What should I do if I see the blind date's son?

It will be the Spring Festival in two months, and He Jianwei's heart is a little tight. It is difficult for the elderly to survive the winter, and there are not a few people who die during the New Year.He remembered that Grandpa Li nearby passed away on New Year's Eve, and He Jian had his candy when he was small.

He Yiliang's drowsiness was shallow and short, before he woke up, "Why are you here?"

He Jianwei took his hand and said aggrievedly: "Grandpa is my birthday tomorrow, don't you forget?"

He Yiliang was stunned for a moment, "I'm old, I don't remember things anymore. We Jianwei will be one year older again."

"That's just turned 28."

"Let's go, grandpa will draw you a birthday picture." He Yiliang waved his hand, and happily asked He Jianwei to push him to the study.

He Jianwei was glad that he could move, picked up the thin He Yiliang, put him on the wheelchair, and pushed him to the study.

"My dad got an orphan copy of the Qing Dynasty, and I begged for it." He Jianwei said with a smug smile.

"I don't know. You haven't seen anything in my study. I got a lonely copy of the Northern Song Dynasty last year. Didn't I give it to you?" Although He Yiliang said so, there was still a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"I don't have too many good things." He Jianwei pushed He Yiliang to the table, and then ground it for him.

"What is Grandpa going to draw?"

He Yiliang answered him while polishing his pen, "If you are a dragon, I will draw a dragon."

"The flying dragon is in the sky?"

"With your temperament, I don't expect you to fly in the sky. I only hope that you are safe and happy." He Yiliang said in a low voice.

He Jianwei didn't answer the words. When he was a child, he was always expected by his grandparents. Calligraphy was taught by his grandma, and painting was taught by his grandpa. He could hold those antique treasures in his hands and treat them as toys. His savvy is also good, if he hadn't almost risked his life when he was young and rebellious, probably his grandfather would still have high hopes for him now.

He Yiliang drew a river with a dragon coiled below it and a mountain behind it.

"Water is not deep, if there is a dragon, there will be spirit." He Jianwei glanced at it and said.

He Yiliang shook his head, wrote congratulations on He Jianwei's birthday on the top of the painting, and signed it with his own seal.

"So complete?" He Jianwei joked.

"Only once a year." And it could be the last time.

He Yiliang looked at the painting on the rice paper, and the dragon is hidden in the abyss, I hope you will not lose yourself at any time.

"He Wusun Jianwei's [-]th birthday is auspicious." He Jianwei looked at the cursive script on it, feeling very happy.

"It's really well written. It's much better than my dad's. As expected, Jiang is still hot." He Jianwei's flattering skills have always been excellent, and he praised He Yiliang with a hearty laugh.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He Yiliang suddenly coughed, and he couldn't stop coughing.

"Aunt Xu, Aunt Xu, pour me a glass of water." He Jianwei hurriedly shouted outside, patting He Yiliang on the back to give him comfort.

He Yiliang waved his hand, "It's okay...cough cough..."

"Why are you coughing again? Drink some water." Aunt Xu hurriedly handed the cup to He Jianwei.

He Jianwei tasted the temperature just right before feeding it to He Yiliang.

It took a while for He Yiliang to calm down, and He Jianwei calmed down the breath in his chest.

After settling down with He Yiliang, He Jianwei closed the door and went to find Aunt Xu.

"Isn't my grandfather coughing like this for the first time?"

Aunt Xu's eyes dodged a little, and He Jianwei's face immediately turned cold, "Aunt Xu, you have taken good care of my grandpa all these years, I am very grateful to you, but you have to know that as long as you have money, you will do your best to take care of me I can invite everyone from Grandpa."

He Jianwei was very talkative on weekdays, this was the first time Aunt Xu heard such harsh words, she immediately turned pale with fright.

"Yes... the old man didn't let me say it. He said it's okay and didn't want you to worry."

He Jian frowned slightly and nodded, "No matter what he says in the future, as long as there is something about my grandfather's condition, you must tell me in time. Your employer has always been me."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Aunt Xu, with cold sweat constantly breaking out on her forehead, nodded eagerly in agreement.

"Well, Aunt Xu, you have done a good job these years, and I am willing to cooperate with you for a long time. Today's words are a bit heavy, but please understand my mood as a grandson."

"Understood, I understand." He Jianwei's salary is very considerable, and she doesn't have many things to do every day. It's so easy, and the master's family is so kind. Where can I find a job? Naturally, Aunt Xu doesn't want to lose her job. .

He Jianwei went to the yard to smoke a cigarette, and he began to consider whether to move here, but his grandfather would definitely drive him away again, saying that he was too young to go wandering and came here to guard him, a bad old man .

While swallowing the clouds, He Jianwei received a call from Yan Hongfei.

"Jianwei, let me tell you, if I go to Yu Pingping again, I will be my grandson!"

"what happened?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Hongfei noticed something was wrong with him.

"what happened to you?"

He Jianwei took a puff of cigarette, then slowly exhaled, "It's okay, my grandpa had a bad cough just now, Aunt Xu didn't tell me, I'm in a bad mood."

"How is Grandpa He?" Yan Hongfei knew that Grandpa He was He Jianwei's thunderbolt, and he couldn't step on it, and even the slightest disturbance could make He Jianwei's spirit tense.

"It's nothing serious, it's still the same." He Jianwei squatted under the eaves and looked at the desolate scenery outside, the cigarette in his hand was almost burning to the end, he was burned a little before he came back to his senses.

"What happened to you, Yu Pingping?"

"Damn! She's not in France! She's not like me!" Yan Hongfei looked for the address his mother had given him as soon as he arrived in France, but he was told that Yu Pingping had left three days ago.

He Jian glanced at Yu Pingping's circle of friends and told Yan Hongfei, "She has returned to China."

"What?! Did she do it on purpose?! Does she know how expensive the air ticket is?!" Yan Hongfei was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"Then when are you coming back?"

"I've been here all along, and it must be worth the fare. Let's talk about it after a few days of playing." Yan Hongfei felt very distressed.

"That's fine. I'll let you know if Yu Pingping has any news." He Jianwei used his thumb and forefinger to extinguish the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can.

As soon as he hung up Yan Lu Hongfei's phone call, he saw Lu Zhizhu's news.