears and eyes.

That being the case, why did Cong Shan become a Chinese medicine doctor?

Mr. Cong glanced at him, seeming to guess what he was thinking, and said: "When he was young, he was not controlled, and I let him go. Now that he is old, it's time to calm down."

Jiang Huai heard his overtones and didn't speak.

Mr. Cong said: "Xiao Qi is a very good child. She fits my eyes. There are advantages and disadvantages for the boss to marry her. If I hand over the company to him, I will feel relaxed."

As the old man spoke, his throat tightened and he coughed twice. Jiang Huai reached out to hold the teacup on the Eight Immortals table, and pressed the back of his hand against the wall. The temperature was just right, and he handed it to the old man.

The old man Cong took a sip and calmed down, Jiang Huai glanced at it. The tea soup was rich in color, fragrant and almost bitter. He picked up the hawthorn cake on the table, poked a piece with a small silver fork, and handed it to the old man.

Mr. Cong took it, ate it, and said, "You do have eyesight."

Jiang Huai smiled slightly, not surprised.

Mr. Cong went on to say, "He fell in love with you to anger me."

Jiang Huai said, "You flatter me too much."

Mr. Cong snorted coldly.

Jiang Huai knew that there would be no more chatting today.

He sat quietly by the side, his eyes lingering on the stack of hawthorn cakes.

After a while, Mr. Cong spoke first: "Go out and ask Xiao Qi to come in."

Jiang Huai said yes, put the book on the table, got up and prepared to leave.

Mr. Cong stopped him: "Take out the hawthorn cake. I don't like sweets for children."

Jiang Huai turned back again, and went out with the hawthorn cake.

The wooden door closed behind him, his shoulders slumped, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

The palms are all sweaty.

He stood at the door for a while, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Cong Shan.

Walking to the stairs, I heard a familiar voice.

"Lawyer Jiang?"

Jiang Huai looked up and saw the people downstairs, his eyes widened.

"...Miss Cong."