Qin Huai belongs to the bold faction.

Ninety thousand miles of wind, Peng Zhengju, the wind rests, it is his nature.

Even if it is ingenious, it cannot make Qin Huai satisfied.

It wasn't too much to say anything bizarre and eclectic that he was pouring out.

Qin Huai took a helicopter to overlook it for three days in a row, and then changed to a cruise ship to watch the molten slurry enter the sea from an angle.

Right now.

Qin Huai finally knew that Li Bai's most classic works were all in the period of traveling in the great rivers and mountains, because he experienced the beautiful scenery, it was indeed easy to burst out of inspiration.

As the saying goes: looking up at the vastness of the universe and looking down on the prosperity of the category, so it is enough to enjoy the entertainment of hearing and hearing.

Pitch up to the first life, or take all the embrace, and realize the words in a room, or because of the entrustment, let go outside the wreckage.

Although the interest is different, the restlessness is different, when it is happy with what it encounters, it is temporarily self-sufficient, and it is emotional.

Qin Huaiyi was flying turbulently, so he stayed for two more days.

……

Jinling City.

Shang Ya took two small naps, although she would video chat with Qin Huai's father every day, but without Qin Huai's father, it would be empty.

The two little eyes were shining with tears, and their little mouths were shutting up, muttering about their father.

At this time, it was Qin Huai's father who relied on his erudition to tell the little guy stories.

Shang Ya was distressed.

Her fairy tales are not as interesting as the stories made up by Qin Huai's father.

In other words, it is Qin Huai's father's demeanor, tone, and actions in telling the story...... The heritage and charm contained in it, she can't imitate it at all.

Shang Ya's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she shed tears of not learning and not knowing.

could only gently shake the bed and sing songs, recalling what state Qin Huai was in when he told her stories.

I remember when she was first pregnant with a baby.

It was the middle of the summer.

Sit by the pool and drink tea, burn incense, and listen to the rain.

When Qin Huai's father saw the thunder and lightning on the west window, he remembered the proverb in the summer season, and then led to the popular science of the 24 solar terms.

Then.

Qin Huai's father told the story, because he was rich in knowledge, so even if it was popular science, he was very interesting and handsome.

Just when the video was in the morning, Qin Huai also mentioned that today is Bailu.

Shang Ya felt that if she read something related to the Bailu solar term, she might be able to appease the two little ones who were seasing tears and missed Qin Huai's father so much.

After all, Qin Huai's father had been reading books to them before.

Come to think of it.

Shang Ya got up and came to Qin Huai's father's study.

Find the book "The Book of Rites" on the bookcase.

Open it.

Shang Ya was stunned.

It was full of small pieces of paper, densely covered with handwriting.

If you look closely, it's all about the 24 solar terms.

There were also slightly larger pieces of paper on which some design drawings began to be drawn.

Shang Ya saw the water transport meteorological instrument.

I also saw a copper house designed by Qin Huai, which resembled a mechanism in an ancient tomb.

In Qin Huai's description, it can rotate like a bracket, and tourists can enter the visit, and after only a few steps, the scene behind them will be turned upside down.

In order to reduce the sense of rotation to zero, Qin Huai enlarged the size of the copper house, with a length and width of tens of meters.

Shang Ya took a deep breath and browsed with bated breath.

Is this kind of architecture really possible?

Is it taking advantage of visual errors?

She remembered a kind of Penrose staircase, going up and down, but actually going in circles.

But.

Qin Huai's daddy's design seems to be getting more and more complicated.

There is a sense of déjà vu that exhausts the imagination.

If you can create it in reality, it will definitely become a scenic spot!

Shang Ya browsed one by one, as if she had broken into the fantasy world of Qin Huai's father, and was full of praise for Qin Huai's father's inspiration.

But.

Daddy Qin Huai just sealed them in the pages of the book......

It's a bit of a pity.

Shang Ya bit her rosy lip.

Suddenly, he clutched a piece of paper.

The cards in front are full of dense words.

And the pen is coherent, and the pen goes to the dragon and snake, until the one in Shang Ya's hand.

This one card.

Only four words.

Budget: 300 million.

Then.

Everything came to an abrupt halt.

Shang Ya seemed to see Qin Huai's father writing hard at the desk, her eyebrows were getting higher and higher, and her heart was becoming more and more surging, but when she saw the budget, her heart was cold.

Shang Ya suddenly felt a little distressed.

Count them down.

Qin Huai's father has not tried a work desperately for a long time, like the original Taiji diagram jade carving, even if he keeps failing, even if he is in debt, Qin Huai also chooses not to hit the south wall and not look back!

But since she was pregnant, Qin Huai had worries and weaknesses, and the whole person was extremely restrained, and even the ideas on the pieces of paper in front of her were silently stranded......

The former little brother Qin Huai is such an unrestrained person, not afraid of the world, not afraid of people's words. The heart yearns for it, and immediately begins to do it, like a demon.

And now.

Maybe they don't want to squander those savings.

Maybe it's because they're afraid that after entering the madness, they won't be able to take care of their mother and daughter, mother and son......

It's become constrained.

Thinking of this, Shang Ya was silent, and her eyes were slightly moist.

Qin Huai's gentleness is always hidden in his bones.

Just like when I was studying jade in a museum, I was afraid that I would be addicted to it and I couldn't extricate myself, so I would write a reminder on the title page of the book to interrupt the research idea.

Then accompany Shang Ya to go shopping.

Shang Ya bit her glaze-like red lips.

Suddenly there was a cry in her ears, Shang Ya suddenly woke up, holding the "Book of Rites" and the small pieces of paper in the pages, and walked quickly to the bed.

"Come on, come on, I'll read you an article. ”

Shang Ya's mind came to mind when Qin Huai's father coaxed the child's voice and smile, as well as Qin Huai's father's eloquent conversation with her when he was popularizing science, and imitated the tone and began to read aloud.

"Bai Lu is the fifteenth of the twenty-four solar terms. It is the end of the Shen month and the beginning of the unitary month in the Ganzhi astronomical calendar.

At this time, the sun reaches the ecliptic longitude of one hundred and sixty-five degrees.

The "Seventy-two Candidate Explanations of the Lunar Order" records: 'August Festival...... The yin qi gradually became heavier, and the dew was condensed and white. ’

From a meteorological point of view:

At this point in the solar term, the weather gradually cools down, but the sun is still hot during the day, and the temperature drops rapidly as soon as the sun goes down.

It's night.

The water vapor in the air will condense to form tiny water droplets, which are densely attached to the green stems and leaves or petals of flowers and trees.

When the morning sun shines, the white dew looks crystal clear and flawless.

Thereupon.

The ancients called them 'white dew'.

There is also an explanation that the ancients used four seasons with five elements, autumn is golden, golden and white, so the autumn dew is described as white. ”

Reading aloud the words written by Qin Huai's father, a suspicious smile gradually appeared on Shang Ya's face.

The poetic tone is as gentle as the moonlight shining on the river.

Tell it with relish.

This is the recipe and taste of Qin Huai's daddy!

The two little ones lying on the bed, their tears gradually stopped, and they grinned without shame.

Shang Ya made a grimace: "Crying and laughing, the little yellow dog pees." ”

The two little ones danced hand in hand.

Shang Ya continued to read aloud.

When reading aloud, all that came to mind was the handsome painting style of Qin Huai's little brother when he was popularizing science with her.

The warm picture that used to be frame after frame was passed to the two little ones through Shang Ya's smile.

Your dad is so handsome.

This is the strong emotion contained in every tone of Shang Ya!

Invisible dog food.

Full!

But the two little ones listened to it with relish and laughed like Teletubbies.

Shang Ya showed her face and breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Qin Huai's father's tricks can cure them.

"That's it.

In mid-autumn, the weather is just like spring, not only are the flowers and trees still luxuriant, but some of the flowers are more colorful than in spring.

Such as hibiscus, begonia, purple jasmine, cockscomb, wild goose, especially the wind in the field.

Gu Shiyun:

bamboo in front of the sunshine window,

After the dew is wet, the garden is violi.

The night stinging sounds,

Qing'e flies around the bamboo.

At this time, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the air is cool and the wind is cool, the sorghum is like fire, the cotton is like a cloud, the rice is golden, and it is tumbling like a wave.

It's the most beautiful time of the year.

But at this time, many living things on the earth will rise and fall in the bleak autumn wind.

However, the rise and fall of all things is natural, and the heavens are constant, not to survive or to perish. ”

Wow.

Shang Ya reads catchy, like a piece of prose.

It's as beautiful as if you're in the middle of it.

The two little ones were unconscious, their eyes open, and their ears pricked up to listen.

Chinese is a wonderful language, with its own mediocre and pleasant sound.

Shang Ya once felt that in the future, she could directly read Qin Huai's father's notes to lull the two little ones to sleep.

It just works!

……

"As the proverb goes: When the gate of the geese opens in August, the geese bring frost under their feet.

During the white dew season, the most climate-sensitive migratory birds, such as yellow finches, starlings, willow warblers, embroidered eyes, sand cones, wheat pheasants, and geese, will migrate to the south en masse.

The best time to start is mostly on the moonlit and breezy night in mid-autumn.

It's like sending a message to mankind - it's cold weather, it's time to harvest the crops, and at the same time, please prepare winter clothes for the arrival of the busy season of 'Three Autumn'......"

Shang Ya found the wild goose cry from her mobile phone and played it quietly.

Two little hands danced and writhed on the bed.

"In ancient China, the Bailu solar term was divided into three phases:

Wait for the wild goose to come.

The second migratory bird returns.

Three migratory birds are shy.

Hong Yan comes: Hong wild goose is small, from the north to the south, not called the south township, not its ear.

Xuanniao returns: Xuanniao interprets the spring equinox, at this time from the south to the north, the swallow is the bird of the north, so it is said to return.

A flock of birds is ashamed: more than three people are many, more than three beasts are flocks, and those who are flocks are also many.

The "Book of Rites" notes: "The shameful is the food that is beautiful." ’

We have a word called delicacies.

Those who are shy are ...... to hide for the winter moon."

As the notes are read aloud.

The two little ones turned from high to exhausted, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Shang Ya breathed a long sigh of relief, covered their little quilts, and then took a few cute sleeping photos and sent them to Qin Huai's father.

Qin Huai's father: "Hard work, little baby o(*≧▽≦)ツ"

Shang Ya: "???"

The art style is a bit weird......

Disgusting?

No, Qin Huai has always spoiled her, and it is acceptable to call her a little baby.

But why does it feel so strange?

Shang Ya thought for a long time.

Finally, the eye falls on the emoji that is embellished at the back.

Wow.

Qin Huai's father, who is not smiling in front of outsiders, actually uses emojis!

Shang Ya frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

"What's wrong? There are so many question marks...... ≖‿≖✧”

Another emoji.

Shang Ya was speechless.

Her little brother Qin Huai is an old cadre who is like cultivating bamboo, with a lofty instrument, a poetry and calligraphy in his belly, a slight frown, and a handsome painting style when he concentrates.

Why do you send emojis to sell cuteness?

Shang Ya didn't answer, so Qin Huai's father sent another paragraph.

"You also take a break and kiss you a thousand times. (╭￣3￣)╭♡”

Shang Ya laughed.

The painting style of the old cadre, suddenly contrasting and cute, what should I do if I want to do it?

Shang Ya also sent an emoji: "(/"≡_≡)/~┴┴"

Qin Huai: "Love you, (●'◡'●)ノ♡"

Shang Ya was disturbed by Qin Huai's old cadre-style cuteness, and forcibly pressed her self-strategy: "Why did you suddenly play with emojis?"

"It was amazing to find it all out of nowhere. ”

Qin Huai looked proud.

Hearing this, Shang Ya rolled on the bed with laughter, Qin Huai's little brother was so interesting.

"I'll be back tomorrow, (╭ ̄3 ̄)╭♡"

"Got it, bring two little ones to pick up tomorrow. ”

Hear the words.

Qin Huai put down his phone and smiled knowingly, not feeling that there was anything wrong with the emoji.

……

……

The next day.

Qin Huai flew back to Jinling.

From a distance, I saw that there was only a little bit of little bit of little ones with their hands on their chests, stepping on cute little broken steps, bouncing all the way, and running towards Qin Huai.

Qin Huai squatted down and picked up the two small ones.

Shang Ya stood not far away, her eyes were bright and her eyes were full of tears.

Passers-by turned their heads one after another, unable to bear to look at it more.

The little cutie is so cute, and at the end she jumps lightly and jumps into the arms of her young father, so warm that there is a magic that makes her tears come out of her eyes.

A few passers-by silently wiped the corners of their eyes, thinking of their lovely daughter at home, and their eyes became more and more determined.

For the sake of my daughter, no matter how hard and tired it is, it is worth it!

Qin Huai smiled slightly, kicked the suitcase with his foot, and came to Shang Ya.

This moment was the happiest moment of his life.

"Did you find inspiration?"

Shang Ya is most curious about whether Qin Huai's father has found inspiration.

Qin Huai bowed his head, with confidence in his smile:

"Blessed Lady, I saw the crater, the lava splashing, the lava flowing from the crater, the golden light, the red light, the brightness, the lava flowing into the sea, and all the natural landscapes that could stimulate inspiration!"

Qin Huai said on the side, and the two little ones were kissing him on the face.

For so many days, they looked forward to Qin Huai's father through the autumn water, the stars, and the moon, and finally came back.

The family of four returned home.

The next two days.

Qin Huai took the two children to play for two days, and then gradually found time to devote himself to copper art creation.

Clay mixed with water.

Shape the model.

This time.

The clay model is two meters long, one meter wide and fifty centimeters high.

The terrain is also quite complex.

It's like a wave, with depressions of varying shades.

Right.

Qin Huai wanted to use the copper liquid to create a solidified wave, and wanted the hot red magma to roll up thousands of piles of snow, and before the thousands of piles of snow were about to dissipate, it suddenly solidified, and the fleeting beauty was forever solidified in the copper liquid.

Everything is ready to go.

Qin Huai took a deep breath.

The gaze is fixed.

Ahead.

A stunning work awaited him......