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Volume 1 Qizi Chapter 15 Xiaoju in Early Autumn

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    "Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, twist your neck, twist your butt, go to bed early and get up early, let's do some exercise, shake your hands, shake your feet" Chu Mingqiu sang while twisting his butt to the rhythm, occasionally shaking his head.  Make a cool POSE.  "Follow dad, we won't grow old, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four" Finally, he did a one-horse gesture and stood up slowly with the strength of his waist. Just as Juhua was about to cheer, Sui'er  Pulling her back, Juhua turned to look at her hesitantly, Sui'er's eyes were full of smiles.  "It's so cool, so cool, so cool!" He jumped up with both feet, pumped his fists and shouted loudly: "I'm original!" Sui'er whispered in Juhua's ear: "Every time the young master sings this song,  You have to make such a fuss." Juhua was relieved, and then she couldn't help but laugh. After all, she was still a child, and she knew how to play even when she was young.  Little did he know that Chu Mingqiu had not yet discovered this song. He turned it over in his mind for a long time before he found it. With his current age and experience, he was going to sing Blue and White Porcelain, but he was pulled out of the song before he could finish the sketch.  If you go to be a guinea pig and slice it up to see if there is a thousand-year-old little monster hidden inside, then you will not be able to care about your own beauty, and of course you will not be able to hide quietly.  "Health Song", Fan Xiaoxuan danced and sang cheerfully, which was just right for his age. He was five years old. The lyrics and movements were just right. Not too much, not too little.  "Little Pi Monkey, just like his father when he was a child." The drama idiot suddenly appeared behind them: "But this song is not bad, it has a lot of flavor. Sui'er, where did he learn it from?" Sui'er shook her head and said she didn't know.  , Xi Chi thought for a while and said to himself: "It shouldn't be the piano teacher who taught me." Most Xi Chi knew about Chu Mingqiu's stay in Chu Mansion, and naturally he learned piano with Zhuang Jingyi.  I quickly ran through my mind and realized that no one had this ability, naturally it could only be Zhuang Jingyi.  "I was here when the young master was learning the piano, not Miss Zhuang." Sui'er looked determined but also a little confused. This song sounds pretty good. Is there anything wrong with it?  "Did he really do it himself!" The drama idiot opened his eyes in surprise. An ignorant girl like Chu Mingqiu Meng Meng Sui'er is okay, but he can't fool the drama idiot. The drama idiot has been studying opera for many years and knows very well that he has to produce a play.  The difficulty of writing a song, even such a "children's song", cannot be written by a villain like Chu Mingqiu.  "Mom, wake up." Chu Mingqiu turned around and saw the three of them, and ran over happily. Sui'er hurriedly greeted him: "Don't run, don't run, be careful of falling." "Qiu'er, you composed this song.  ?" Xi Chi squatted down and asked.  "Well," Chu Mingqiu secretly nodded proudly, copying the book, and stealing the song without guilt: "I spent three days and three nights, sleepless, racking my brains and effort, and completed it in my dream.  , In the past, Li Bai was composing poems in his dream, and I, my son, imitated the sages" Sui'er shaved her face behind the play boy and looked embarrassed. Chu Mingqiu was still talking shamelessly. The play boy stood up slowly. Chu Mingqiu was a little puzzled. This cheap old lady.  He looked a little unhappy.  Sui'er and Juhua also noticed that Xi Chi seemed to be unhappy. Sui'er didn't dare to speak, and Ju Hua said carefully: "Madam, the young master is just playing. Besides, it sounds pretty good to me, so it's nothing." Xi Chi didn't say anything.  But he walked very slowly. He almost reached the front hall before he said, "Qiu'er, do you remember the painting I taught you last time?" "Yes." "Go and try painting the early autumn chrysanthemums." Chu Mingqiu agreed and left.  Before going to the basin, he washed his hands first and then wiped his face. He didn't understand. He had to go through these procedures every time he painted. Could it be that if he didn't wash his face or hands, he wouldn't be able to paint well?  "What a fool. No wonder he is called a drama fool."  Seeing Chu Mingqiu start painting, Xi Chi sat in the main hall and drank chrysanthemum tea. Ju Hua quietly went to the kitchen, while Sui'er waited on Xi Chi.  Xi Chi stipulates that no one can disturb Chu Mingqiu when she is painting, not even herself.  Chu Mingqiu did not pick up the pen immediately but stared at the rice paper in a daze. In his mind, Jun Ji-hyun's smooth and shiny black hair, the picturesque scenery of Amsterdam, and the killer's helpless struggle appeared in his mind.  "Flowers can bring love, but they can also bring death." Isn't this the case for drama fans? Chrysanthemums are her thoughts and sustenance. She lives in chrysanthemums and is buried in chrysanthemums.  She drew a beautiful figure with a pen, looking lonely at the chrysanthemum in front of her. The thin autumn wind rolled up her skirt, and a fallen leaf floated through her black hair. The daisies bloomed slightly in the autumn wind, as if a baby had just opened its eyes and looked at it curiously.  With this world.  The beauty is dying, her hair is rippling slightly, her eyes are staring at the small chrysanthemum, like a mother looking after her child, licking the calf.??Full of paper.  In the distance, a ray of sunshine penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the small chrysanthemum.  The chrysanthemum, as if awakened from sleep, slowly unfolds its petals and begins to bloom for the first time in life.  ??Xi Chi looked at it, unable to help but burst into tears. Sui'er and Juhua were startled, but they didn't dare to ask. They winked at Chu Mingqiu repeatedly and asked what happened.  "Good boy, good boy." Xi Chi held back his tears and pulled Chu Mingqiu into his arms: "If you learn to paint, you will become everyone in the future." After a long time, Xi Chi let go of Chu Mingqiu and wiped his eyes.  Then he said: "Chrysanthemum, open the cabinet in the back room and take out the inkstone in the middle of the third compartment." Chrysanthemum carefully held out the inkstone. Chu Mingqiu looked a little confused when he saw her, thinking that it was just an inkstone.  An inkstone? Judging from her cautious look, it seems that she is not holding an inkstone, but a fragile pearl agate.  "What kind of inkstone is this?" Chu Mingqiu stepped forward and reached out to take the inkstone from Juhua's hand. He held it casually in his hand and looked at it over and over. The inkstone felt heavy to the hand and was about 12 or 3 centimeters thick. It was different from ordinary inkstones.  Yes, this inkstone is not black, but gray-black.  An old man is carved on one side of the inkstone, surrounded by auspicious clouds and green pines passing through the auspicious clouds.  The old man had a kind-hearted look and held a long wooden stick with a forked top in his hand. Auspicious clouds surrounded him. On the high cliffs, trembling green pines stretched out their branches and leaves. There was a bird's nest under the pine leaves, and a young goshawk.  .  Quietly, he stuck his head out and looked at this strange world.  The whole carving is lifelike. The old man's kind-hearted look, the wrinkles on his face, the lines of his smile, the wrinkles of his clothes, the shape of the clouds, the trunks and leaves of the pine trees are all clear. You can even see the curious eyes of the little eagle, as if they are alive. This carving skill  , breathtaking.  "This painting will be buried with me from now on." This made Chu Mingqiu a little surprised and a little sad. He put the inkstone on the table and said with a smile: "Mom, what's wrong with you? You haven't seen it yet.  I'm getting a wife and having grandchildren, so don't leave in a hurry. It's actually not fun at all, it's dark and gloomy. It won't be too late to go there in the 50s, 60s, 70s or 80s."  She chuckled and patted him twice on the head: "Silly boy, in seventy or eighty years, he won't be an old monster anymore." Hearing Chu Mingqiu's words, his chrysanthemum face turned pale with fright.  Xi Ji laughed, and her expression gradually returned to normal.  Having been with Xi Chi for so long, Juhua is very aware of Xi Chi's physical condition.  Since this year, the actor's health has not been as good as before. He will fall asleep after sitting for a long time. Sometimes he can look at Qiu Juxiang's photos for half the night. He has also been sick a few times this year. He can hardly leave the house in winter and his appetite is poor.  There has been a significant decline. When I chat with her, I always talk about my behind-the-scenes affairs. This was completely absent in the past.  But Chu Mingqiu stretched out his little hand very seriously, with his little finger slightly bent: "Mom, we have agreed that you will have to wait until I have a son, no, a grandson, before you can go see your father and tell him that the Qiu family has an heir.  "Okay, okay, wait until you hold your grandson." Chu Mingqiu said seriously, "Pull the hook, don't regret it." "Okay, then pull the hook and hang yourself up."  "No change for a hundred years, no change for a hundred years." Juhua whispered in Sui'er's ear: "The young master is sensible." Sui'er nodded slightly, the young master is a weird spirit, and he doesn't even know if he wants to do this to her.  What should I do? You need to change someone else, or you can say that you will not die. You are only seventy, but the drama idiot is not an ordinary person. Your comfort will not help at all.  Chu Mingqiu did not avoid it, but used the most caring method to arouse the hope of the drama lover.  After staying for a while and eating bird's nest porridge made from chrysanthemums, Sui'er said goodbye to Xi Chi. When she went back in the evening, Wu Feng's training was waiting for her.  Sitting in the car, Chu Mingqiu looked back. The drama idiot was still standing by the door reluctantly, looking at his back, with the eyes of a loving mother looking at her son who was leaving.
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