Old Mr. Mu’s smile grew even wider as he ca down from upstairs, "Ran, did you pick out this brush yourself, or did Xingfeng help you choose it? Or did soone else pick it out for you?"
Though they were all big lan bamboo wolf hair brushes, brushes of the sa price had different feels. The brush An Ran gave was of moderate hardness, the brush tip sharp and even, the waist strong, and it felt great in the hand—a clear sign it was chosen by an expert.
"Grandpa, I chose this brush myself," An Ran answered truthfully. She had so knowledge of calligraphy brushes and didn’t need soone else to help her pick one.
"You know how to write?" Old Mr. Mu’s "write" referred to calligraphy. Nowadays, not many young people could write calligraphy.
"I’ve learned for a period, but I’m not very good," An Ran did study calligraphy for a few years. When she returned to the An Family, An Sijia had several extracurricular classes, and An Youcai felt guilty towards his adopted daughter, wanting to enroll her in so classes as well.
Probably Sun Xuehui did not want to see her every weekend, so she agreed but only allowed enrolling in a calligraphy class. The reason was simple; compared to those dance or music classes, calligraphy was the cheapest.
However, An Ran had a great talent for calligraphy. She already had good handwriting, and practicing calligraphy ca naturally to her. After three years of study, her writing was better than those who had practiced for over ten years. Her calligraphy teacher praised her constantly.
Upon hearing this, Old Mr. Mu was even more satisfied, "Good, show your writing later."
"Alright, old man, sit down and eat. The children are hungry," Grandma Mu urged from the side, then asked the three of them, "Why didn’t you take a plane back? Junyang must be tired driving all the way. Co sit down and eat more."
"Brother Yang wanted to test his endurance, so he drove us all the way back," Xiao Xiao relayed Lin Junyang’s words to the Mu Family.
Lin Junyang picked up so food with his chopsticks and stuffed it directly into Xiao Xiao’s mouth, "Eat your al properly, nobody treats you as a mute."
Who did he painstakingly drive long-distance for? This guy actually acted like he had taken advantage of the situation.
Xiao Xiao chewed a couple of bites instinctively, and the next second she jumped up, "So spicy, so spicy..."
Saying that, she dashed towards the bathroom.
The people at the table looked at Xiao Xiao heading to the bathroom, then at Lin Junyang, Mu Wanxin had her mouth wide open, enough to fit an egg.
Lin Junyang realized he was at the Mu Family’s dining table, and awkwardly cleared his throat, "Don’t worry about her, she’s just a fool."
"Xiao Xiao is straightforward and lively. As an old woman, I think she’s quite adorable," Grandma Mu said with a chuckle, her eyes twinkling.
After this initial shock, Xiao Xiao didn’t say another word for the rest of the al, quietly eating dinner.
During the al, the Mu Family occasionally asked An Ran and Mu Xingfeng about their situation in Nan’an. They learned that An Ran had lived with the Guard Team for a while, and Grandma Mu’s face was full of affection. He Yushu kept nodding.
Previously, they always felt the young girl seed a bit distant with their son (grandson). She was probably just shy. Now, hearing that An Ran had stayed with the Guard Team, if it weren’t for her still being in school, she might have followed Mu Xingfeng all the ti. Realizing this, they felt completely at ease.
After dinner, Lin Junyang said his goodbyes and headed ho. Before leaving, he glanced at the sofa corner where Xiao Xiao was sitting, chatting with Big Sister Mu Wanxin, and then pulled his gaze away.
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