Chapter 225 Hang in my room

Author: Floating Life

He looked at the main seat and recognized that the man was himself, with gray hair and a little hunched over, but his face was smiling, with glasses on his face, and his crutches next to him. There was a sumptuous meal on the table, and the family sat around a round table. Jian was standing fortunately, and she happened to run in from outside, holding an apple in her hand.

She smiled cutely, her eyebrows were curved, her little fangs and dimples were leaking out. Huan Geng was so happy that she seemed to be rushing over to say something to everyone. Yan Sheng was in Yan Weimin's arms, and Yan Weiming was sitting on the right side of the old man. Yan Sheng was holding a spoon in his hand, as if he wanted to feed the old man soup.

Yan Xing put his hands on the back of the chair, just to prepare for the position of taking the seat. His face slightly tilted, looking towards Jian Xingxing, his lips slightly opened, as if he was talking to Jian Xingxing. There were Yan Weili, Yan Kun, Ye Yi, and Zheng Xiuxiu, and in addition to them, he added a few more people.

The old man couldn't help pushing his glasses closer. He looked carefully and found that there were five people on it, two men and three women. These people were quite old. Some of them had all turned white and gray, older than him, and some had a little gray hair, looking a little younger than him. No matter where they were, they looked at him in the main position without exception, as if they were congratulating him with a smile.

The old man saw the faces of these people clearly and burst into tears. He took off his glasses and covered his eyes and kept nodding.

"You have the intention, I like this painting very much."

The old man was so moved that he covered his face and cried bitterly. In addition to Yan Weimin's parents, the people on the painting also included the parents of the Yan Jinqu brothers and his deceased wife. Now the family is really neat. No wonder it is called a family photo, not a birthday picture.

Ye Yi and the other two were also a little shocked. The family had prepared gifts, but they were prepared so carefully that they compared the couple to the ground. Moreover, his creativity was indeed very good. Not only did he draw all the relatives who were not here, but his paintings were also vivid.

I have to say that the people in the painting are very cute. Although the style is a bit strange and not the style they have seen, the people in the painting are very vivid and realistic. Ye Yi recognized at a glance who was her leaving mother-in-law.

"Grandpa, stop crying. Don't you like this gift we gave you?"

Jian Xingxing tilted his head in confusion, not quite understanding why the old man cried for so long. Even if he was moved, he wouldn't have to cry so badly. Jian Xingxing couldn't help but wonder if they made the old man feel sad?

"I like it, I must like it. I want to hang this painting in my room and watch it every day. This is the most satisfying gift I have received over the years. Put the painting in my room first and don't get dirty."

The old man wiped away his tears and said impatiently that he even wanted to hang the painting on the wall of his room now.

"Okay, I'll put it in your room now."

Yan Weimin nodded with a smile, took away the painting, and then Zheng Xiuxiu took out a slender little black box.

"This gift is also given to you by us, it is a fountain pen."

Zheng Xiuxiu respectfully gave him the gift, and the heart is his heart, and the gift is his gift. They did not think it was rude at all. What's more rude? Compared with the two of them, they didn't know who was the biological son. The nephew and niece-in-law prepared two gifts, but the biological son, but the daughter-in-law didn't even have a gift. The old man shook his head and looked down on the couple. As expected, people just couldn't compare.

"Okay, I've accepted the pen, you are willing to do it. You know you are filial. Let me sit down and have a meal together. Let me taste your skills. I haven't eaten the meal you cooked for a long time."

Of course, Ye Yi was not cooking. The family has always hired people to cook, but they were just not popular before. They just made people cook and then left. It was a long-term cooperation. Yan Weimin's family would help cook when they lived here. Later, they moved away, and it was the aunt who was cooking.

The old man didn’t say he was tired of eating, but the food he cooked at his family was different from what others cooked.

"Uncle, if you like it, I will come here often for you in the future."

It’s okay to be honest with the people that it doesn’t matter, or it’s done to send them to them. The old man has kindness to their family, and he remembers it in his heart.

"That's not necessary. You guys go to work and school, and you're also busy."

The old man smiled, but Ye Yi and Yan Weili were a little unable to sit still. They didn't dare to speak at the table all the time, and they didn't even dare to look at the old man, for fear of being scolded again.

Originally, Jian Xingxing, Yan Sheng and Yan Nan had prepared some small performances to cheer up the old man's birthday, but Zheng Xiuxiu saw something was wrong with this family. She felt that something seemed to be inside, so she winked on a few children and signaled that she would not do it. The children were smart and immediately understood what Zheng Xiuxiu meant, so they did not clamor for the performance.

Just chattering while making the old man happy.

The meal was considered harmonious. After the meal, Ye Yi and Yan Weili and his wife sat together for a rare time and spoke calmly. The two of them were discussing how to make up for the old man.

"What gift do you think you can give your father to make him less angry? Since Dad likes that painting so much, otherwise we will find someone to make a painting? We will also draw a family portrait. No, this won't work. The old man already has a painting, with pearls and jade in front. Even if we give it to him, he will definitely not be happy, otherwise we will let someone draw a portrait for his mother to give it to his father?"

This idea seems to be OK, but it is too troublesome to draw. They would better fill in the gift this afternoon and make people hurriedly draw it. The drawing may not be the same. And it looks cheap, so it is not good.

"Please give me something else."

Yan Weijuju denies this option.

Ye Yi racked his brains and couldn't think of any good gifts. Giving birthday gifts to the old man every year has been a problem.

"Don't dad like to drink? Otherwise, I'd give him a bottle of wine and make him happy."

"No, my dad is old, how can he let him drink again?"

Yan Weili frowned and denied it again. After thinking about it a few times, Yan Weili was not satisfied and Ye Yi was also annoyed.

"Then what do you think you want to give it to? This is your dad, not my dad. If you have the ability, you think of one by yourself. Don't count on me every time."
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