"It's a bit difficult, but it's not particularly difficult. I can reproduce all the processes. However, there is no time for the time being. ”

Qin Huai rolled his cuffs slightly and glanced at his watch.

The watch is actually quite ordinary, not a precious brand, but when worn on Qin Huai's wrist, there is a sense of punctuality and a gentleman who understands proportion.

When you look at the watch, it is gentle and elegant enough.

"I have to pick up my little cute baby, and I have been at Mr. Yan's house for a day, and I can't make trouble for the old man anymore. ”

Qin Huai was apologetic.

"Oh, looking at Mr. Qin's face, I forgot that Mr. Qin's child was already three or four years old. ”

One expert laughed dumbly.

Qin Huai also smiled and left.

Came to Mr. Yan's residence.

As usual, he walked through the 'vegetable garden', and the seasonal vegetables and fruits were unobstructed, and Duan Ran saw that there were many small feet in the vegetable field, which must be Xiaoya and Xiaoru.

stepped on it crookedly, but fortunately it didn't trample on Mr. Yan's vegetables and fruits.

In the bamboo-woven bamboo utensils against the wall, radishes are dried and there are also cured meats.

Qin Huai was familiar with the road and walked into the house.

"Small snow pickles, heavy snow pickled meat, the beginning of the winter solstice festival. ”

Qin Huai couldn't help but sigh, Mr. Yan's house still retains a full traditional atmosphere, the pickled diced radish is crystal clear, and the chili peppers are embellished, which makes people drool.

Qin Huai can imagine the crisp and raw taste, as well as the sweet, sour, spicy and spicy deliciousness.

Enter the house.

Shang Ya was already sitting with Old Madam Yan, holding a bowl and eating pickled radishes with relish.

The two cute babies changed their costumes at some point, and sang a small opera in a milky voice during the venue.

Qin Jiuru was dressed in a costume of a small ancient Yue opera.

He wears a purple and gold crown with a bunch of hair.

Qi Meile has two dragons grabbing pearls and gold wiping foreheads.

Wear a two-color gold butterfly and wear a flower red arrow sleeve.

Bundle of colorful silk and flower knots, long spike palace silk.

Covered with stone blue, eight groups of wedged rows of spikes.

Climb on a pair of blue satin foundation boots.

is like Xiao Baoyu, the young master of Jiafu, with a handsome little tender face, which is indeed as noble as a beautiful jade.

And Qin Jiuya, sprinkled with red butterflies in silver and white, covered her small body, like a group of butterflies looking for incense. The small bangs are on her forehead, and she is as beautiful as her mother.

Qin Huai raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

I only heard Qin Jiuru pointing sideways, and said in a milky voice: "Sister Lin fell from the sky, like a light cloud just coming out." ”

The unique soft undergarment of Yue Opera comes to the face.

It is a kind of soft and delicate water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and when the boy sings, he is as tender as water, but when he sings, there is a milk sound unique to a little doll, so that this opera is suddenly clear, and there is a sense of beauty that the young phoenix is clear and the old phoenix sounds.

Xiaoru finished singing.

Xiao Ya's graceful figure was slightly shorter, like an ancient beauty saluting, and then she opened her mouth: "It's just that he is reckless and frivolous in his belly, but it turns out that his bones are strange and not vulgar." ”

The little girl looks handsome, her voice is sweet, and Duan Ran's heart has melted.

Sing a song.

The two cute babies ran into Shang Ya's arms.

But Shang Ya let the two cute babies run into the arms of Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan obediently.

……

Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan laughed heartily: "The little grandson is so well-behaved, good-looking, and beautiful in singing!"

Shang Ya saved the video she had just taken and smiled at Qin Huai.

As soon as Qin Huai entered the house, she saw Qin Huai, and at this time, she stretched out her hand to greet Qin Huai, and the two sat together.

"Mr. Yan and Mrs. Yan are teaching them to sing, and they still feel a little bit. ”

"Haha, teach them to play. ”

Old Mr. Yan nodded.

Shang Ya gave Qin Huai a roll of his eyes: "Mr. Yan and the old lady are called to take children, look at you, take them to fish, dig earthworms, play in the water, dig ant nests, play tops, the two little guys fell into the water, you are still smiling, are you your own? Is this what the artist Qin Hezhou should do?"

Hear the words.

Qin Huai smiled awkwardly and politely.

The blushing quibble: "Children have to play with everything." ”

Mr. Yan smiled: "This involves a biological problem, the children brought out by my father are generally very smart, but the survival rate is not high. ”

Shang Ya and Qin Huai were stunned for a moment, and then they reacted, leaning forward and leaning back with laughter.

"Yes, I seriously doubt that when our family Qin Huai brought a baby, the survival rate was very low!

Today, carve a fake fruit for the two cute babies to eat, making Xiaoru and Xiaoya cry.

Tomorrow carve a fake moon cake, once again make Xiaoru and Xiaoya cry.

If I hadn't been watching, huh. ”

Shang Ya glanced at Qin Huai angrily and slashed at Qin Huai.

Qin Huai was silent.

If having a baby isn't for fun, what's the point?

Of course.

Qin Huai didn't dare to say it blatantly.

Old Madam Yan and Old Mr. Yan looked at each other and smiled.

The little couple is really affectionate, they have been married for many years, and even the bickering mouth is showing affection.

……

I had dinner at Mr. Yan's house.

Qin Huai's family returned to their residence with Hemeimei, Qin Huai carried Shang Ya on his back, and Shang Ya had two cute babies hanging on his feet, walking in the courtyard in a peculiar posture.

The little guy hugged Shang Ya's leg tightly, as if he was making an airplane, sometimes Qin Huai would run, and dinner would blow his face, which was cool and silky, making the little ones laugh.

He even laughed out loud.

"Superman Daddy~~Oh~~"

"Superman ~~~"

……

Night.

The lights are on.

The two cute babies have fallen asleep.

Shang Ya finished bathing, nesting on the sofa in her pajamas, dealing with some company documents, as well as some designer's chores.

Qin Huai was flipping through the books, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was thinking while reading.

Shang Ya sorted out the video of the two cute babies singing opera and put it on the online platform.

This is the first time that content about opera has been released.

Of course, it is not an old-fashioned form of opera, nor is it a long talk to promote popular science, just a small excerpt when the little milk babies are singing.

I didn't expect to have an unusual response.

Many netizens opened it as if they were under a spell.

Completely unable to get out.

Is this opera?

Is it really an opera?

When I used to listen to opera, I was always drowsy, feeling bored, backward, and boring.

But at this moment, they felt that opera was so fashionable.

I couldn't help it, so I hummed along.

[What a cute baby with aura.] Xiaoya's voice is so sweet and sweet, she is as small as Taisu, Mary Sue's little male protagonist! Serious and affectionate carved out of a mold with Qin Huai's little brother, Auntie is willing to wait for you for fifteen years!]

[Little brother Qin Huai is deceiving me into the pit again!] I have already entered the pit of nuclear carving, jade carving, wood carving, drinking, bronzing, flower arrangement, calligraphy......

How many pits are waiting for me?

[How many huge pits did my ancestors leave behind?]

Just tell me bluntly, I can't get out of this life, and I will enter the pit again in the next life.

The last general, willing to live for life, jump into the pit for the flower planter. Boom. ]

[Confess Qin Huai's little brother, confess Xiaoru, confess Xiaoya, is there anyone who teamed up with me to steal children?]

[Stealing children laughs at me, you have been locked up for ten years for stealing pandas, don't you know how to converge?]

[Looped N times.]

For the first time, I became interested in opera!

I have liked Qin Huai's little brother for six years.

found that Qin Huai's little brother was always so good.

Being able to push the seemingly outdated traditional culture in front of us, whether it is flower arrangement, drinking, or calligraphy, they all use their own unique way to interpret.

This tells us how noble and elegant our ancestors were when they did these things in the past, and how fashionable they were, even if they had passed a thousand years, they were still eye-catching.

Qin Huai's little brother is like an immortal who came out of traditional art, with a mellow fragrance of 5,000 years...... Countless times to awaken our inner sense of identity with 5,000 years of culture.

It's nice to have such an artist in our flower grower. ]

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PS: I have a video of a small drama bone singing, and I want to watch it into the group.