After resting for the night at Komaki Mountain Castle, Yu Qiuhei set off for Kuroda Castle at noon the next day. By the time we arrived at Kuroda Castle, it was already getting dark. As soon as he stepped into the third floor of the Kuroda Castle castle tower with his front foot, Yu Qiuyu excitedly ran to the third floor of the castle tower and found Yu Qiuping.

"Daddy! Father! Yu Qiuyou excitedly opened the door, with a small hand behind his back, as if he was hiding something that he intended to give Yu Qiuping.

"You'er, Dad just came back, can you let Dad take a breath?" Kaede Imagawa grumbled dissatisfiedly. She was holding Yu Qiucen in her arms at this time, coaxing her to sleep. Yu Qiuyou's fuss immediately woke up Yu Qiucen, who was already in a daze, and cried wow.

"It's okay, it's okay, Dad isn't tired!" Yu Qiuping saw his son, more kind than anything else, smiled and stretched, "Say, You'er, what's the matter?" ”

After Yu Qiuyou saw that he had attracted Yu Qiuping's attention, he smiled proudly: "Dad, guess?" He tilted his head and looked at Yu Qiuping.

"You'er has eaten something delicious?" Yu Qiuping asked pretending not to understand.

"It's not." Yu Qiuyou shook his head mischievously, "Dad, guess again?" ”

"That's... Mom bought You'er a nice toy? Yu Qiuping asked with a smile again.

"Not either!" Yu Qiuyou didn't seem to be able to guess when he saw Yu Qiuping, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

"Dad can't guess it, so why don't you tell Dad about it?" Yu Qiuping pleaded in a very childish tone, amusing Imagawa Kaede on the side.

Yu Qiuyou raised his eyebrows proudly, and suddenly pulled out the hand that had been hidden behind his back.

"Dangdang, dang!" Yu Qiuyou hummed a small tune on his lips, and his hands excitedly raised the piece of rice paper that was originally hidden behind his back, facing Yu Qiuping. "Dad, look, am I amazing!"

Yu Qiuping and Imagawa Kaede glanced at the piece of paper, looked at each other again, and smiled at each other.

"How! Father! Mom! Yu Qiuyou saw that the two did not comment immediately, and asked anxiously.

"You'er," Yu Qiuping waved his hand with a smile, "Do you want to show your parents the words you wrote on rice paper?" ”

"That's right!" Yu Qiuyou nodded his head as expected.

"Then you held the paper upside down!" Yu Qiuping pointed to the paper in Yu Qiuyou's hand, and laughed with Imagawa Kaede, "You put the side with the words written on your face, where can your parents see it?" ”

After Yu Qiuping reminded him, Yu Qiuyou hurriedly looked down, only to find that he had put the side written on it to himself. With a blushing face, he hurriedly turned the paper to one side, and pointed the side of the writing at Yu Qiuping.

I saw three words written crookedly on the white rice paper with a black brush: Yu Qiuyou. Although the strokes are thick and thin, the structure is very unreasonable, and the word "rain" is written like a painting. But that's the writing of a four-year-old! It's already very good! Yu Qiuping remembered that before he went to Xiaomaki Mountain, Yu Qiuyou hadn't started to learn to write!

"You're awesome!" Yu Qiuping smiled and clapped his hands and encouraged, "Is this what Uncle Jingde taught you today?" ”

"That's right!" After Yu Qiuyou received Yu Qiuping's praise, he said excitedly: "This morning, Aunt Zhihu taught me and my brother to learn simple sword knowledge, and we started to learn to write in the afternoon!" I learned it in one afternoon! ”

"At the beginning, I still can't write..."Just when Yu Qiuyou was still talking about his head, and wanted to tell Yu Qiuping about his tortuous experience of learning to write names, Yu Qiuping suddenly said: "You'er, did you say that your brother also learned to write with you?" ”

"Uh... Well, that's right! Yu Qiuyou stumbled, so he had to pause his story first and answer his father's question. My master and Takenaka-sama taught us two to practice calligraphy. That's right! Father! When I learned to write 'rain' today..."

"Then where did your brother practice calligraphy?" Yu Qiuping walked to the door as he spoke, and changed into his shoes, "Your brother doesn't have a right hand, so it must be very inconvenient to write." I'm going to see him. ”

Yu Qiuyou was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and swallowed back the story he wanted to tell his father, and it was difficult to hide the loss in his eyes. However, he nodded sensibly and said in a low voice, "In the study on the second floor." ”

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Yuqiu walked down the stairs to the second floor and saw a faint light flickering in the study. It was already dark, and the smoke outside Kuroda Castle was beginning to thin.

Yu Qiuping relaxed his steps, slowly walked to the edge of the study, and looked carefully into the room through the hollow window. I saw a weak figure, kneeling in front of a table, and the empty sleeve of his right hand was particularly distressing. Yu Qiuyan seemed to have been kneeling for a long time, his body was already tired, and he trembled slightly, but he still knelt straight meticulously. He held the brush in a standard posture in his left hand, carefully dipped it in ink, and awkwardly tried to write his name on rice paper again.

The first word "rain" is already easy to write in these words. Although Yu Qiuyan has tried very hard and carefully to copy the template that Shigeharu Takenaka helped him write on another piece of paper, he will always write incorrectly due to various problems. Either the "point" point doesn't get a place, or the first and second horizontal always overlap each other. Every time he made a mistake, he would have a very annoyed expression on his face, so he had to move the paper a little and start writing the second one.

Yu Qiuping glanced at his side, and there was already a thick pile of rice paper, which was full of the word "rain" that could not be written, and he worked so hard with every stroke, but he could not find the correct position.

Shigeharu Takenaka sat beside Yu Qiuyu, looking at the child in front of him distressed and helpless. He has always written with his right hand, and he can't write well with his left hand, so it is difficult to make any substantive suggestions to Yu Qiuyan, so he has to watch him try again and again, and fail again and again. Yu Qiuyou had already practiced before and went to dinner, but Yu Qiuyou had been practicing until now and couldn't finish it. The left-handed characters are really much more difficult to control than the right-handed, and even the man's glyphs are designed for the right hand.

"Young master, let's practice later," Takenaka Shigeji whispered distressedly: "I'll have dinner first, rest for a while and then practice." ”

However, Yu Qiuyan, who was still a little annoyed, heard Shigeharu Takenaka say this, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he was almost crying aggrievedly.

"Teacher, let me practice for a while." The child tried to hold back the cry in the child's voice, and said in a low voice: "Ayou has practiced so quickly... I'm sure I can. ”

"Young master..."Shigeji Takenaka sighed and patted Yu Qiuyan on the shoulder gently, "Don't force yourself too much sometimes, let's rest first." You're not in good shape and can't sit for so long. As soon as Shigeharu Takenaka's words fell, he did cough heavily twice.

"No, teacher." Yu Qiuyan blinked and shook his head vigorously, "I'm unwilling." ”

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Yu Qiuyan sat quietly on his knees in the room and practiced calligraphy, while Shigeji Takenaka silently accompanied him. Yu Qiuping quietly leaned against the door, looking through the house at his hard-working child, fighting against his unfortunate fate over and over again. However, he didn't notice that Yu Qiuyou's small figure was also mostly at the staircase in the distance, looking at his father.

In this way, he practiced again and again, until the sun sank into the mountains, until the moon gradually rose, until the sound of the watch began to echo in the city, and Yu Qiuyan finally began to practice the most difficult character "殇". Even through the door, Yu Qiuping could hear his stomach growling, but this child didn't mean to give up.

Shigeji Takenaka sat on the side, coughed a few more heavily, his face was a little unsightly, why not Yuqiu? However, none of the two masters and apprentices proposed to rest again, but just kept persevering. There are many strokes of "殇", and when you write with a heavy brush, if you don't grasp one of them well, the strokes will overlap. Yu Qiuyan didn't have to take the trouble to unpack the "mourning" into separate parts, practiced it repeatedly, and then tried to put them together.

Finally, after countless more failures, Yu Qiuyan seems to have finally found some feelings. Behind the words "rain" and "autumn" that had been written well, he finally wrote a "mourning" with one stroke and ten strokes! The word "殇" does not overlap in order for the strokes to be non-overlapping. The glyph is more than twice as large as "rain" and "autumn". But, after all, he succeeded!

Tears of joy overflowed her eyes at once, and the brush in Yuqiu's left hand slipped weakly on the table. He excitedly tried to get up, but felt dizzy from kneeling for too long and suddenly got up, and fell straight backwards.

The door opened suddenly, and Yu Qiuping ran into the room quickly, squatted down and hugged Yu Qiuping. Seeing this, Yu Qiuyou also hurriedly ran into the house and came to Yu Qiuyu's side to check his condition. Yu Qiuyan's face turned pale, and he finally took a breath, and the scene in front of him no longer rotated.

"Mourning! It doesn't matter if you want it! Yu Qiuping hugged the child in his arms in distress, "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

However, Yu Qiuyan did not answer directly.

He just raised his little hand hard and pointed to the rice paper on the table, and pointed to the three big characters on the rice paper that were crooked, "Rain and Autumn Death".

"Daddy, look." Yu Qiuyan whispered proudly in a weak voice: "I did it." ”

Yu Qiuping's tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, hugged the child in his arms, and stroked his back over and over again with his right hand, stroking his body that had been trembling because he had been kneeling all afternoon.

"Daddy saw it, and Death is awesome." Yu Qiuping said softly.

"It's my son."