"Did you come to the wrong place?"
Before Wen Feiran could finish speaking, the white-haired old men standing at his door all turned around, and Wen Feiran saw a series of familiar faces.
"... Elder Zeng?" Wen Feiran's voice changed, unable to believe his eyes.
Elder Zeng still acted like a "child at heart," and gave a haughty snort when he saw him.
"Gu Suian is really getting more and more childish, like a little kid. After getting a treasure, she hides it away and won't let anyone see it. Am I just anyone? As an elder, of course I have to come and see my niece-in-law!"
"..."
If Elder Zeng hadn't been right next to me when he made the call, I might have actually been convinced by his words.
Wen Feiran didn't dare to refute Elder Zeng, and could only offer a dry smile, "I think what Teacher Gu meant was that we haven't developed to that level of relationship yet, and it would be too abrupt for me to visit you as your nephew..."
Elder Zeng raised an eyebrow and said decisively, "It's alright. I fell for this boy at first sight. He'll definitely marry you sooner or later."
Wen Feiran: "..." Actually, they had already gotten married a long time ago, but he had no memory of it.
Knowing that continuing the conversation might give them away, Wen Feiran could only change the subject, "How did you know I was here?"
Elder Zeng grunted twice. Dressed in a Tang suit, he looked like a solemn patriarch, but in reality, he still had a childlike heart. "Who am I? How could I not be able to investigate me!"
After saying that, he gestured with his chin towards Wen Feiran, his expression full of ambiguity, and said in a low voice, "Let me in quickly, I want to tell you about Gu Suian's childhood."
"..." That is indeed a great temptation.
Wen Feiran's attitude softened somewhat, and she turned to look at the others.
If he remembered correctly, the person standing next to Elder Zeng was the director of the South China Design Institute, and the others...
Wen Feiran frowned slightly, searching her memory for related information, but only managed a vague impression, which she couldn't recall for the moment.
The director of the South China Design Institute understood his expression and said with a smile, "I'm sorry for coming without telling you. Did I disturb you?"
"No." Wen Feiran waved her hands repeatedly, somewhat flattered.
Elder Zeng, however, wasn't having any of it. He snorted coldly, "These old men heard I was coming and insisted on coming with me. I can't shake them off!"
The dean of the South China Institute smiled kindly, "Who told you to boast to us?"
The two exchanged a glance, their tempers flaring unabated despite their advancing age.
Unable to get a word in edgewise, Wen Feiran could only stand awkwardly before them, saying, "I'm sorry to have kept the elders waiting so long. Please come in and have some tea."
Wen Feiran took the key and walked forward, only to find a tall stack of gifts against the wall when she reached the door.
The dean of the South China Institute smiled and said, "They're just small gifts, don't worry about them."
"Thank you for going to so much trouble." Wen Feiran quickly stopped the dean of the South China Institute as he was about to bend down to carry the things. "It's alright, I can carry them myself. Please go inside and rest."
Wen Feiran opened the door, invited the person out, and then went back to carry the gifts three times.
After he closed the door and turned around, he suddenly felt like he was about to be blinded by the light.
These elderly men are all big names in their respective fields. It is truly an honor for them to stand in his house.
Wen Feiran couldn't help but glance around. Fortunately, he had just cleaned up before leaving, so although there were many things, it didn't look cluttered.
After Wen Feiran invited them to sit down, she realized the sofa was crammed full. She regretted not buying a bigger one in the first place.
Seeing Wen Feiran's bewildered expression, the elderly man sitting at the far end smiled and introduced himself, "I saw a clip from a variety show and came specifically to find you. Nowadays, very few young people can play this instrument; it's almost lost to time. I've dedicated my entire life to researching this field, trying to preserve this traditional treasure. I also wanted to discuss the lost score with you. How come you have the second half?"
Elder Zeng saw that Professor Li was acting without any sportsmanship and trying to take the person away from him, he immediately became unwilling, raising his eyebrows and glaring at him as he scolded, "Hey Li, why are you still like this? This is my niece-in-law, we're family, of course she should come with me to paint bamboo. Your broken instrument is so ugly, there's no need to study it, right, Feiran?"
Wen Feiran trembled.
Big shots are fighting, don't get caught in the middle, it's scary.
Professor Li has a very gentle temperament. "I've told you many times already. Although Xiaoyu grew up with you, you two aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. She chose me out of her own free will. I didn't try to steal her from you."
This was Elder Zeng's Achilles' heel. He had disliked Professor Li his whole life, but he never expected that this fellow surnamed Li would dare to bring it up. He slammed his hand on the table, as if he were back in his youth, and rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge over and fight.
The hospital director, sitting next to him, helplessly stopped him, "You're so old, can't you try to control your temper? You have high blood pressure, you can't get angry so often, it's bad for your health..."
The dean's expression was concerned, but his tone quickly changed, "What if you die of anger here? You might get some peace and quiet, but you'll also dirty Wen Feiran's place and get dragged into this mess. How unlucky!"
Wen Feiran: "..."
He never expected the white-haired, kind-faced dean to say such vicious words, and he was so frightened that he almost choked on his own saliva.
Upon hearing this, Elder Zeng became even angrier. Wen Feiran watched as an absurd scene unfolded in his living room—three old men were wrestling, their movements slow but their words sharp, spitting at each other.
These three people, if left outside, would cause the ground to tremble with a single cough. They were highly respected and dressed in very particular and respectable manners. Now, however, they had crumpled the expensive fabric in their hands. With their limited offensive power, Wen Feiran was not afraid of them getting hurt in a fight, but their bodies could not withstand this kind of stimulation.