Mo Fei was now worried that if she was not at home, would Yang Yi be able to deal with her father?
However, she seemed to be worrying too much. At this moment, Yang Yi and Mo Henian were talking loudly in the study.
Yang Yi's study was very spacious and bright during the day. The spring breeze gently swayed the muslin curtains, creating circles of ripples. The white mist from the boiling mountain spring water also added a lot of color to the room.
It was different from the first day when Mo Henian was extremely displeased with Yang Yi. Today, although Mo Henian still had a straight face, his tone was not very harsh. Moreover, he was more gentle as he instructed Yang Yi to use a different cup lid brewing method to make tea for him.
"This requires a lot of technique. Look at me. When pouring, the position of the cup lid, what kind of strength and angle do you use to prevent the tea leaves from falling out? Also, how can the tea be poured smoothly and not scalded?"
Mo Henian taught seriously. Yang Yi was also engrossed in learning. He did not hold back. He really did not know how to make tea like the old man taught him. He had only seen it on television before.
However, Yang Yi understood tea. His body was nimble and he learned quickly. Not long after, he could use three fingers to complete the operation of pouring tea. His thumb and middle finger pinched the edge of the bowl, and his index finger gently clasped the cup lid.
Seeing that Yang Yi was learning well, Mo Henian was also relieved. However, he did not fake his words and did not give any praise. Instead, he said indifferently, "You have to change this cup. The cup lid and the edge of the lid have to be wider. The lid also has to be higher. Otherwise, it will be easy to burn your hand."
"Mm, later, I'll go and pick a better one." Yang Yi nodded his head smoothly. With his level, it was basically impossible for him to burn his hand.
Mo Henian drank two mouthfuls of tea. His addiction to smoking came up. He took out a polished pipe from his chest. This was given to him by Yang Yi yesterday. Initially, Mo Henian didn't want to accept it, but Murphy persuaded him. Moreover, the pipe was indeed not bad. It was said that it was made from the roots of a sixty-year-old Phoebe Phoebe.
It was all handmade, with complete patterns and no flaws. Its appearance was polished as exquisite as agate. Not to mention Old Master Li, even Xi Xi felt that it was a beautiful toy when she saw it. She wanted it!
Mo Henian smoked a cigarette while drinking tea. Then, he flipped through "Journey by Night".
This book was the one mentioned in the news a few days ago, which made him have a deeper prejudice against Yang Yi. Coincidentally, he saw a sample book in Yang Yi's bookshelf, so he took it down to read.
Through what he had seen and heard with his own eyes, Mo Henian felt that Yang Yi was not as bad as he had imagined. At least, he could not find the existence of the "devil" mentioned in the news.
Therefore, Grandpa Sheng really wanted to find out where the "devil" mentioned in the book that was mentioned in the newspaper was.
But as he read, Mo Henian began to sink deeper into the plot described in the book, as well as the oppressive social situation. He frowned, and from time to time, revealed a thoughtful expression.
"Have you lived in Taiwan before?" Mo Henian finally couldn't hold back and asked.
"No, I've never been out to sea." Yang Yi shook his head.
"Then how do you know so much about Taiwan's situation in that era?" Mo Henian asked suspiciously. "The book introduced unfinished buildings, single-parent families, the living difficulties of single mothers like Xi Wendai, and this!"
The page Mo Henian flipped open was the plot of Xiao Yicheng and Jiang Li at the beginning of their relationship. The hairstyle he was referring to, "medium-long hair with bangs on the forehead and hair pulled back on both sides" was one of the more popular hairstyles for women in Taiwan during that era.
"It's hard to describe these without any experience!" Mo Henian said. But for some reason, he looked at Yang Yi with a much friendlier gaze.
Perhaps it was because he felt the same way?
When he read this novel, he was deeply moved. This was because the time period described in the novel was when he was still studying in Taiwan. At a young age, he had experienced the bursting of Taiwan's economic bubble and the bankruptcy of countless enterprises. He had experienced the confusion and chaos of Taiwan. He had also seen the dark examples of people forgetting their family and humanity for the sake of pursuing profits.
"Uncle, I was still very young in the era you're talking about. Furthermore, I was still living in the countryside in Anqing. How could I have experienced it?" Yang Yi smiled. "I just read some books and carefully studied the social situation of Taiwan at that time."
Yang Yi even took out close to ten books about Taiwan's social studies from the bookshelf in the study room for Mo Henian to read.
After reading so many books, Mo Henian was 80% convinced. But he still wanted to nitpick and test Yang Yi, so he asked, "In the early 1980s, there was a serious mass suicide in Taiwan that shook the world. Do you know about it?"
Yang Yi nodded. "I know. It was because the stock prices plummeted and they were heavily in debt. They couldn't accept it, so the six members of the Baonan family committed suicide with gas …"
As if they had found a common topic, Mo Henian and Yang Yi started discussing the social situation in Taiwan. Mo Henian's satisfaction with Yang Yi gradually increased.
As for the "devil" side of Yang Yi that was described in the entertainment newspapers, Mo Henian was, after all, a high-level intellectual. How could he not see that it was just a dramatic description? He wouldn't deny an author's character based on the content of a work.
…
In the afternoon, Springfield Kindergarten was holding a fun sports event. Yang Yi invited Mo Henian to watch Xi Xi's competition. At first, the old man was reserved for a while, but when he remembered that it was his granddaughter's competition, Mo Henian pretended to be impatient and said, "Let's go! I don't want you to nag in my ear! "
Although he was reluctant to go, the old man had dressed up meticulously before going out. He wore a Hawaiian-style shirt with coconut tree prints on it. He didn't wear a windbreaker, only a wide scarf with Indian patterns. He wore jeans, riding boots, and a white cowboy hat on his head. As he appeared on the streets of China, he always attracted a lot of attention — this old man didn't want to be too fashionable!
When Mo Henian appeared at Springfield Kindergarten, he immediately replaced Yang Yi as the children's new favorite. However, the children didn't throw themselves at him like they did with Yang Yi. They just surrounded him curiously, and their innocent eyes revealed a look of worship.
It was the first time they had seen someone dressed like this. The hat, scarf, and boots were all very novel. Murmurs of "so cool" rose and fell one after another.
"This is my Grandpa, my Grandpa!" Xi Xi squeezed out from among her friends and jumped into her Grandpa's arms with joy. Then, she proudly introduced him to the other children.
Xi Xi didn't wear a skirt today. She wore a hoodie and sweatpants. The wine-red color and the bright texture of cotton wool made her look very lively. Of course, the most important thing was that the little girl's arms and legs were thin and long. No matter what clothes she wore, she looked very slim and beautiful. She didn't look bloated at all.
Chen Shiyun shouted in the crowd, "Xi Xi, isn't your Grandpa fierce? I don't think he's fierce at all. He's very handsome! "
Mo Henian's old face that had been tense for a few days couldn't hold it in anymore. He couldn't help but smile after being praised by the little girl. He pulled down the brim of his hat and gave Chen Shiyun a cowboy bow, saying, "This little girl is knowledgeable. Not bad, not bad!"
"How is Grandpa fierce? Grandpa has always been nice! "Mo Henian didn't forget to gently pat Xi Xi's little butt in his arms and said a little reproachfully.
"Hehe!" The little girl leaned on Mo Henian's shoulder and laughed a little embarrassedly.
"It's super cool! Grandpa, can I wear your hat? "Chen Shiyun plucked up her courage and asked while jumping up and down.
"I want to wear it too. I like this hat too!" Lan Xin squeezed into the crowd and hurriedly shouted.
Xi Xi got down from her Grandpa's arms and squeezed in front of him to help him maintain order, "You can't wear it together. You have to line up one by one."
"Okay then …"
Being so popular, Mo Henian was naturally very proud. The sullen feeling of being defeated by Yang Yi at home was swept away. He generously took off his hat and handed it to the children, not forgetting to glance at Yang Yi.
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