He Tianran benefited a lot from an open class on archeology.
After class, Cao Fengyao was surrounded by archeology students to answer questions. He Tianran and Cao Aiqing waited patiently in their original seats.
While waiting, He Tianran had nothing to do and asked out of curiosity: "Ai Qing, why didn't you study archeology with your dad? Or history, literature, etc. It feels like it would be suitable for you."
"Your father is also a businessman, so why did you learn to be a director instead of..."
Cao Aiqing held his delicate chin with one hand and was about to subconsciously refute, but he realized mid-sentence that He Tianran was now a student in the Department of Finance.
She put her hand down, knowing that the man next to her was just looking for words, so she said seriously:
"He Tianran, what do you think of my dad's class?"
"It's very good. A student from a foreign department like me can listen to this boring history with great interest. And in terms of conversational skills, Uncle Cao is a very typical intellectual. For such gentle and gentle people, I have a good impression of the humble elder, not to mention the appearance of my uncle, he must have been very charming when he was young, right?"
He Tianran joked seriously. He didn't mean to flatter Cao's father, because after this class, this was his impression of Cao Fengyao.
The girl looked at her father on the podium and asked softly: "How does it compare to you?"
"Uh, what does this mean?"
"Because during this period of time, your certain calm state while working in the library reminded me of my father."
Hearing this answer, He Tianran laughed and said: "It's definitely incomparable. What's my uncle's level and what's my level? Maybe it's just that I'm a little more literary in my life, which gives you the illusion of deja vu, because when it comes to connotation and demeanor, I am Dao Xing is undoubtedly a typical example of how a tiger cannot be compared to a dog."
The man's self-deprecating remarks did not make Cao Aiqing too concerned. The girl just said slowly:
"My dad is indeed a good teacher, a good husband, and a good father, but after all, no one is perfect, right?"
He Tianran heard something in her words and carefully asked: "Ai Qing, you..."
Cao Aiqing then turned to look at him and said in a deep voice: "He Tianran, I think my dad is gray..."
"..."
The man was speechless for a moment.
He looked at Cao Fengyao who was talking to his classmates on the podium with a kind face. He knew very well how much Cao Aiqing loved his family. The girl had said more than once that her family was the role model in her life.
"Uncle Cao...will I ever be sorry for you in the future?"
Cao Aiqing shook his head: "No, my father has always cherished me. As I said, he is a good father."
"Then why did you..."
Cao Aiqing hesitated for a while, lowered his head and said:
"I have always listened to my father's words, but maybe it's because my father said a few good words to Guo Huai that I made up my mind to accept Guo Huai's confession... I know I can't blame him, He is doing it for my own good, and Guo Huai is indeed a good person, but..."
The girl sighed faintly, "It's just... I may still be a little depressed in my heart."
He Tianran was stunned.
There is no right or wrong in this kind of thing. Without time travel, who can tell what will happen in the future?
"When you called me here today, it shouldn't just be as simple as my uncle naming me to see me, right? If that's the case, you can just excuse it and say that I have something to do and can't come."
He Tianran quickly understood another purpose of coming here.
Cao Aiqing stated a fact: "In this timeline, you have obviously replaced Guo Huai's position in my father's heart."
"Understood, what do you want me to do now? Make Uncle Cao hate me and not give him a chance to bring us together? Or should I make my position clear directly and tell him that we are just friends and have no other ambiguous thoughts?"
Cao Aiqing frowned: "What's the difference?"
The man said solemnly: "Of course there is. The former is equivalent to taking strong medicine and completely giving up your thoughts. My uncle will probably not bother you with any nice things to say about me. The latter is just a slow simmer. After all, we will still have There are other things to resolve. Let uncle know when we meet in the future. At least it won’t feel awkward. Anyway, their respective advantages are each other’s shortcomings."
Cao Aiqing thought for a while and murmured:
"You decide for yourself, I just want my father to restore color in my eyes..."
He Tianran paused, then nodded and said solemnly:
"It will definitely happen, don't worry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Fengyao's hearty voice came over.
"Tranquility, what do you want Qingqing to worry about?"
A pair of young people who were still sitting in their seats immediately stood up.
"dad……"
"uncle!"
Unlike He Tianran, who was always calm and calm, Cao Aiqing's expression became a little shy when he was suddenly called a nickname by his elders, and his answer became more serious. He seemed to be complaining that he was such an old man, so he shouldn't call him that in front of outsiders. By myself.
He Tianran thought to himself that when Cao Aiqing was at home, his father would usually call her Qingqing, and her mother would call her Xiaoai.
Qingqing Zijin, young man admires Ai.
After the girl told him, He Tianran always remembered the deeds of finding one-word names from the "Book of Songs" and love letters.
Cao Fengyao smiled, touched his daughter's head, and ignored her willfulness. After taking back his hand, he asked He Tianran:
"How's it going, Tian Tian, do you understand? Isn't it boring?"
"Uncle, I'm not bored. History is something that I have been learning from primary school to high school. It is impossible not to understand it. Now from the perspective of archeology, it is another kind of experience. It is very interesting."
Before answering this sentence, He Tianran had already made up his mind about the two choices. If you don't understand the answer now, Uncle Cao, you are too boring in class. Pretending to be superficial and low in emotional intelligence will certainly weaken Cao Fengyao's good impression of him, but After all, I am also a top student of the University of Hong Kong who scored over 600 points in the college entrance examination. If my IQ suddenly goes off the line, it would be too fake.
Just be natural and do it step by step. Even if it is annoying, it will not happen overnight.
Cao Fengyao nodded, "You two come with me. Let's find a place to drink some tea. I'll ask you two random questions."
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Cao Fengyao said in an understatement that the place to drink tea was in the office of the dean of the Institute of Archeology and Museum.
"Hey Professor Cao, is the class over?"
When several people pushed the door open, an old man who looked to be ten or twenty years older than Cao Fengyao was packing his things. When he saw Cao Fengyao leading two children in, he glanced at him and asked with a smile.
"That's it. Let me use your old place to talk to the children and drink some tea."
Cao Fengyao casually put down the courseware, walked to the wooden tea table in the office, took off his Chinese tunic coat, hung it on the back of the chair, and continued: "By the way, Mr. Qian, there was a lecture on Song porcelain at the museum recently. Remember to come."
"I know, you remind me every day, can I not remember it? I have to go to a meeting. Don't leave in a hurry after you finish talking. Remember to eat at night, or I will catch you once."
"Okay, okay, if you remember, I will remember."
Cao Fengyao joked, sat down and started to boil water. The dean of Wenbo, known as Mr. Qian, walked up to Cao Aiqing, joked and said kindly:
"Xiao Qingqing, remember to leave your dad behind after we finish chatting. Although your mom's cooking is delicious, you can't forget to have dinner with us old people."
Cao Aiqing replied sweetly: "I know, Grandpa Qian."
The old dean looked at the girl and He Tianran again with a smile, and then shouted to Cao Fengyao:
"Xiao Cao, you have to speak up about young people's affairs and don't get involved."
Cao Fengyao said helplessly: "Yes, you go and do your work first, okay?"
The old dean then walked out of the office with a smile.
"Come and sit." Cao Fengyao greeted the two of them.
The young man and woman then sat down opposite the middle-aged man.
After Cao Fengyao took off his coat, he wore a pure white pleated shirt. He first carefully folded up the sleeves to expose two arms, then took out three sets of equipment, placed them on the tea table in sequence, and finally bowed He turned around to find the tea leaves under the table and put them into the tea lotus.
While stirring the tea, he raised his eyes, looked at his silent daughter, and asked, "Why did you suddenly become introverted at school?"
It seems that every elder has the same bad taste of poking at people's sensitive areas when teasing the younger ones...
"Oh...Dad..."
Cao Aiqing looked away. Ever since she awakened her future memories, she had always been acting like a black swan to He Tianran. He Tianran had rarely seen her so coy.
Cao Fengyao stopped teasing and asked He Tianran: "Tranran, I heard that you have recently become a student administrator in the library?"
"Ah...yes, Uncle Cao."
Cao Fengyao suddenly said with emotion: "That's right. I used to be a student administrator at the University of Hong Kong library. I remember that at that time, students borrowed and returned books with handwritten library cards. Although it was a bit cumbersome, everyone's reading The preference was immediately clear. Ai Qing’s mother liked to watch..."
"dad!"
Cao Aiqing shouted, her cheeks red, interrupting her father's speech.
Cao Fengyao smiled fondly, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Naturally, why did I ask you during the interview? Tell me..."
He Tianran was still thinking about the amount of information in the conversation just now...
I worked as a librarian in a library. Isn't this a coincidence?
However, he did not dare to ask any more questions. He recalled the interview scene in his mind and said, "You just asked me why I came to work in the library, and I answered..."
The young man finished explaining his interview experience in detail, just as the water was boiling.
Pour boiling water into the tureen, shake it and wash it once. After brewing the tea, pour out the first tea, and then pour the second tea water into a fair cup to prepare the tea and separate the soup.
Although these are just ordinary tea-making steps, and they don't look as pleasing to the eye as those tea arts that everyone does, the peace and nature revealed by this whole process are really just like Cao Fengyao, which makes people feel deeply. Inexplicably comfortable.
"Do you usually drink tea naturally?"
"My dad likes to drink tea, so I...young people don't like it, so they drink less."
He Tianran clenched his five fingers together into a fist, and tapped the table three times with his fist facing down, just as Cao Fengyao poured him tea.
"That's right, try this."
Cao Fengyao poured tea for his daughter. He Tianran picked up the cup and saw that the tea soup was red, with a mellow smell and a hint of sweetness. He took a sip and mumbled for a long time, but in the end he was still not sure. Say two words:
"black tea?"
"Hahaha...it's good to know that it's black tea." Cao Fengyao put away his cup and said with a smile.
Here Cao Aiqing also took a sip and smacked his lips, "Jin Junmei again? But the taste is a little different from home."
"Of course, this is the tea I gave you as a gift to Grandpa Qian, with a quality of one thousand and fifty one kilograms."
"Then you can drink three thousand one catty at home."
"Silly girl, of course you have to keep it for yourself. How much money does your dad get every month? And you don't know how much money your dad gets? Besides, this old man likes to be arty. In fact, he doesn't even know how to drink tea. It's good if you don't give him 600 yuan." Okay, why don’t you choose these?”
Cao Fengyao took a sip of tea happily.
Yes, it seems that Cao Aiqing's "frugal" character is purely genetic.
After the tea soup is served, let’s get down to business.
After joking with his daughter, Cao Fengyao asked seemingly casually: "Of course, the recent rumors have not affected your study and library work, right?"
He Tianran glanced at Cao Aiqing, and listening to the meaning of his words, Cao Fengyao knew what was happening to Cao Aiqing now.
He shook his head: "Uncle, what did you say? Of course not."
Cao Fengyao said earnestly: "I am outside, and it is quite troublesome to go to your school's forum. However, there have been some rumors recently, which seem to say that Qingqing is deliberately hanging you with her feelings. Don't take it to heart. She is not like this. Plant children.”
He Tianran promised: "Uncle, you can rest assured. I know Ai Qing's character very well, and I won't think about it in any way."
The middle-aged man looked at the child's sincere expression, nodded with satisfaction, and then asked another embarrassing question:
"Well, when Ai Qing was bullied, of course you stood up for justice, and my uncle knew that you were a good boy who knew good and evil and had a sense of justice. However, you and Ai Qing got to know each other because of this. We have known each other for several years from high school to university. We often study together and play together. In the eyes of outsiders, some things are inevitable without smoke. Tell uncle honestly, what is your relationship with Ai Qing now?"
Cao Fengyao's saying that there is no smoke without fire is not unreasonable. Among the friends of the opposite sex that his daughter knows, only He Tianran is the most eye-catching one. There is no way, not to mention that he is a second-generation rich man, and he has also saved beauties heroically. This kind of Everyone can guess the plot. In the future, the relationship between these two children will definitely develop naturally.
Therefore, Cao Fengyao thought simply. If the two children really have the same interests and love each other, he would add fuel to the fire. Anyway, his daughter is already twenty years old, and He Tianran is not bad. He has a good family background and looks two-faced. He was the right person, but the important thing was that this kid was unassuming, had a reserved temperament, and didn't have the bad habits of other rich second generations.
Cao Fengyao felt that he was quite accurate in judging people, and it was better to match them upright and above board than to fall in love secretly with the girl and then break up after several years without him knowing anything about it. What's more, if the two established a relationship, some The rumors were naturally disproven.
The young man and woman across from him were silent at the same time when they heard this. Cao Fengyao thought they were just shy and did not urge them. He just smiled and picked up the justice cup again and refilled their cups with tea.
"Uncle, Ai Qing and I..."
"Dad, it's impossible for He Tianran and I to be boyfriend and girlfriend."
Before He Tianran said the words "we are friends" out of his mouth, Cao Aiqing beside him was already facing his father with a decisive expression and said this resolutely.
(End of chapter)
