On a whim, Fu Qingqian actually took out his drawing paper and prepared to draw a picture of his family's words as a souvenir. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, she does not intend to paint traditional Chinese paintings, but rather sketches. With great interest, I took the easel and chose a place in the courtyard with a relatively wide field of vision, which could take in most of the yard.

She didn't draw in particular detail, just a rough idea. So it didn't take too much time for the yard to come to life.

Looking at the finished product in front of him, Fu Qingqian bent the corners of his mouth and was very satisfied. It's been a long time, and this kung fu hasn't been lost.

This sentence can be regarded as a thought. When she gets homesick outside, she takes it out and has a look. Although, she would prefer to paint a picture for her second brother.

"What kind of drawing are you?"

Wen Zichu has actually been here for a long time, but he didn't make a sound to disturb the little junior sister. I'm afraid that my voice will affect her painting. It wasn't until she put down the pen in her hand that she found an opportunity to speak.

Looking at the clear appearance of the courtyard, Wen Zichu's eyes were full of curiosity and doubt. He had never seen such a painting. Every stroke is drawn very realistically. It was very different from what he had ever seen.

And as soon as he was standing in the back, he found that the little junior sister was moving very fast. Such a complicated sentence did not take much time at all.

Unexpectedly, his secret operation was discovered by the senior brother. Fu Qingqian frowned before he said slowly. "I don't know what it is, I learned it in a book."

Before the senior brother could react, Fu Qingqian quietly swapped the pencil in his hand with the charcoal in the space.

It's easier to fool around with the drawing, but if the pencil is seen by the senior brother, I don't know how to explain it.

"Shall I look at this painting?" When Wen Zichu heard the words of the little junior sister, he frowned and didn't ask any more questions.

It's just that this way of drawing is so strange that Wen Zichu's eyes are about to fall on it.

"Absolutely." Senior brother wants to see, Fu Qingqian naturally will not refuse. He got up and retreated, giving up his position to the senior brother.

Wen Zichu also unceremoniously sat down in front of the little junior sister and observed the painting up close.

After observing for a long time, he turned his head and asked the little junior sister. "What did you draw with?" The lines of this painting are different from the others. And there is no ink inkstone around.

Knowing that the senior brother would ask himself this question, Fu Qingqian handed the paintbrush that had been replaced a long time ago to the senior brother.

"What is this?" Wen Zichu took the black wooden strip the thickness of half a little finger and thumb handed over by the little junior sister. I took it and looked at it, but I still couldn't tell what it was made of.

"Charcoal made of charcoal." didn't hide the senior brother, Fu Qingqian told the truth directly.

Although, this is not really charcoal.

Wen Zichu frowned, probably thinking that there were not many injuries and charcoal. But it looks dark, and it seems to be a little similar.

I could see the entanglement of the senior brother, but Fu Qingqian didn't plan to continue to be entangled with him here.

put away the painting he had just drawn, and put on a piece of drawing paper for the elder brother. "Senior brother, let's study here slowly! I'll go to the kitchen and see how they've prepared tonight's dinner! ”

After speaking, without waiting for the senior brother's answer, he hurriedly left with the painting.

Wen Zichu couldn't get what the hell this thing from the mouth of the little junior sister, so he watched the little junior sister run away.

He shook his head helplessly, but continued to sit there out of curiosity.

It's really like what Fu Qingqian just said, and he studied it. Take the charcoal in your hand and start to put pen to paper on your drawing paper.

It's just that no matter how hard he tries, the lines he draws under the pen always dissatisfy him.

Fu Qingqian ignored the senior brother's solo struggle, took the painting to the room, and then went to the kitchen.

"How's it going?" Looking at the busy people in the kitchen, Fu Qingqian asked.

Ziyu is the person in charge of the kitchen, so she is naturally the one to answer at this time. "It's almost."

Fu Qingqian looked at the bone broth in the pot and nodded slightly.

"You take all the food outside." Fu Qingqian rolled up his sleeves and prepared to start stir-frying the hot pot base for the red soup.

But now there are a lot of people in the kitchen, so as not to let them affect their own performance. Fu Qingqian did not hesitate to arrange a job for them so that they could leave here.

"What smells so good!" Bai Yanzi smelled the fragrance and went to the kitchen, and his eyes were full of curiosity and expectation.

Fu Qingqian heard the master's words and bent the corners of his mouth. "Hot pot." Only then did she fry the red soup base, and the master had already smelled it.

I believe that when the time comes, the taste will definitely surprise everyone.

Bai Yanzi had naturally eaten a hot pot, but he had never seen such a soup as a hot pot. Looking at the red pot, looking at it makes people swallow saliva unconsciously.

"Can I have soup now?" Bai Yanzi's gaze couldn't take his eyes off the pot of soup at all, and he really wanted to taste what it tasted like. The taste must be very good!

Hearing the master say that he wanted to drink soup, Fu Qingqian's head was suddenly full of black lines.

"This soup can't be drunk." The hot pot soup is generally made of oil and chili peppers, and spices account for most of them, so it smells fragrant, but I'm afraid I can't drink it!

But knowing the master's temperament, even if it's a pot of oil. As long as it is fragrant, he can eat it.

"Master, the highlight is at night. If you drink the soup now, you'll have to watch everyone eat it at night. ”

In the end, Bai Yanzi left the kitchen very reluctantly and failed to drink the soup. He was just looking forward to an early arrival of dinner to get a taste of what it was like.

Because there are many people in the family, it is natural to divide it into two pots when eating at night.

Fu Qingqian specially told Xiao Yi and the two patients not to eat spicy food, but only to eat a hot pot of clear soup.

Bai Yanzi had already waited intently after the hot pot was added up.

Lest he be one step behind the others, he even sandwiched a piece of thinly sliced meat on his chopsticks. As soon as the soup in the pot boils, it is ready to be put into the pot.

Fu Qingqian saw the master's posture, and could only shake his head helplessly.

As soon as the soup in the pot boiled, the meat in Bai Yanzi's hand went down. Counting the time, every second feels difficult.

Until he scooped up his piece of meat from the pot, he stuffed it directly into his mouth regardless of whether he could put it in his mouth.

No matter how hot it is, I can't bear to spit out the delicious food in my mouth.

"It's delicious!" A piece of meat went down, and Bai Yanzi's eyes lit up.

After saying only that, he ignored it while the others hurriedly put their favorite things in the pot.

With Bai Yanzi taking the lead, everyone naturally began to take action.

Except for Xiao Yihe, who can't eat spicy food, everyone else can't help but drink water while not stopping to fish into the red soup.

Only Fu Qingqian is alone, and he can be regarded as the most gentle person.

Although she hasn't eaten hot pot for a long time, she has eaten it anyway. So the performance is naturally the most gentle.

The hot pot on Chinese New Year's Eve was satisfied by everyone, even the master brother who had never felt much about eating. also seemed a little unsatisfied, and actually asked Fu Qingqian when the next time he would eat.

can be liked by everyone, Fu Qingqian is naturally very happy.

However, these two days are New Year's Day, and it is not appropriate to eat hot pots. I didn't decide when the next time would be.

The hot pot is finished, and the biggest problem is coming.

Fu Qingqian sniffed his clothes, only to feel that his whole body was full of the smell of hot pot.

So she had prepared before, asking Ziyu to use all the pots she could use at home to heat water. There are so many people in the house, everyone needs to wash.

Fortunately, the kitchen at home is large and there are many pots. In addition, there are many ear rooms, so you don't have to worry about waiting too long.

Fu Qingqian took a shower and wiped his hair back to the room.

At this time, it was already early days, and the sound of firecrackers in the downstream villages could be faintly heard.

Although it was not early, Fu Qingqian did not feel sleepy. Standing in front of the window, with his back to the light, he couldn't see clearly.

Fu Qingqian looked at the dark night and found that he rarely recalled his previous life.

It's only been a year, and she seems to have fully integrated into the place.

The corners of her mouth hooked up a smile, probably because there was already her dearest person here. So, I just feel that this place has become her home.

It's just that he thought that he was going to leave after fifteen, and Fu Qingqian was still a little reluctant in his heart. I don't know if the second brother will be able to get used to it then.

The next morning, Fu Qingqian woke up to the sound of thick firecrackers.

When I went downstairs, I found that everyone else in the family had already gotten up. Everyone was dressed in new clothes, and it was very festive. It seems that Fu Qingqian, who wears old clothes, is a little out of place.

After breakfast, it's the main event, New Year's greetings.

Last year, there were only two people in the family, she and her second brother, and I remember that I also sent a big red envelope to my second brother at that time.

Thinking of this, Fu Qingqian couldn't help but look at the second brother and snickered.

When Fu Qingwen saw the shallow smile, he immediately thought of last year's red envelope. A look of horror flashed across her face, and he just rubbed the top of her head with twice as much force as usual.

This year, there are two elderly people in the family, so naturally they are giving red envelopes to everyone.

Bai Yanzi and Uncle Yang's red envelopes were actually prepared for them by Wen Zichu. The reason, of course, goes without saying.

"The red envelope I prepared myself, and now I'm getting it back." Wen Zichu pinched the two red envelopes in his hands, with a completely helpless expression on his face.

Fu Qingqian stood next to the senior brother, and naturally heard the helpless words in his mouth.

looked at the senior brother with a smile, "Taking a red envelope in the New Year represents good luck, if you don't want it, give me all yours!" After speaking, he blinked his eyes and waited for the senior brother to give him all his red envelopes.

"You said that this represents good luck, so naturally I can't give it to you."

Wen Zichu didn't really care about the red envelope in his hand, but he couldn't help but tease the little junior sister.

Fu Qingqian heard his words and muttered. "Stingy!"

"What did you say?" Because the voice of the little sister is too small, and there are noisy voices around. Wen Zichu didn't hear what she just said, but he subconsciously felt that the little junior sister's sentence just now must not be a good thing.

"Didn't say anything!" Fu Qingqian naturally didn't repeat it, and quickly shook his head.

After greeting the New Year, the rest of the time is your own.

The custom in Qinghe Village is that he only starts to visit relatives and friends in the second year of junior high school, but Fu Qingqian feels that he definitely doesn't need to go out on the second day of junior high school.

If you want to come to Chen Ping, they should come here in the second year of junior high school. When I was in the third year of junior high school, I went to Uncle Kong's house. I went to Xu Wenzhi's house on the fourth day of junior high school, and Feng Yuan's house on the fifth day of junior high school, and then there should be nothing else to do.

Sure enough, as Fu Qingqian expected, in the second year of junior high school, Chen Ping and the four of them came as if they had agreed.

Fu Qingqian just took this opportunity to give them the gift he had prepared before. At the same time, I also began to explain the things of the coming year.

The indicators that each of them need to complete this year, Fu Qingqian gave a detailed explanation. I believe that even if I am not there this year, they will do a good job.

Carefree time always flies very fast, so fast that one doesn't pay attention. It's already fifteen nights, that is. Tomorrow, she will leave with her master and them.

Fu Qingqian has arranged everything in the past few days, whether it is the industry in his hands or the affairs of the base. Only the second brother's affairs were not arranged.

But the second brother doesn't need to worry about himself at all, when he goes to Xu Wenzhi's house in the fourth year of junior high school. He said that after the year, he would ask Xiangqinghe Academy to recommend the second brother, and then as long as the second brother passed the exam, he could go to school.

Fu Qingqian was not worried that the second brother would not be able to pass the exam at all, so it also meant that the second brother would go to the academy in a few days.

As soon as dinner was over, Fu Qingqian went to the second brother's room with a large box of things.

"I was going to look for you." Fu Qingwen didn't expect that Qianqian would take a step ahead of him, and welcomed her in with a smile on his face. It's just that this smile is mixed with sadness and reluctance.

"Then I'm one step faster than the second brother's movements!" Not wanting the atmosphere to be too dull, Fu Qingqian came with a smile.

Fu Qingwen saw Qianqian's smug look, and took the box from her hand with a smile. He didn't have to guess what it contained. Last time when the eldest brother left, Qianqian also prepared such a big box of things.

Only this time, it's shallow and leaving.

"That's what I let you!" It's rare to be poor with her, and Fu Qingwen doesn't want to be too sad and reluctant. Otherwise, it will make Asa worry instead.

"You're the second brother! Of course you have to let me! Fu Qingqian was not modest at all, and his face was taken for granted.

When Fu Qingwen heard this, he nodded with a smile.

"Fu Zhen and they will leave in two days, and they won't come back for anything. There are only Uncle Yang and Ding Bei left in the family, and the second brother doesn't have to worry about being at home in the academy. ”

"Study hard, I'm still waiting to be the champion's sister!"

"Good!" Fu Qingwen didn't know what to say, but just listened to what he said shallowly. Then he nodded, not refuting any of her words.

Seeing that the second brother was so obedient, Fu Qingqian couldn't help but tell him more.

"You can't stay up late to read, you have to rest early."

"You have to make more friends at the academy, but you don't need to be too deliberate."

"Good!" Fu Qingwen still only said such a word, but he put every shallow sentence in his heart. (To be continued.) )