Did the Queen’s Vest Fall Out?

Mr. Bai nodded: "Did you see any secrets?"

Ning Wanwan raised her eyelashes and said honestly: "I don't know much about this, but... Grandpa's handwriting is so beautiful!"

Mr. Bai raised his eyebrows, feeling very comfortable: "The little girl is honest!"

If Ning Wanwan said some Xifeng characters commonly used by literati, then he would suspect that Ning Wanwan was deliberately prepared! On the contrary, it is the simplest compliment that can prove the other person's innocence.

Ning Wanwan read for a while, then put down the calligraphy scroll and said with admiration: "Grandpa, can you write a calligraphy for Wanwan?"

Mr. Bai looked at her bright eyes and walked towards the desk with a smile: "Okay, what are you thinking about?"

Ning Wanwan thought deeply for a while: "Just write... peace for the rest of my life!"

Peace for a lifetime?

Mr. Bai heard Xiaobai mention some things about Wanwan. This girl had been really miserable in the past few years. The phrase "peace for the rest of her life" at this moment should be her expectation for the future, right?

He had just practiced calligraphy in the evening, and the ink was still wet on the inkstone. He wrote, and the soft tip of the pen was soaked with ink and danced vigorously on the paper.

Four words, written in one breath, penetrate the back of the paper.

Putting down the pen and waiting for the ink to dry, Mr. Bai raised his head and said, "How did you write?"

Ning Wanwan nodded: "That's great! Especially the word "Ning"... It seems as if it has been practiced many, many times. It flows smoothly and is very powerful. It feels like being protected!"

rather……

I have practiced many times...

The feeling of being protected...

This little girl...if he hadn't been convinced that she didn't know the past events of Ningjia Village, Mr. Bai would almost have thought that she was here to inquire.

There was no reply, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent.

Ning Wanwan pursed her lips: "Grandpa, did Wanwan say something wrong?"

Mr. Bai put his crutch in front of the table and leaned on it, and slowly sat down: "No, grandpa was thinking about other things just now and was distracted."

Ning Wanwan hummed, holding the paper and going out: "Then I won't disturb grandpa. Wanwan will treasure this calligraphy! When she returns to the village, she will frame it and hang it in the main room!"

Go back to the village? !

"Ningjia Village?" Mr. Bai blurted out.

Ning Wanwan blinked innocently, as if she didn't know anything: "Well, that's right. My sister said that she would send my grandma and I back to have a look after a while. We have been out for a long time. I wonder if people in the village still remember us. What?"

"Yeah, it's been a long time..." Mr. Bai was a little bitter. Can anyone remember him from the past?

Ning Wanwan glanced at the old man: "When I come back, I will bring some specialties from the village to grandpa~"

specialty?

Mr. Bai looked a little relaxed and subconsciously talked about that place: "Oh? What are the specialties there?"

Ning Wanwan raised the corners of her lips and suppressed a smile: "There are quite a lot. Most of the things can be bought outside. But... the fruits in the mountains are very rare! Ah, by the way, in July, there will be The mountain sweet potatoes are ripe!”

Upon hearing this word, Mr. Bai's expression changed.

Ning Wanwan seemed not to have seen it, and continued to describe: "It is buried in the ground, it is about the size of a thumb, round, and very sweet! When the time comes, I will go up the mountain to look for it and bring some back to grandpa?!"

"Mountain sweet potato?" Old Man Bai muttered, lost in memories, "Tawny skin, red flesh like figs..."

Dimples appeared on Ning Wanwan's face: "Eh? Grandpa knows that too? I was particularly greedy for that when I was a kid. Every July, my grandma would take me up the mountain to eat sweet potatoes."