Chapter 757: Chapter 737: Jade Flute
Old Master Jimo returned shortly, solemnly holding a purple wooden box with both hands, Luo Qianqian quickly gathered the items on her desk together, making room for Old Master Jimo to place the box that looked quite valuable.
Observing the box without any patterns, Luo Qianqian was also unable to guess what it was.
Old Master Jimo, with a face of calmness, said, "Guess what it is? If you guess it right, it’s yours."
Upon hearing this, Luo Qianqian’s spirits lifted, she estimated the size of the box, "Sword?" Although she felt it should be something like a bronze sword, the image of a rust-free steel sword used by modern people to stay fit popped into her mind. She even thought it might be a Five Emperors Coin Sword, her eyes sparkling with excitement, could it be to teach her about reading yin and yang, discerning right from wrong, fighting evil spirits?
Seeing the look in Luo Qianqian’s eyes, Jimo Kong could guess what she was thinking, and shook his head, speechless.
Luo Qianqian frowned, she guessed wrong?
What could such a long wooden box contain? "Soul, Soul Bone?" Luo Qianqian opened her mouth wide, a look of disbelief on her face.
"You’ve read too many novels!" Old Master Jimo instantly felt like exploding, why would she think of that kind of answer?
Luo Qianqian pouted but was quite surprised that Old Master Jimo knew this was something from novels.
"With this length, it couldn’t possibly be embroidery needles, could it be some ancient famous piece of silk? Could it be that you’re preparing my wedding dress?" Luo Qianqian assessed the size of the box and then frowned again, "That shouldn’t be the case, such a big box couldn’t hold much... Bow and arrow? Jade Hairpin? Imperial Sword? Ancestral tablet? Death Exemption Token? iPhone100? Xiao?"
"You’re finally getting warmer..." Old Master Jimo massaged his forehead, his face helpless, why could she guess so many absurd things?
Luo Qianqian immediately caught on, "Xiao? Flute?"
Old Master Jimo, massaging his forehead, silently nodded. Allowing Luo Qianqian to continue guessing would likely lead to even more outrageous items, perhaps something akin to dried serpents or dragons, with her wild imagination it was really hard to say...
"But I’ve never learned it..." She knew a bit of piano, although... she was just a dabbler.
"If you knew how, what would you need me for???" Old Master Jimo looked speechless, "Alright then, it’s settled. The other two specialize in arts, you’ll specialize in music."
"...You’re giving it to me?" Luo Qianqian eyed the box with excitement, eager to touch it.
Old Master Jimo swiftly retrieved it, "Not now..."
Luo Qianqian pouted.
"Wait until I make some for practice, this isn’t for casual playing." Old Master Jimo said seriously, "This is a genuine ancient artifact."
Yet suddenly Luo Qianqian frowned with disdain... "Ancient artifact? Doesn’t that mean it could have a lot of saliva on it? A lot of bacteria?"
Old Master Jimo was left speechless by Luo Qianqian’s retort, what could he say when that was indeed a fact?
"...It’s better to make a new one for me, yes." Luo Qianqian said seriously, "Grandpa Kong, you know so much, but how come not many people know about it? Look at my senior brother, he became famous so early on, didn’t he?"
"We were low-key back then." Old Master Jimo replied, speechless, knowing so many things back then wasn’t necessarily good, alright?
Even the carvings and traditional Chinese paintings that became known now, spread only after his two disciples became famous.
Who would have thought the low-profile him would become the public face of the Jimo Family?
"So, this is it?" Old Master Jimo shook his head helplessly, not wanting to say much more, realizing that memories weren’t always so pleasant.
Luo Qianqian nodded her head; it didn’t matter to her, after all, whatever she learned, she was only half-baked at...
When Jimo Cheng came in and saw the box on the table, he also was startled, "Grandpa intends to let..."
"It’s just a trial..." Jimo Cheng wanted to say something but didn’t, as he was directly interrupted by Jimo Kong. Luo Qianqian harbored no suspicions, after all, the saliva-smeared antique must be quite valuable.
Jimo Cheng nodded and looked at Luo Qianqian, "Jin Yue, that’s really great." It seemed she wouldn’t have to kneel and serve tea as she had feared.
Luo Qianqian curled her lips, just so, her face bearing a sweet smile.
"By the way, Jin Yue, will you accompany me to a place later?" Old Master Jimo wore a look of determination, this time I must avenge my previous disgrace!
"Grandpa!" Jimo Cheng showed clear disapproval.
Luo Qianqian’s eyes rolled around twice, but she had already guessed what it was about: "Gambling Stone?"
Old Master Jimo smiled awkwardly, "Yes, yes... Isn’t it my great-grandpa’s birthday coming up? I was thinking of picking a nice raw stone to carve something small as a token of my heart for him."
Luo Qianqian was puzzled; Old Master Jimo was as old as a grandpa, and his grandpa... would be at least triple digits in age, truly long-lived...
She inexplicably looked towards Jimo Cheng, "Your family has some genes that others simply cannot envy." Just like this longevity.
Jimo Cheng just smiled helplessly without saying much.
Old Master Jimo looked eagerly, "So, Jin Yue, I’ll trouble you with this, and in return, I will personally make you a Jade Flute with a good raw material, okay?"
Luo Qianqian nodded lightly, it didn’t really matter to her; as long as she wasn’t exposed, lending a helping hand within reason wasn’t a problem.
"Hehehe." Old Master Jimo chuckled like that.
Jimo Cheng was speechless on the side, was his grandpa getting more and more childish? If others didn’t know, did he not know himself?
It was all just a rivalry with the old fellows from Mo Studio, an internal form of entertainment, but fortunately, that was the case. Even if he brought the two disciples along, nobody would comment, and besides the identity of disciples, they were also Old Master Jimo’s grandson and future granddaughter-in-law.
"Speaking of which, I’ve been wanting to ask... why is Grandpa Kong’s socks one black and one white?" Luo Qianqian asked with curiosity looking at Old Master Jimo’s socks. It wasn’t obvious when he walked, but as soon as he sat down, it was revealed.
Old Master Jimo was stunned and then looked down at his socks, only to show a puzzled face, "I don’t have white socks..."
Jimo Cheng was surprised, crouched down, and closely examined them, his face full of speechlessness: "Next time, Grandpa, when you do household chores, please don’t mix our socks together... I was wondering where one of my socks went."
Old Master Jimo looked confused; even if he had picked them up, there was no reason he wouldn’t have realized that he wore them all the way!
"Is this some kind of omen?" Old Master Jimo frowned deeply. After a moment, his face lit up with insight, and he stood up, "I’ve got it, black and white, yin and yang, from which Tai Chi is derived, Tai Chi gives birth to the two instruments, the two instruments to the four images, the four images to the eight divinations... eight, that’s wealth, it means I will definitely win tonight, hahaha..."
If you put it that way, that interpretation might even cause King Wen of Zhou, Ji Chang himself, to not rest peacefully in his coffin.
