The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

43.Childish words.

The old man of the Li family asked Hou Yan what he thought of the jade worm.

According to the status of Mr. Li and Hou Yan in the world of jade carving, even if Mr. Li asked casually, Hou Xiaojun still needs to answer cautiously.What's more, this elder's gaze is too heavy, so heavy that Hou Yan can hardly bear the expectation contained in it.

Hou Yan couldn't understand such expectations, but he could feel them clearly.

The blush on Hou Jia's face became more real, Qi Qi Ai Ai took out a notebook from the backpack that never left her body.That book is very ordinary, it is an ordinary sketchbook, but when held by Hou Jia's white and shiny fingers, it shows an extremely precious texture.

He wanted to hand it to Mr. Li himself, but the housekeeper who was waiting at the side took the picture book first and presented it to Mr. Li respectfully.

The so-called aristocratic demeanor made Hou Yan slightly speechless.

He didn't deliberately remind himself that he was good at the market, and the attitude of Hou Qi and the people around him didn't make him feel that he was out of place.However, no matter whether Hou Yan admits it or not, the gap in his bones has always existed. He can't deny his past, and he can't guarantee his future.

However, he didn't feel pain and embarrassment about it.This is the power that belongs to Hou Yan. Although it is not eye-catching, it will always radiate its own light in different positions.

Things presented by others are handed over by the housekeeper.This is the habit of the Li family, and there is no doubt about what the housekeeper did.But this time, Mr. Li glanced at the butler with some reproach, turned the ring on his middle finger, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Jiu'er, you don't need to do this."

Hou Yan stared at Old Man Li in a daze, but Old Man Li didn't say much, just gave him a kind glance, and then began to look down at the picture book in his hand.

The content in the picture book is nothing more than practicing pens in Hou Jia's spare time. It is a very thick book. If you read it from the beginning, you can see a person's growth and progress.From jerky to smooth lines, from simple copying to creation, every stroke on the thick book seems to confirm everything in the past few months of Hou Jia's rebirth.

The housekeeper turned on the lights in the front hall.Mr. Li began to read page by page carefully, Hou Yan deliberately turned to the page where he designed the jade worm, but Li Siheng quietly held his hand.Li Siheng held Hou Jia's cuff with his hand, motioning him not to move.

Subconsciously, Hou Yan obediently stayed where he was, waiting for Mr. Li's review like a primary school student whose homework was checked by the teacher.

The front hall of the Li family is upright and grand. As a meeting place, the front hall is simple and cold.Neatly placed wooden tables and chairs, antique antiques scattered on the antique racks, and a red plum tree carved from blood coral in the corner that looked as if it was on fire. In addition, the front hall of the Li family No more decorations.

Therefore, at this time, the rustling sound of paper became the only sound echoing in the front hall.

After a while, Mr. Li turned to the page where Hou Jia drew the draft of Yu Chong.Hou Jia didn't know the specific shape of the jade christ, but when his hands were itchy, he drew many drafts based on his childhood impressions and his own imagination.Mr. Li watched it patiently, without the slightest impatience.

Hou Jia's sketches about jade worms are very thick, and Mr. Li flipped through them page by page. When he came across a page occasionally, he would stretch out his fingers and unconsciously trace the outline in the air.

Since Li Siheng was reborn, he spent the longest time with his old man. He didn't know if his old man was satisfied with Hou Jia's design, but from the slightly raised corners of his mouth, it could be seen that his old man seemed to be in a good mood.

The drafts related to the jade worms soon came to an end, because Hou Yan’s recent main energy is around the idea of ​​these jade worms, and the remaining few pages of drafts are also related to the dragon stone jadeite, so it’s very big, Li The old man finished looking through Hou Jia's sketchbook.

With a "click", Mr. Li put Hou Jia's drawing on the table.

"Grandpa. How is it?" Li Siheng, who was standing by the side, asked.His little boy cared a lot about his grandfather's evaluation, and Li Siheng knew this without carefully observing Hou Yan's expression.

In fact, Hou Yan, who was standing aside, was already sweating on his hands, so nervous that he couldn't speak.

After all, looking at the entire jade carving world, how many people can get the guidance of Li Zhan in person?And such a legend in the jade carving world, which is the ideal of almost all jade carving masters, is right in front of him, and what he holds in his hand is his draft.Even though Hou Yan felt that his nerves were strong, he couldn't help but start to get nervous.

Master Li smiled at Hou Jia, but shook his head.

Picking up the tea in hand and taking a sip, old man Li said, "This kid is very lucky, and his writing skills are not bad, but if he really gets these jade worms, it will be ruined."

This was very merciless, after Mr. Li finished speaking, he began to drink tea by himself, but if he pushed away the curling tea smoke, he could see him staring at Hou Jia's eyes from the corner of his eye.

Hou Jia took a deep breath, and then exhaled.The air current blew up the broken hair on his forehead, exposing the youth's smooth forehead for a moment, and continuing to cover it for a moment.

For such a result, he was mentally prepared.He is more sober than anyone else and cares about his own level, so he understands that even after these months of rigorous training and the baptism of the Myanmar party, he has only reached the level of his previous life.

Life and death go through a round, but there is no progress.Sometimes, Hou Yan laughed at himself like this.But behind the self-mockery, he was not without frustration.

Mr. Li's words were ruthless, but it made Hou Jia sober.

He is not willing to just restore the level of his previous life. In this life, he has more sensitive fingers and a more favorable environment, so he must strive for the peak.Mr. Li's eyes were vicious, and his words were merciless, but Hou Yan was convinced.

He put the notebook on the side of Mr. Li back into the bag, bowed slightly to Mr. Li, and said, "Grandpa, what you said is that my current level is indeed not good. If I want to reach the level of being able to carve this jade worm, I must at least It will take ten years."

Hou Yan's words are to the point, which is completely different from the previous somewhat silly image.Li Siheng rarely looked at Hou Jia in a daze, somehow felt that his little boy had grown up, unknowingly, in a place he didn't know, but with his expectations for him, Gradually grew up.

Mr. Li glanced at his grandson whose expression was changing, and smiled at Hou Jia, "Ten years?"

Hou Yan nodded cautiously.

Mr. Li fiddled with the saddle ring on his hand, and after a long time said softly, "Well, if you find out by yourself, it will indeed take ten years. But if it grows under my nose, maybe five years will be enough." His voice was very soft, In the empty front hall, it seemed like iron nails had fallen to the ground.

Hou Yan's eyes lit up, but then they dimmed bit by bit with disappointment, and finally bowed to Grandpa Li as if he didn't hear Mr. Li's broken words.Although it is a bit regrettable, people always have to rely on some stubborn persistence to be able to go on.

And Hou Yan doesn't think he is noble, but his master is like this, so he can't be betrayed.If he grows up under Mr. Li's nose, although it will be a rare opportunity for young people in the jade carving world, it is inevitable that he will worship Mr. Li as his teacher.He already has a teacher, but Hou Yan doesn't think that just a round of life and death can sever his relationship with his master.

Therefore, he must refuse.Even if that rejection brings irreparable regret.

Mr. Li frowned, wanting to say something.But suddenly, he caught a glimpse of his grandson, who was used to being silent, waving his hand gently to him. Out of a kind of tacit understanding between grandparents, the old man finally didn't ask any questions.

Putting aside Li Siheng, and putting aside all his past and entanglements, Mr. Li really thinks that Hou Jia is a child with aura and solid foundation.However, just like an adult child who is found to have strange bones and is suitable for martial arts, without the guidance of an expert, it will be difficult for him to make progress.

I don't know what exactly happened to Hou Jia, but Li Zhan, who has been immersed in the world of jade carving all year round, can tell at a glance that there is a huge fault in Hou Jia's writing.There is aura and skills, but it lacks the feeling created by years of practice.That feeling is erratic, hidden in every tactful notch.

However, for every jade carver, this feeling is even more important than skill.Without it, all works are castles in the air.

The reason why the grasp of this feeling is easy to be ignored is that it does not need to be cultivated intentionally, and it will be revealed naturally as the jade carvers get older.Because it is so common, it is easy to be ignored.

Hou Yan vaguely understood this, but he was helpless.

There is a saying that it is too late to read books in this life.Qi Mo once used this sentence to describe Hou Jia, saying that his talent was brought from his previous life.Although the teacher came from an unknown name, he was right in one sentence.Hou Yan has practiced hard with his own master for many years, but the young master of the Hou family has never used a carving knife before he came, so now Hou Yan can bluff laymen, even jade carvers of the same generation, but when it comes to Li In front of such a respected and respected old jade carver as the old man, his true colors were revealed.

What Mr. Li wants to teach Hou Jia is exactly how to race against the years, how to quickly cultivate this feeling that can only be honed over time.

The child still had concerns, but Mr. Li didn't force it.At his age, few things can make him impatient and demanding.Although the current situation is a bit tricky, after he discusses it with his grandson, he can always find a solution.

Look at the sky, it's almost time for dinner, Mr. Li left the meal.After living in Li's house for five years, there is no need for Hou Jia to refuse a meal or something.So, after he thanked them, everyone moved to the restaurant.

The dishes for dinner have been fully prepared, but the host has not arrived, and only a few wall lamps are left in the dining room.In the dim environment, Hou Yan saw a person sitting at the dining table.

The man's movements were casual, with his chin resting on one hand, and the slightly long hair fell to the side of his face, adding a touch of softness to him.But if you look closely, this person's facial features are very similar to Li Siheng's.

However, the moment those half-closed eyes swept towards Hou Jia, Hou Jia felt a chill inexplicably.

Li Siheng pushed Hou Jia behind his back, nodded slightly to the man at the table, and called out, "Second Uncle."

Sitting at the table was a man in a black shirt, who was only a few years older than Li Siheng, but was deprived of his inheritance rights by Li Zhan, Li Siheng's second uncle, Li Zetian.

The atmosphere around the dining table suddenly cooled down.

The author has something to say: The second uncle is not a male supporting role, so he won't like Xiao Jiuer ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Read it a hundred times silently with my uncle [Little Jiuer is not Jiekesu, Xiaojiuer is not Jiejiesu...]

And, good night, my dear girl.Playing tennis and meetings today, I'm exhausted, I'm going to sleep~