C87 (1/2)

The old man saw the two of them clenching their fists, and chuckled, ”Master Lan Qian has not written for many years, but this time young man, your luck is good, a few days ago we just obtained a few paintings written by Master Lan Qian, we will take them out for you to see.”

”Thank you!” Huo Yaoting replied indifferently.

As he took the painting and sat on the carriage, Ye Xi finally could not hold it in anymore. Blinking his eyes in curiosity, he asked Huo Yaoting, ”Are you going to give this painting to my mother?”

Huo Yaoting said as he drove, ”Un, what do you think?

Ye Xi said, ”My mother likes Master Lan Qian's calligraphy very much, if you give it to her, she would like it.”

”That's good.” Huo Yaoting looked at her puzzled expression and smiled.

Ye Xi leaned back in her chair, her small hands holding onto the wrapped calligraphy and painting as she looked at them, but her small eyes were focused on Huo Yaoting.

Huo Yaoting snickered in his heart, and after a long while, he opened his mouth, ”Xiao Xi, what do you have to say, do not hold it in.”

”Ugh …”

After Ye Xi heard what he said, he did not hide it anymore and stared at him with wide eyes. ”Do you know that my mother likes the words Master Lan Qian?”

”Mm …” Huo Yaoting muttered to himself for a moment, then shook his head, ”I don't know.”

”You don't know?” Ye Xi frowned, a little disbelieving.

If he didn't know, why would he buy a calligraphy and painting? And he even mentioned his name to buy Master Lan Qian?

Could it be …

”Is this Master Lan Qian very famous in the world of calligraphy and paintings?” Ye Xi asked.

Not to mention that she was inexperienced, even though she liked to read books of old friends, she didn't have much interest in calligraphy and paintings.

Thus, he did not know how famous this Lan Qian actually was.

If it wasn't for the fact that her mother had his collection, she probably wouldn't have heard of the name Lan Qian until now.

Was the Uncle Lan famous in the world of calligraphy and painting?

Huo Yaoting truly did not know.

It was just a few days ago when he went to Lan's Mansion and saw Uncle Lan writing. He casually asked and found out that Uncle Lan was bored and wanted to look for him to write.

Then, he paid a little bit of attention to this calligraphy and painting department. The one they just went to.

”Is Master Lan Qian very famous?” Seeing that he did not say anything, Ye Xi thought that he did not hear it and asked again.

Huo Yaoting squinted his eyes, and seemed to 'absent-mindedly' as he replied, ”I think so.”

What do you mean, should... Right?

Ye Xi pursed his lips, but seeing that he did not want to continue talking to her, he did not ask further.

He leaned back on the car seat and started spinning the calligraphy and painting in his hands.

Huo Yaoting pursed his lips and took a glance at her; his double pupil was deep and serene.

Ye Family Apartment.

When Ye Xi and Huo Yaoting arrived, Xu Qiu and Aunt Wu was busy working in the kitchen. Seeing that they had arrived, Xu Qiu wiped off the water on his hands and walked out.

Xu Qiu liked to wear qipao, but the current her wore a simple and elegant qipao, which was at least as long as her knees.

Her hair was the same as Ye Xi's, she had long hair, and it was not shorter than Ye Xi's. However, in Ye Xi's memories, she did not like to let her hair down.

She was just like that, gentle and beautiful.

She walked up to Ye Xi with a smile, and seeing the thing in Ye Xi's hand, she could not help but raise her eyebrow: ”What is this?”

”Mom, this is a gift he gave you. Do you like it?” Ye Xi happily hooked his arm around Xu Qiu's arm, and brought a person's chosen calligraphy and painting in front of Xu Qiu as if he was offering a treasure.