Lie Ying: All the villains in my family have been reborn

Chapter 294 I really put my heart into it
She also wrote a small poem, of course, it was not her original one, it was found from the memory of her previous life, a poem that fits the painting.

"Fairy Crane" from Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty

The Jiaojiao fairy crane stays far away in the idle house.

Wandering in the secluded tree and moon, resounding in the small pavilion wind.

The Prime Minister's West Garden is good, and the pond is open to wild water.

I want to put it here in the future, and enjoy it with my guests.

Poetry and painting complement each other, which is very suitable for the occasion, and the old man can't put it down after seeing it.

"Okay, painting is good, poetry is also good."

The history of civilization praised repeatedly, "I wonder which master this poem and painting came from?"

Wen Nian: "Grandpa, I drew the paintings, and the poems quoted the works of ancient masters. I hope you don't think your paintings are bad."

Wen Nian looked at his mother softly and firmly, "If you don't want it, then I can only take it out and throw it away."

"Mom, this is yours, do you like it?"

Liu Xiangling lowered her hand to open the box, "It's the greatest gift for Mom to see you come back safely."

Facing his niece's admiration, Wen Nian asked gently, "It's very hard to learn this."

"You child, Mom doesn't want your gift."

As he said that, he got up and was about to go out.

Wen Sirui looked at her aunt whom she had just found with admiration, "Auntie, can you teach me?"

In fact, they don't care what their children give them, but this kind of heart is precious enough.

It looks like the smallest of these gifts, but those who know how to do it know that what is inside this kind of packaging is the most precious.

Although she said to see the situation first before deciding whether to admit relatives, she was also prepared for today's situation.

"Do you want to learn?"

What I gave my father was a high-precision telescope, which was brought back from the south by Deng Wenshu when he was arranging family affairs.

Wen Nian smiled gently, "You can abbreviate it as Huazi or Huazi."

The old lady was given a pair of wiped foreheads, one blue and one green, with a festive "Fu" character and a benevolent "Shou" character respectively inlaid with silver plates.

"It is both words and flowers."

"Wow~~ Oh, my aunt is so amazing, I really want to learn."

Smiling at his father, Wen Nian took out another exquisite, palm-sized blue velvet box from his bag.

"mom."

He had long planned to give his child a house and receive a tribute from his daughter, which he could still accept.

"Good girl, Dad likes your gift very much."

Hearing that this painting was drawn by his granddaughter as a novice, Civilization History couldn't help liking it even more, "Your painting has everyone's style, and grandpa likes it very much."

"As long as grandpa likes it."

In addition to the gifts from the two grandparents, Wen Nian also carefully prepared gifts for his parents.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Liu Xiangling quickly grabbed her, "Mom, why don't you accept it?"

"Okay, when I teach Xiner, you come and learn."

When Wen Qixing saw the gift from his daughter, his steely heart softened.

Seeing that the old man really liked it, Wen Nian couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

The children didn't recognize the words on it for a while, so they couldn't help but came together to read it carefully out of curiosity.

The old lady also liked this gift very much: "You are really caring, my grandma likes it very much."

"do not."

Wen Sirui fawningly took Wen Nian's hand and shook it coquettishly, "Are you okay? Auntie."

"Why not?"

"I'm not afraid of hard work, Auntie, teach me."

"Niangu, is this a word or a flower?"

"That's right, if you don't want my daughter's kindness, then I should be sad."

Hearing her let go, Wen Nian sat back on the chair, looked at his mother with a smile on his face, "Come on, I'll open it for you to have a look."

"it is good."

Seeing her daughter's cautious appearance, Liu Xiangling didn't dare to move, and looked at her smiling face gently.

(End of this chapter)