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[Volume 1 All Kinds of Love] Chapter 16 Song Huizong¡¯s Inkstone (2)

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    "Three circles to the left and three to the right

    The neck is twisted and the butt is twisted

    Go to bed early and get up early, let¡¯s do some exercise

    Shake your hands, shake your feet"

    While singing, Jia Gongqiu swayed his butt to the rhythm, and occasionally shook his head to make a cool pose.

    "Just follow dad, we will never grow old, one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four"

    In the end, she made a horse gesture and stood up slowly with the strength of her waist. Just as Juhua was about to cheer, Sui'er grabbed her. Juhua turned to look at her hesitantly, and Sui'er's eyes were full of smiles.

    ¡°It¡¯s so cool, so cool, so cool!¡±

    Then Jia Gongqiu jumped up on his feet, pumped his fist and shouted: "I am original!"

    Sui'er whispered in Juhua's ear: "The young master always makes such a fuss after singing this song."

    Juhua was relieved, and then she couldn't help but laugh. She was still a child after all, and she knew how to play even when she was young.

    Little did he know that this song was not easily discovered by Jia Gongqiu. He turned it over in his mind for a long time before he found it. With his current age and knowledge, he was going to sing Blue and White Porcelain, but he was pulled to be a singer before he could finish the sketch.  The white mouse is cut into slices to see if there is a thousand-year-old little monster hidden inside. At that time, it will not be able to care about its own beauty, and of course it will not be able to hide quietly.

    "Health Song", Fan Xiaoxuan danced and sang cheerfully, which was just right for his age group, he was five years old. The lyrics and movements were just right, not too much and not too little.

    "Little skinny monkey, he's not like his father at all." The drama idiot suddenly appeared behind them: "But this song is not bad and 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 herself: "It shouldn't be the piano teacher who taught me."

    ?? Most Xi Chi Chi knows about Jia Gongqiu¡¯s affairs in the Jia Mansion, and naturally he learns piano from Fang Jingyi. Everyone in the Jia Mansion quickly goes through it in Xi Chi Chi¡¯s mind. No one has this ability, and naturally it is only Fang Jingyi.

    "I was there when the young master was learning the piano, not Miss Fang." 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 opera idiot opened his eyes in surprise. An ignorant girl like Jia Gongqiu Mengmeng Sui'er is okay, but he can't fool the opera idiot. The opera idiot has been studying opera for many years, and he knows very well that he has to make a play and write it.  The difficulty of the song, even such a "children's song", cannot be written by a villain like Jia Gongqiu.

    "Mom, I'm awake." Jia Gongqiu turned around and saw the three of them, and ran over happily. Sui'er hurriedly greeted them: "Don't run, don't run, be careful of falling."

    "Qiu'er, did you compose this song?" The playboy squatted down and asked.

    "Well," Jia Gongqiu secretly nodded proudly, copying the book, and stealing the song without guilt: "I spent three days and three nights, sleepless, racking my brain and effort, and completed it in my dream. In the past,  , Li Bai wrote a poem in his dream, my son, I will imitate the sages"

    Sui'er shaved her face behind Xi Chi to show her shame. Jia Gongqiu was still talking shamelessly. Xi Chi stood up slowly. Jia Gongqiu was a little confused as to why this cheap old lady looked a little unhappy.

    Sui'er and Juhua also noticed that the play boy seemed unhappy. Sui'er didn't dare to speak, and Juhua said carefully: "Madam, the young master is just playing. Besides, it sounds pretty good to me, so it's nothing."

    The playboy didn't say anything, but walked very slowly. He almost reached the front hall before he said, "Qiu'er, do you still remember the painting I taught you last time?"

    "Remember."

    "Go and try painting the early autumn chrysanthemums."

    Jia Gongqiu agreed and walked to the basin. He washed his hands first and then wiped his face. He didn't understand that 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 Jia Gongqiu starting to paint, 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.  The opera fan stipulates that no one can disturb Jia Gongqiu when she is painting, not even herself.

    Jia Gongqiu did not pick up the pen immediately but stared at the rice paper in a daze. Early autumn daisies appeared in his mind. Quan Zhixian's smooth and shiny black hair, the picturesque scenery of Amsterdam, and the helpless struggle of the killer.

    "Flowers can bring love, but they can also bring death."

    "Isn't it true that the drama fanatic is like this? The chrysanthemum is her longing and her sustenance. She lives in the chrysanthemum and is buried in the chrysanthemum.

    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 slightly swayingYang, staring at the small chrysanthemum, like a mother looking after her child, the love of licking the calf fills the page.  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.

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    "Good boy, good boy." The play boy held back his tears and pulled Jia Gongqiu into his arms: "If you learn to paint, you will become a great person in the future."

    After a long time, the opera idiot let go of Jia Gongqiu, wiped his eyes and said: "Juhua, open the cabinet in the back room and take out the inkstone in the middle of the third compartment."

    Juhua carefully held out the inkstone. Jia Gongqiu looked a little puzzled at her look, thinking that it was just an inkstone. Looking at her cautious look, it seemed that she was not holding an inkstone, but a fragile pearl agate.

    "What kind of inkstone is this?" Jia Gongqiu stepped forward and reached out to take the inkstone from Juhua's hand. He held it casually in his hand and looked over it over and over. The inkstone felt heavy to the hand, about twelve or three centimeters thick. It was different from ordinary inkstones.  This inkstone is not black, but gray-black.

    One side of the inkstone is carved with an old man lying down, surrounded by auspicious clouds, and green pines passing through the auspicious clouds.  Viewed from the side, the old man seems to be standing, holding a long wooden stick with a forked top in his hand, auspicious clouds surrounding him, and green pines isolated on the cliff.

    The whole carving is lifelike, the old man has a kind look on his face, the wrinkles on his face, the lines of his smile, the folds of his clothes, the shape of the clouds, the trunks and leaves of the pine trees are clear and unmistakable, as if they are alive. This carving skill is amazing.

    "This painting will be buried with me from now on."

    This made Jia Gongqiu a little surprised and a little sad. He put the inkstone on the table and said with a smile: "Mother, what's wrong with you? You haven't seen me marry a wife and have a grandson. Don't leave in a hurry.  , it¡¯s not fun at all over there, it¡¯s dark and gloomy, it won¡¯t be too late to go there in the fifties, sixties, seventies or eighties.¡±

    The playboy chuckled and patted him twice on the head: "Silly boy, in seventy or eighty years, he won't be an old monster anymore."

    When she heard what Jia Gongqiu said, her face turned pale with fright. When she saw Xi Ji smiled, her face 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 Jia Gongqiu stretched out his little hand very seriously, with his little finger slightly bent: "Mom, we have agreed that you have to wait until I have a son, no, a grandson, before you can go see dad and tell him that the Qiu family has an heir."

    "Okay, okay, I'll wait until you hold your grandson." The drama idiot still kept smiling, and Jia Gongqiu said seriously: "Pull the hook, don't regret it."

    "Okay, okay, then pull the hook."

    "The hook is not allowed to change for a hundred years, and it is not allowed to 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 elf. She has to deal with this matter. She doesn't know what to do. She needs to find another person. Or you can say that you won't die. You are only seventy, but the drama fanatic is not an ordinary person.  Man, your comforting me like this will not help at all.  Jia Gongqiu did not avoid it, but used the most caring method to arouse the hopes of the drama fans.

    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, Jia Gongqiu 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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