Yang Huaiping and Qianqian walked out of Yan Tanhua's thatched hut, and he took Qianqian to a path covered with purple bamboo on the side of the road far away from Yan Tanhua's thatched hut.

Qianqian looked at Yang Huaiping with a mysterious face, and she couldn't help but say, "Brother Yang, what are you doing, and you secretly brought me to this purple bamboo forest!"

Yang Huaiping took out the golden origami fan on his waist, he fanned it, stared at Qianqian with an indifferent smile, and said, "I want to come here with you to discuss how to make Yan Tanhua cry with grief!"

"Brother Yang, you are really bad, people are so good, you just want people to cry, you said that people still entertain you, do you say that you are not doing this well!" Qianqian couldn't understand Yang Huaiping's approach.

Yang Huaiping pinched Qianqian's little face and said seriously: "Qianqian, you said that to deal with a quiet and indifferent person like Yan Tanhua, what can be done to make him cry bitterly and heartbroken!"

Qianqian's face was pinched by Yang Huaiping, and she couldn't help blushing and said, "The two of us haven't married yet, don't you always do things to me, okay?"

At this moment, there was an autumn rain in the sky without warning, Yang Huaiping took off his clothes and draped them on the top of Qianqian's head, he smacked his lips and said: "Little girl, you are still afraid that I will eat your tofu!"

Qianqian propped Yang Huaiping's clothes on top of her head with two hands, she stared at the rain curtain that was getting bigger and bigger, and said, "Brother Yang, you see it's raining, let's go home!"

Yang Huaiping didn't answer Qianqian's words, he frowned and fell into a deep thought, and then a chaotic thought swept through Yang Huaiping's mind, and his face became more and more ugly.

At this time, Qianqian woke up from the dream and said a few words, "Brother Yang, I said what are you tangled in, don't you just want Yan Tanhua to cry, you burned his room of baby bumps like books, I think he will cry more ugly than anyone else!"

Yang Huaiping wanted to wake up suddenly, Yang Huaiping hugged Qianqian excitedly and turned around, and then kissed Qianqian on the face and said: "Qianqian, your trick is really poisonous, but I'm afraid that after all the books in Yan Tanhua's house are burned, he will collapse directly!"

Qianqian's face turned red and glanced at Yang Huaiping, and she said coldly: "You don't want to do anything to others, we two ......"

Before Qianqian finished speaking, Yang Huaiping opened his mouth to explain, "I'm sorry, Qianqian, I was too excited to hold it, next time I will definitely not be reckless like this!"

Qianqian snorted coldly, "Okay, if you haven't gone too far, I'll forgive you once, if you have a next time, then I'll ignore you!"

Yang Huaiping stretched out his hand and folded a slender green bamboo in the purple bamboo forest beside him, he took the lead and walked towards Yan Tanhua's thatched hut, Yang Huaiping smiled with relief, "Let's go, I'll take you to the thatched hut to make that Yan Tanhua cry!"

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Drifting away, Yang Huaiping took Qianqian to the door of Yan Tanhua's thatched hut again, he reached out and knocked on the door and said softly: "I'm sorry Brother Yan, it's raining outside, Qianqian and I are far away from home, so I want to come to Brother Yan's house to take shelter from the rain, if there is any trouble, please forgive Brother Yan!"

In the thatched hut, Yan Tanhua, who was painting, put down the pen in his hand, he opened the door for Yang Huaiping, Yan Tanhua said in a calm tone: "Brother Yang, please, don't be polite to me, my thatched hut has always been quiet and lonely, and there are no people, now Brother Yang and Miss Mu can come, which makes my thatched hut a little more lively, I am too late to be happy, how can I blame Brother Yang!"

Yang Huaiping ran his true qi to dry his clothes that were wet by the drizzle, he walked to the table where Yan Tanhua was painting, Yang Huaiping saw an unfinished autumn rain picture, and he muttered: "Is Brother Yan painting this autumn rain?"

Yan Tanhua leaned over and sat in front of the table, he dipped a brush in ink and said: "It can be said that I am painting this autumn rain, but it is not necessarily true, it is not so much that I am painting this rain, but that I am using this rain to describe my inner world!"

Yang Huaiping stared at Yan Tanhua in front of him with a faint gaze, and he felt that what the man in front of him said was very philosophical, and it was really worth savoring and touching.

At this time, Qianqian walked over to the bookshelf in a red-hot charcoal house in the small red clay stove with iron tongs, and she wanted to help Yang Huaiping burn all the books in Yan Tanhua's room.

After Yang Huaiping felt Qianqian's figure move, he couldn't help but flash to Qianqian's side and stop her, and he said to Qianqian in a deep voice; Don't meddle in this matter, I have my own way!"

After Qianqian saw the determined light flashing in Yang Huaiping's eyes, she nodded at Yang Huaiping, and then walked straight to the wooden table in the room and sat down.

Yang Huaiping walked back to Yan Tanhua, who was painting, and at this time, Yan Tanhua just finished the whole painting with a few white strokes, and he handed the painting to Yang Huaiping and said, "Brother Yang, what do you think of this painting I painted?"

Yang Huaiping took the painting, he took a serious look at it and said in a deep voice: "This painting is exquisite, the artistic conception is far-reaching, the fly in the ointment is that there is a place on this painting that is obviously different shades, presumably Brother Yan just opened the door for me, causing the ink to dry, so the whole painting was not painted in one go, so that the whole painting has flaws, I apologize for this!"

Yan Tanhua said in a deep voice: "Since ancient times, the way of heaven has been lacking, and the trivial things in this world are even more unsatisfactory, if this painting is too perfect, there will be no point in appreciating it!"

Yang Huaiping saw Yan Tanhua's indifferent expression, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but outline a cold smile, and in an instant, Yan Tanhua suddenly tied the slender bamboo in his hand to Yan Tanhua's neck.

Just in an instant, Yan Tanhua slumped on the table, and then Yang Huaiping said to Qianqian with a cautious face: "For a while, don't come to disturb me, otherwise I am very likely to be in danger and my soul will be damaged!"

Qianqian looked at Yang Huaiping's cautious expression, and she nodded towards Yang Huaiping with a little nervousness on her face.

Yang Huaiping hugged Yan Tanhua, who fainted on the table, to the bed in the room, he helped Yan Tanhua to sit on the bed, Yang Huaiping pulled out a bamboo needle and pricked the various acupuncture points on Yan Tanhua's chest a few times, and Yan Tanhua sat on the bed stiffly.

Yang Huaiping fell silent and put a hand on Yan Tanhua's forehead to communicate his spirit, and he began to fall into meditation.

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It was a cold and cold autumn rainy night, Yan Tanhua was lying on his side on the bow of the boat and reading tirelessly, the half of the candle at the head of the bed was reflected on his face, and his eyes looked unusually bright in the somewhat dim room.

Yan Tanhua's nose suddenly twitched and smelled a smell of fireworks, he put down the scroll in his hand, Yan Tanhua turned over and got out of bed and began to wander around the room looking for the source of the fire.

Suddenly, Yan Tanhua saw a glittering fire burning under a bookshelf in the room, and this painting ignited a few books for him, and Yan Tanhua's face suddenly showed a very anxious look.

After being stunned for a moment, Yan Tanhua ran to the water tank of the wooden house, and he scooped a full scoop of water with a gourd and poured it towards the flames.

But at this moment, the flames instantly burst out, enveloping all the bookshelves in Yan Tanhua's house, and in a moment, half of his room spread into a sea of fire.

After Yan Tanhua saw this scene, he rushed into his fire desperately, Yan Tanhua picked up a stack of books that had been burned and mutilated, and rushed out of the house.

After Yan Tanhua rushed out of the hut, there was a sound of collapse behind him, Yan Tanhua looked at the stack he desperately held out Most of them had been burned and blackened, and the handwriting was blurred, for a while, he felt a buzzing sound coming from his head, and then his brain fell into a blank.

Yan Tanhua looked at the collapsed thatched hut in the autumn rain in a daze, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood for a while.

Immediately, Yan Tanhua knelt on the ground with red eyes, and he let out a hoarse cry, "God, these books are innocent, they have only one book, what should you let me do!"

In an instant, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Yan Tanhua's eyes, and his expression looked extremely miserable.

At this moment, Yang Huaiping let go of the finger that was tapping Yan Tanhua's forehead, and he took out the white porcelain bottle from his arms and opened the lid.

In an instant, the tears in Yan Tanhua's eyes floated into the white porcelain vase, Yang Huaiping closed the lid and put the white porcelain vase into his arms, he quickly pricked Yan Tanhua's sleeping hole with a bamboo needle and slowly put him on the bed.

After doing this, Yang Huaiping leaned over and sat down on the table in the hut, and he dipped his brush in ink and wrote a line in thin handwriting.

"Brother Yan can't help it, it was just a frightening dream just now, your book is fine, Yang is also forced by the situation, please forgive me!"

After writing this line, Yang Huaiping put the brush on the inkstone, and he said to Qianqian, who was sitting on the table with both hands on his cheeks, and said: "Qianqian, let's go!"

Qianqian came back to her senses and followed Yang Huaiping out of the thatched hut, at this time the rain in the sky outside had already fallen lightly, and the rain eaves of the thatched hut sounded the sound of falling water.

In the misty autumn rain, Qianqian pulled the corner of Yang Huaiping's clothes, and her lips pursed: "Brother Yang, are you really a fairy?"

Yang Huaiping helped Qianqian tidy up some messy hair on the top of his head, he shook his head and said: "Silly girl, how can I be an immortal, I heard my master say that the life of the gods in the sky is not as good as the life of our mortals, even if I am an immortal, I am not happy to be an immortal!"

After thinking for a moment, she bit her thin lip and said, "Although you are not an immortal, I can also see that you are an amazing person, didn't you say that you have a wife last time, then how many wives do you have!"

Yang Huaiping pursed his lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said: "I have three wives, but they have never met each other, if they meet, I think I will die a miserable death!"

Qianqian said thoughtfully: "Since you have three wives, then I will marry the fourth child, this is over, I will definitely be bullied by those big sisters at that time!"

After Yang Huaiping sighed, he thought to himself that there were three women in one play, not to mention that there was more Qianqian, a little girl who made him undecided, just thinking about it made her head feel big!