As Beautiful As Beijing / As Beautiful As You

Vol. 2 Cold Star - Ch. 10 Birthday Gifts

Ji Xing originally wanted to invite Han Ting to dinner, after all, he came for an ‘inspection’. But Han Ting said that he had something to do at home, so she didn't keep him.

Han Ting left Xingchen and went back to the west.

When he entered the courtyard, he glanced out the car window. It was late September, close to early autumn, and the trees in the courtyard were still in their last lush state.

It was the old man who wanted to see him. He went straight to the flower hall on the first floor after entering the house. When he passed the study, he saw Han Shicheng reading a book inside. The father and son looked at each other, and Han Shicheng said, "Come over first."

Han Ting went over and sat down, calling him dad.

Han Shicheng put down the book and said, "You haven't been home for more than a month. I think you are becoming more and more unruly."

Han Ting glanced at the bookshelf and didn't say anything at first. After a while, he said, "If you don't have any other instructions, I'll get up first." 

As he was about to get up, Han Shicheng said, "There is something serious. I heard from your second uncle that you and your sister are fighting fiercely. You are all family members, and you are fighting for things and making outsiders laugh."

Han Ting: "You tell her about this. In the past few years since I returned to China, she has made a lot of trouble for me openly and secretly. I have been polite to her. Next time the second uncle asks again, you go back and let her calm down."

Han Shicheng frowned and wanted to say something.

"Don't worry about my affairs." He said, and got up and left.

Han Shicheng sighed, there was nothing he could do to him.

His father was busy with work. Han Ting grew up with his grandfather and was not close to him. He was polite and well-educated. He never refuted or disobeyed his grandfather's lectures, but he turned his head and didn't listen to a word.

Fortunately, he was a good boy and didn't go astray. Occasionally, when he encountered something important, he would listen to the old man.

Han Ting walked into the flower hall. Han Yujian was wearing a blue shirt and standing in front of a rosewood table writing calligraphy.

Han Ting went over to take a look. The old man had just finished writing the word "一".

A simple stroke, vigorous and powerful.

Han Ting said, "Your skills are very good."

Han Yujian smiled warmly and said, "How long have you not written?"

"I think it's been more than half a year. I'm busy."

Han Yujian handed him the brush, Han Ting took it, walked to the table, frowned for a moment at the "one" on the white paper on the table, and wrote: "I want to leave with a wave of my hand." He stood up and took a look, and said, "It's far worse than yours."

He returned the brush to the old man and said, "What did you want to write at first?"

"A fishing boat and two little kids." The old man smiled like a child, and his wrinkles stretched out like ripples on the lake.

Han Ting was stunned, and then smiled again: "That's because I disturbed your peace."

"No problem." The old man picked up the brush and added the next sentence he left:
"I want to leave with a wave of my hand, and I am on a long march with a sword."

"I'll keep this calligraphy." Han Ting said, lifted the rice paper from the table and put it on the rattan table beside to dry.

Han Yujian spread the rice paper again, pressed the paperweight, smoothed it carefully, and said: "Did you encounter difficulties at work during your trip to Germany this time?"