Yan Qing and Hulin came to Shangge Private School, and when they entered the door, they were in the courtyard of the middle standard, and the front row of houses a hundred steps away from them should be classrooms, and there were corridors on the left and right sides. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The children were playing in the yard, and they all knew that Hulin had helped his master buy paintings, but why had he brought a lady back?

Hey, I think I have something delicious in my hand.

This was made visible to the children, who were younger than Hulin, and two or three of them came running up to them and asked, "Hulin, have you brought something delicious to eat?"

"Me too, I'm hungry too"

"And me... I'm hungry too."

When Hulin heard that the three little brothers were hungry, he loved his brothers very much on weekdays, and he would definitely give them all the delicious food.

But today is different, the master is sick, and the osmanthus cake he brought back is for the master to eat.

He pondered for a moment and said, "If you bear with me, in another hour, it will be time for dinner, you go and play!

"No... No... Nope."

The three children couldn't eat Hulin's food, and it seemed that they were not good at giving up! They gathered around Hulin, pulled at his shirt, and said, "I'm going to eat the delicious food from my brother's hand."

"No, this is for the master!" Hulin didn't think about it for a moment, and refused in one bite.

"Hulin!" Yan Qing liked these children very much, watching them play, she was unconsciously happy, but she ignored them, just thinking of bringing osmanthus cakes to her master, but she forgot about these children.

She smiled at Hulin: "Since the younger brothers want to eat, you can give them a good meal, first share a little bit of the taste, if you like it, I will go back and let grandma make more and send it over, how about it?"

"Thank you, ma'am!" said Hulin, as he walked to the stone table in the courtyard, laid down the oiled paper bag, opened it and counted the pieces, there were twelve osmanthus cakes, but there were eighteen children here.

After he was embarrassed for a while, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, took a piece of osmanthus cake and divided it in half, and handed it to his two younger brothers. So everyone had something to eat, and the Master's share was kept.

Yan Qing followed Hulin to the corridor on the right, and when he arrived in the backyard, he found that the corridors on both sides were connected.

He approached the door in the middle of the row and knocked lightly: "Master, the landscape painting of "Seclusion" was bought back by the student."

"Okay!" came the sound of getting up in the room.

"Master!" Hulin continued, "Mrs. Su has come to see you with the students."

The old master seemed to be surprised, and then said happily: "Hulin, please invite Mrs. Su to sit in the hall, and the master will meet Mrs. later."

Yan Qing and Hu Lin smiled, and the two went to the hall first.

Not for a while.

The old master came to the hall with a surprise on his face, treated him politely, Yan Qing cared about his condition, the two of them sat down, and Hulin stood beside the old master.

"It's really Mrs. Lao who sent Hulin back to the private school!" the old master smiled and said gratefully.

"Master is polite!" Yan Qing glanced at Hulin and said with a smile: "Hulin, this kid is sensible, and he thinks about his master in everything, I see him... Scold... Hulin, where's your osmanthus cake? Take it out and give it to the Master."

"Hmm!" Hulin nodded heavily, took out the oiled paper bag from his arms, and respectfully handed it to the old master and said, "Master, please smile."

"This osmanthus cake?" the old master looked at Yan Qing, took the osmanthus cake, smiled lovingly, and patted Hulin's head.

"The aunt at home made it, she liked the child Hulin very much, and when she saw that he was reluctant to eat it, she said that she wanted to bring it back to her master to eat, so she made more!" Yan Qing replied with a smile.

"Hehe!" The old master opened the oil paper, saw that there were still three pieces of osmanthus cake, took one and gave one to Hulin and said, "Hulin will eat another piece, the master already has two pieces enough to eat."

Hulin shook his head and stood beside Yan Qing.

The old master smiled, tasted the taste of osmanthus cake, and immediately praised: "Well, this osmanthus cake is very fragrant, and I didn't feel sweet and greasy after eating a piece of it, and my aunt is a good craft."

"If the aunt knows that the master praises her, she will be very happy!" Yan Qing said with a smile.

The old master finished eating two pieces of osmanthus cake and put them on the table, and suddenly sighed heavily.

Yan Qing was puzzled, but it was not easy to ask directly, she saw that Hulin lowered her eyelids in shame, and her immature face suddenly calmed down a lot.

The atmosphere was inevitably a little frozen for a while.

In desperation, she had no choice but to find a topic on calligraphy and painting, and asked: "Master has never been to the art gallery, how did he know that there is a painting "Seclusion" in the art gallery?"

The old master came to his senses from his solemn thoughts and replied with a smile: "A few days ago, Mr. Peng invited me to the mansion as a guest, and unintentionally, I saw this landscape painting of "Seclusion" hanging in the hall of the mansion. To tell the truth, the old man's family name is Chen, and he is from Huaifeng County. And some of the scenes in Mr. Su's landscape paintings are very similar to the landscapes of Huaifeng."

"I see!" Yan Qing suddenly realized and smiled: "No wonder! Speaking of which, this can be regarded as a coincidence."

"Hmm!" the old man stroked his beard and said: "After returning to the private school, the old man tossed and turned for a few nights, and since he was sick, he was even more worried about Huaifeng, thinking about whether he could see each other again before entering the earth."

"Master!" Hulin didn't want anything to happen to his master.

Yan Qing didn't say anything anymore, because she, like her master, also had a concern for her family and hometown, and her master could still go back to her hometown to see, but she might not be able to go back for the rest of her life.

"Why doesn't the master go back to Huaifeng to visit his relatives?" she asked.

"It's not easy to talk about!" The old master smiled and glanced at Hulin, not only Hulin, but there were more than a dozen babies in the courtyard outside, if he left, who would take care of them.

"Master?" Yan Qing saw that the master had something to say.

Yan Qing and Liu were chatting with Xinrong.

Fang Xinrong recalled the scene of being brought back to Pingyang by the gangsters today, and still had palpitations in his heart. Moreover, it was she who caused the gallery, and she still apologized to Sister Yan.

"Sister, don't blame yourself anymore!" Yan Qingwen persuaded her: "Okay, don't think about anything, sister will heal her injuries first, and when things are done properly for Mr. Wei and Brother Gong, you can rest assured that you can stay in Lan'an."

"But..."When Fang Xinrong thought of her father, she was still a little reluctant, her father was such a daughter as her, if she hadn't forced her to marry Lu Zhengming, how could she think of sneaking out of the house.

Yan Qing and Liu Shi saw her thoughts, and the two looked at each other, and it was not easy to say anything for the time being.

Shi Wenjie sent Gong Wenshen back from the house, walked to the door, and happened to meet the old housekeeper bringing the boiled soup, and he took it and entered the room.

Yan Qing visited Xinrong's sister, and seeing that she was safe now, she relieved herself and said goodbye and went back to the gallery.

Liu Shi saw that Wenjie came in with a decoction, so she smiled and said to send Xiaoqing.

Yan Qing and Liu left.

Shi Wenjie took the spoon and fiddled around in the bowl twice, then put it close to his mouth and blew it lightly, sat on the edge of the bed and smiled at the little beauty who lowered her head and smiled, but did not look up at him: "Come, drink the decoction and it will be fine soon."

"Brother Shi!" Fang Xinrong raised her head to look at him, her eyes were full of smiles, and she said, "Thank you for saving me back to Lan'an, actually..."

"Actually, what?" asked Shi Wenjie as he withdrew the spoon and smiled interestedly.

Fang Xinrong clutched the futon noodles with both hands, obviously feeling her own heartbeat accelerating, and replied crimson: "Actually, I was in a predicament at the time, and I was thinking about it... It's Brother Shi, I've been calling Brother Shi in my heart..."As he spoke, a tear rolled down his cheek inexplicably.

Shi Wenjie put down the medicine bowl steadily.

He raised his hand to caress Xinrong's delicate face, wiped away her tears with pity, and took her into his arms and said: "I always feel a bad premonition, so I rushed back to Lan'an, fortunately I met you on the way, otherwise I don't know..."

"Brother Shi, don't say anything that goes against the joy of the people!" Fang Xinrong said in a panic, hugging his waist, and his heart was never more steady.

The two hugged quietly for a while.

Shi Wenjie thought that the decoction that was put aside was about to cool down, he kissed Xinrong's earlobe, reluctantly let go of him, and said softly: "Come, drink the medicine first"

"Uh-huh!good!" Fang Xinrong smiled and nodded.

Liu sent Xiaoqing out of the house, and the two chatted while walking, she said: "Now Xinrong wants to recuperate in the mansion for a while." And Pingyang's side, presumably it will not be easy to compromise, the days that should be tossed in the future will not be saved, Xiaoqing, the gallery should be nothing for the time being, it is better for me to go to the gallery to help for a while! Xinrong has Wenjie and Xiaoyu to take care of, I will go back to the house at night to see her."

Yan Qing never thought that Mrs. Wei had the idea of going to the gallery to help, she didn't think about it, and politely refused Mrs. Wei's kindness and said, "Mrs. Wei is polite, there are many things in the house that you need to take care of." The gallery has not been too busy these days, and my husband, Aunt Li and Uncle Feng are still busy, so how can I bother Mrs. Wei?"

"Xiaoqing, we are all family, you don't need to be polite to me!" Liu insisted on what she meant.

Yan Qing was grateful to Mrs. Wei, and she didn't mean to be polite to her, she just didn't want Mrs. Wei to be too tired! The gallery was busy every day, and it took a while for Sister Xinrong to get used to it, and she was able to get more and more comfortable.

Liu knew that Xiaoqing was thinking about her, and since she couldn't resist Xiaoqing's wishes, she had to give up first.

Out of the mansion, Yan Qing asked Mrs. Wei to stay and said with a smile: "Mrs. Wei should go back to the house!

"Good!" Liu said.

Yan Qing went all the way back to the art gallery, and happened to pass Wenren Street, she remembered that there were not many ink blocks left in the art gallery, so she went to buy a few more pieces for spare.

Back to the gallery.

Sure enough, she didn't see any painters coming to visit, Aunt Li came out of the back hall and saw that Xiaoqing had gone to the Wei Mansion and came back, she asked worriedly, "How is it?"

"It's okay!" Yan Qing sat back at the counter and sorted out the accounts, and replied: "Sister Xinrong's wrist was strangled not lightly, the doctor has already treated her, and now it should be fine, that is, I let her recuperate well in the house, and by the way, she can avoid those villains, and she will not come to the gallery in the near future."

"It's okay!" Aunt Li sighed and continued: "Come to think of it, it's not easy for Xinrong to be that girl, I may be homesick in my heart, but I am unwilling to go back, her father promised her to someone who doesn't like her, alas!"

"Okay, Aunt Li!" Yan Qing glanced at her and said, "Mrs. Wei has the intention to give Sister Xinrong to Shi Gongzi..."

"That's good!" Before Yan Qing finished speaking, he was snatched away by Aunt Li and said: "I see that Shi Gongzi is indeed a very good person, but unfortunately he is not Gong Gongzi?

Yan Qing looked at Aunt Li looking happy for Sister Xinrong, smiled, took the ink block and handed it to Aunt Li, and said with a smile: "Uncle Feng's ink block over there is almost running out, this is a new purchase, Aunt Li, you go and get it to Uncle Feng!"

"Oh! good!" Aunt Li responded affectionately, took the ink block, and went up to the second floor with a smile.

One morning and half an afternoon passed, and the gallery was still empty.

Yan Qing sat indifferently in the hall and painted her paintings, not looking eager. In fact, I was thinking about how to restore the gallery to its previous booming business.

"Madame!"

She was thinking about it when she suddenly heard a cute familiar voice in her ears.

Yan Qing put down the pen and looked at Meng Tong, and smiled, it was not Hulin who was playing on the street before that she was just calling her wife.

She picked him up lovingly, smiled softly and asked, "Hulin, why are you here alone? What about the master? You won't steal out of the private school again and run out to play, right?"

"No!" Hulin frowned and said cutely: "I came to buy a painting for the master, and the master said that he wanted to buy Mr. Su's "Seclusion"."

"Oh?" Yan Qing took him and looked outside, but he didn't see the master's figure, and asked him, "What about the master?" Why didn't he come by himself?"

"Master is sick!" said Hulin, scratching his head.

"How could you be sick?" Yan Qing asked thoughtfully, and went to the painting area with Hulin in his arms.

Aunt Li made the osmanthus cake, came out of the back hall with it, and when she saw a child coming to the gallery, she immediately asked happily: "Yo! Whose doll is this?

As she spoke, she approached Hulin with an osmanthus cake.

"Thank you, Grandma!" Hulin took a piece and ate it, and after taking a bite, he thought it was delicious, and then wanted to eat a second piece.

Aunt Li likes children, Yan Qing only saw it today, she smiled and put down Hulin, let him and grandma go to play for a while, and she took the landscape painting of "Seclusion" and wrapped it at the counter.

Looking at Hulin again, the osmanthus cake he ate, the scum was stained in his mouth, and Aunt Li helped him wipe his mouth from time to time.

"I want water!" Hulin ate anxiously, looking around at the water.

Yan Qing hurriedly poured him a cup of tea, handed it to him to drink, and told him to eat slowly, anyway, no one grabbed him.

Hulin nodded.

He raised his sleeve and wiped his mouth and said, "Grandma, this one you made is really delicious, much better than the food cooked by the master."

"Hehe!" Aunt Li was amused and said, "Is it delicious, you can go back later, just take the remaining pieces back and eat it, if it's gone, grandma can make it again."

"Okay! Thank you, Grandma!" Hulin suddenly stopped eating, and took a piece of osmanthus cake and prepared to put it in his arms.

Aunt Li looked at it, stopped him in a hurry and asked, "Yo! What are you doing here?"

"I'm going to bring it back to my master to eat!" said Hulin, solemnly.