"Three left and three right and three left and three left and three left.

Twist your neck and butt

Let's go to bed early and get up early and do exercise

Shake your hands and feet…”

Jia Gongqiu twisted his butt to the rhythm while singing, occasionally shook his head, making a cool POSE.

"Learn to learn from my dad, we won't grow old, one, two, three, two, three, four…."

Finally, he even put on a horse and slowly stood up with his waist strength. Juhua was about to applaud, but Sui'er grabbed her. Juhua turned his head and looked at her hesitantly. Sui'er's eyes were full of smiles.

"It's so cool, cool, cool!"

Then Jia Gongqiu jumped up with his feet, fisted and shouted: "I'm original!"

Sui'er whispered in Juhua's ear: "Young Master will make a fuss like this every time he finishes singing this song."

Juhua then felt relieved, and then she couldn't help laughing. After all, she was still a child, and she knew how to play at all when she was old or young.

Little did he know that this song was not easy to discover by Jia Gongqiu. He read it for a long time before he could find out this song. With his current age, he wanted to sing blue and white porcelain. He didn't finish the sketching of the plain embryo, so he was taken to be a guinea pig and sliced ​​it to see if there was a little monster hidden in it for a thousand years. At that time, he could not be beautiful on his own, and of course he could not hide quietly.

"Health Song", Fan Xiaoxuan jumped and sang happily, just right for his age group, five years old, the lyrics and actions were just right, not much at all, not much at all.

"Little Monkey, doesn't look like his father at all." Xi Chi suddenly appeared behind them: "But this song is pretty good and quite interesting. Sui'er, where did he learn it from?"

Sui'er shook her head and said she didn't know. Xi Chi thought about it and said to herself, "It shouldn't be taught by the piano teacher."

Most of the movies are known about Jia Gongqiu in the Jia family, and they are naturally aware of it when they learn piano with Fang Jingyi. The people in the Jia family quickly passed the movies in the movies. No one has the ability, so naturally they can only be Fang Jingyi.

"I was there when the young master was learning the piano, not Miss Fang." Sui'er's expression was very firm but she was a little puzzled. This song sounded pretty good. Is there anything wrong with it?

"Is it really his own writing?" Xi Chi widened her eyes in surprise. An ignorant girl like Jia Gongqiu Mengmeng Suier is okay, but she can't miss her. Xi Chi has been learning opera for many years and knows the difficulty of writing a song. Even such a "children's song" cannot be written by a villain like Jia Gongqiu.

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

"Qiu'er, did you write this song?" Xi Chi squatted down and asked.

"Well," Jia Gongqiu nodded secretly, copying books is copied, and the song is not guilty: "This is what I spent three days and three nights, sleepless, racking my brains and trying my best to dream. In the past, Li Bai wrote poems in his dreams, and my son, I will follow the ancestors..."

Sui'er shaves her face and looks shy after Xi Chi's back. Jia Gongqiu is still arrogant. Xi Chi's slowly stands up. Jia Gongqiu is a little puzzled. Why do I look a little unhappy when this cheap mother looks a little unhappy?

Sui'er and Juhua also noticed that the cum seemed unhappy. Sui'er didn't dare to speak. Juhua said carefully: "Madam, the young master is just playing. Besides, I sound very nice, it's nothing."

Xi Chi didn't say anything, but her steps were very slow. She almost reached the front hall before she spoke, "Qiu'er, do you remember the painting I taught you last time?"

"Remember."

"Try it in the early autumn chrysanthemum."

Jia Gongqiu agreed and walked to the basin, washed his hands first, and then wiped his face. He didn't understand that he had to do these procedures every time he painted. Could it be difficult to draw without washing his face or washing his hands?

What a fool, no wonder he is called a fool.

Seeing Jia Gongqiu start painting, Xi Chi sat in the main hall drinking chrysanthemum tea. The chrysanthemum quietly went to the kitchen, while Sui'er was waiting by Xi Chi. Xi Chi stipulated that no one could disturb Jia Gongqiu when painting, even she herself could do it.

Jia Gongqiu did not immediately lift his pen but was stunned at the rice paper. In the early autumn daisy, Jun Ji-hyun's soft and shiny black hair appeared in his mind, the picturesque scenery of Amsterdam, and the killer struggled helplessly.

"Flowers can send love and death."

Isn’t this the same thing about the playboy? The chrysanthemum is her longing and her sustenance. Living in the chrysanthemum and burying in the chrysanthemum.

He picked up the pen and drew a beautiful figure, staring at the little chrysanthemum in front of him alone, the thin autumn wind rolled up the skirt, and a fallen leaf floated past her black hair, daisies bloomed slightly in the autumn wind, as if a baby had just opened his eyes and looked at the world curiously.

The beauty is drooping in the evening, her hair ripples slightly, and her eyes staring at the small chrysanthemums, like a mother watching the child, licking the calf overflowing the paper. In the distance, a trace of sunshine passes through the clouds and sprinkles on the small chrysanthemums. The chrysanthemums seem to wake up from their sleep, spreading their petals soothingly, and begin the first bloom of life.

As the cicada watched, she couldn't help but burst into tears, which scared Sui'er and Juhua. She didn't dare to ask, and she winked at Jia Gongqiu and asked what was going on.

"Good kid, good kid." Xi Chi held back her tears and pulled Jia Gongqiu into her arms: "If you learn painting, you will become a great man in the future."

After a long time, the cunning girl let go of Jia Gongqiu and wiped her eyes before saying, "Chrysanthemum, open the cabinet in the cabinet, and take out the inkstone in the middle of the third cubicle."

Juhua carefully picked up the inkstone. Jia Gongqiu was puzzled when she looked at her. She thought it wasn't it just an inkstone? Looking at her careful appearance, it seemed that she was holding not an inkstone, but a fragile pearl agate.

"What kind of inkstone is this?" Jia Gongqiu stepped forward and took the inkstone from the chrysanthemum's hand, held it in his hand casually, and looked over and over again. He felt very heavy in the inkstone, about twelve or twelve centimeters thick. Unlike ordinary inkstones, this inkstone is not black, but gray-black.

The old man was carved on one side of the inkstone, surrounded by auspicious clouds, and green pine trees passed through the auspicious clouds. From the side, the old man seemed to be standing, with a long wooden stick in his hand and forked at the top. The auspicious clouds surrounded him, and the green pine trees were isolated on the cliff.

The whole carving is vivid, with the old man's kind eyebrows, wrinkles on his face, lines of smiles, wrinkles in his clothes, shapes of clouds, and trunks and leaves of pine trees, as if they were alive. This carving skill is amazing.

"I'll bury this painting with me in the future."

This surprised Jia Gongqiu and was a little sad. He put the inkstone on the table and said with a smile: "My mother, what's wrong with you? You haven't seen me marrying a wife and holding a grandson yet. Don't rush to leave. It's actually not fun there at all. It's dark and gloomy. It's not too late to go there for fifty or sixty or eighty years."

The cicada laughed and patted him gently on the head twice: "Silly boy, in another seventy or eighty years, he will be an old monster."

When Juhua heard Jia Gongqiu's words, she was frightened. When she saw Xi Chi laughing, her face gradually returned to normal. After being by Xi Chi for so long, Juhua knew Xi Chi's physical condition very well.

Since the beginning of this year, Xi Chi's health is not as good as before. She will doze off after sitting for a while. Sometimes she can watch Qiu Juxiang's photos in the middle of the night. She has suffered from a few illnesses this year. She hardly leaves the house in winter, and her appetite has dropped significantly. She usually chats with her and always talks about what is behind her, which is completely gone in the past.

Jia Gongqiu stretched out his little hand very seriously and bent his little finger slightly: "Mom, we have to wait until I have a son, no, you can only go to see my father and tell him that the Qiu family has a descendant."

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for you to hold your grandson." Xi Chi still kept a smile, and Jia Gongqiu said seriously: "Correction, no regrets are allowed."

"Okay, OK, then pull the hook."

"The hook is hung for a hundred years and will not change for a hundred years."

Juhua gently said in Sui'er's ear: "Young Master is sensible."

Sui'er nodded slightly. The young master was a weird elf. She had to give it to her. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to change someone else. Or it could be said that you wouldn't die. You were only seventy years old, but Xi Chi is not an ordinary person. It would be useless to comfort you like this. Jia Gongqiu did not avoid it, but used Xi Chi's most concerned method to arouse Xi Chi's hope.

After staying for a while, after eating the bird's nest porridge made of chrysanthemum, Sui'er said goodbye to Xi Chi. When he went back tonight, Wu Feng's training was waiting. Sitting in the car, Jia Gongqiu looked back. Xi Chi was still standing by the door reluctantly, looking at his back, his eyes were like a loving mother looking at her son who was leaving.

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Chapter completed!