Chapter 1149 ·Father

Bai Rongxuan nodded, "What are you going to do, grandma?"

Aunt Qi said, "Go and grab some medicine for the young master and cook it back. As the weather changes, the young master is also feeling uncomfortable. His cough has become more severe in the past few days."

Bai Rongxuan said nervously, "Have you seen the doctor?"

Aunt Qi said authentically, "After a long illness, a doctor can treat it. For a minor problem like this, the eldest lady can start prescribing it."

Mrs. Shi still knows medical skills?

Bai Rongxuan was a little shocked.

As if she had guessed what she was thinking, Aunt Qi said with a smile, "For the sake of the eldest young master, I have to understand even if I don't understand. It has not been easy for the eldest wife these years, so she gritted her teeth and persevered."

Bai Rongxuan said, "So that's it, then go quickly and don't waste time."

Aunt Qi responded and politely stepped aside. After Bai Rongxuan led the people over, she quickly left.

Bai Rongxuan returned to Qizitang, and the gatekeeper said, "Master Zhi is back? Miss Forsythia came first, and asked me to tell you that the old lady from the Xia family is here again, so that you don't have to go to Yinfeng Pavilion."

Mrs. Xia is here again?

You come so diligently.

Bai Rongxuan said, "I understand, thank you very much."

The mother-in-law sent her away with a smile on her face.

Back at Ruyi Restaurant, Xiaozao sent someone to bring lunch. When he opened the food box, he didn't expect that there was a bowl of braised pork in it.

Aunt Fang smiled and said, "Now everyone in the world knows that Master Zhi likes to eat braised pork."

They were all harmed by Min Liu!

Bai Rongxuan said in disgust, "Stay farther away, I don't want to take a bite."

Aunt Fang looked very surprised.

Bai Rongxuan explained patiently, "No matter how delicious the food is, you will get tired of it if you eat it every day."

After lunch, Xiao Yuan helped Bai Rongxuan take a nap. When she woke up again, it was already afternoon. Bai Rongxuan sent Wu Jie to the manager of Yinfeng Pavilion to inquire. As a result, Mrs.

The old books brought back from the pavilion.

These books have been read by Bai Yuanpei, and they have his annotations on them.

Know people by words.

My father's handwriting is strong and powerful, and his writing style is bold and bold. At first glance, he shows that he is a broad-minded person.

It was originally an ordinary book, but he found unique insights from the boring sentences. Bai Rongxuan flipped through a few pages of the book at first, and then simply concentrated on reading her father's annotations.

Suddenly, she seemed to be closer to her father.

Bai Rongxuan quickly finished reading one book, and couldn't wait to take out another one. Unfortunately, there were not many comments from her father, just a few pens, and she was obviously not very interested in the content of the book.

Out of curiosity, Bai Rongxuan read a few pages of the book.

As expected, the words and sentences are old-fashioned and jerky, and the content the author wants to express is even more mediocre.

Even she can't stand it, so it's no wonder her father doesn't like it.

I didn't expect my father to be quite picky.

Bai Rongxuan hurriedly opened the third book.

This one has obviously more annotations, and there are two sycamore leaves sandwiched in it for bookmarks.

Did your father collect this?

Bai Rongxuan carefully picked up the dry leaves and stared at the lines on them in trance. As if separated by two spaces, Bai Rongxuan saw her young father picking up two sycamore leaves under the tree with his own hands, and then sandwiched them among the pages of the book.

Xiao Yuan happened to come to deliver tea. When she saw the sycamore leaves, she smiled and said, "Huh? Where did you find this? We also have many sycamore trees near the West Lake. Did you pick them there?"

West Lake?

Bai Rongxuan suddenly thought of the first meeting between her father and mother, a scene she had heard countless times from Mrs. Tang and her mother.

Even though it was just a quick glance, the appearance of that stunningly beautiful girl was still imprinted in my father's heart, and he could never let it go again.

For the sake of his mother, he overcame all difficulties and finally embraced the beauty.

If my father hadn't died young, this would have been a good story.

Could it be that these two sycamore leaves were picked up by my father near the West Lake?

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Bai Rongxuan couldn't believe it.

But she didn't know that these two leaves were picked up by Bai Yuanpei on the day when he first met Tang's family while playing by the West Lake. He even specially picked up two leaves. From that moment on, love was already in his heart.

Mengsheng, no matter how bumpy the road ahead is, he knows that he can no longer extricate himself.

This was her father's relic, and Bai Rongxuan carefully put it back into the book.

She quickly read through all the books Wu Jie brought.

She has lacked her father's love since she was a child. Everything about her father has to be learned from other people's mouths. However, because of Tang's syndrome, no one dares to mention her father. Bai Rongxuan has been sensible since she was a child. Even if she is curious, she never

I dared to take the initiative to ask, for fear of making my mother feel uncomfortable recalling the past.

This is probably the closest she has ever been to her father in her life.

She flipped through the book again, carefully reading every word of her father's words. A certain corner of her heart felt as soft as a flood, and the slightest movement would spread the complicated emotions throughout her body.

Bai Rongxuan had an idea and suddenly wanted to copy her father's handwriting.

She asked Xiao Yuan to help her grind and cut paper, and started to write according to her father's handwriting. Unfortunately, some things looked easy, but in reality they were extremely difficult and complicated to implement. Especially her father's handwriting was unusual.

Difficult to learn.

After hearing the news, Aunt Fang also came to help. Seeing that Bai Rongxuan was frowning and still couldn't find the trick, she smiled and said, "The third master was enlightened at the age of five and literate at the age of six. Even famous calligraphers were amazed by his good calligraphy.

Not that easy to learn."

The more she said this, the more she aroused Bai Rongxuan's desire to win.

If her father can write it, she can definitely do it.

She carefully studied the writing style and rules of her father's writing.

Unfortunately, the annotations are so small that it is not easy to read them clearly.

Aunt Fang suggested, "I remember that the old lady kept a lot of Third Master's pen and ink in his warehouse. Why don't we take it back and study it? Can't we see it more clearly than these small characters?"

Bai Rongxuan said in surprise, "Really?"

Aunt Fang said, "I remembered it. I will go to the old man's garden and ask Manager Hu to help open the warehouse door and look for it."

But when she thought of going to Mrs. Bai's garden, Bai Rongxuan hesitated and said, "Is this good? You won't let anyone say anything, right?"

"Third Master's calligraphy and paintings are naturally left to you. What can I say?" Aunt Fang said, "Just don't worry, I don't dare to touch those things that cause trouble."

Bai Rongxuan nodded, and Aunt Fang hurried out the door. After a while, she rushed back with many calligraphy and paintings, "Master Zhi, take a look. These are all written by the third master before. See if they are useful."

When I told Manager Hu, he opened the warehouse without saying a word. I only found so much in a hurry. I will look for it slowly later."

Bai Rongxuan was surprised and happy, and started to calligraphy and painting excitedly.

When the father's calligraphy is enlarged, it is indeed more impressive. If his uncle saw it, he would probably give it a compliment.

Looking at the time marked in the lower left corner, it should have been written before the father got married.

Aunt Fang said, "The third master studied very hard when he was young and was very talented. Otherwise, how could the old man like him so much?"

Bai Rongxuan hurriedly looked at the next picture.

She didn't expect that her father not only wrote well, but also painted very beautifully.

Figures in the distant mountains, hearts near the water.

This broad artistic conception made Bai Rongxuan's eyes light up.

There are two lines of poetry written on the upper right side of the painting - The victorious sun makes the garden small, the west wind makes the orange and pomelo grow long.

Bai Rongxuan had never read it and didn't know the source for a while. But when she saw the word "Xuan", her nose suddenly became sore.

It's your own name.

It turns out that somewhere, my father had written his name many years ago.

Bai Rongxuan was overjoyed and determined to copy her father's handwriting.
Chapter completed!