Hua Xue suddenly realized. That's true, if my mother thinks of her husband, she will either grit her teeth with hatred or cry a mess, and she will definitely not be happy.

"My sister is right! Then I have to think about it, the gift for my mother, I can't just fool around. I was going to find a copy of the calligraphy and paintings left by my husband. Hua Xue frowned and thought hard, turned around and went to prepare a gift.

Chen Yuan pouted: "The gift to my mother can't be fooled casually, does it mean that my gift is fooled casually, or can the gift given to me be fooled casually?" Time is tight today, so I won't tease you. But you left me a message, and I want you to talk about it next time. ”

Hua Xue's hearing is so keen, although Chen Yuan's muttering is quiet, he still hears it, wiping the cold sweat that does not exist on his forehead, Hua Xue is glad that he slipped away quickly.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still don't have a clue, what gift to give, the key is that I really have no experience.

Hua Xue wandered around the Peach Blossom Nunnery, hoping to be inspired.

The first thing that catches your eye is naturally the peach blossom trees. At this time, it is the end of March of the lunar calendar, and the peach blossoms on the tree are in full bloom when they are about to fall.

If it is autumn, this tree full of big peaches to give to the mother, both festive, but also real, dress up again, play treasure to a golden monkey to offer peaches, with their own skills, may not be impossible. Seeing that she was playing treasure, her mother must be happy. But at this time, the flowers have not fallen, and naturally there are no peaches. Speaking of which, I happen to be surnamed Hua, if I give my mother flowers, does it mean to give myself to my mother? Well, this can be used as an alternative. However, even if you send flowers, the peach blossoms are messy, and when you scatter flowers, it is beautiful, and it is not very convenient to send them in bunches. It's an orchid, huh...... No, my mother's orchids are overflowing, what varieties are not? Unless I can find a rare breed to make my mother smile, I can't get into my mother's eyes.

Walking to the study, there is also a portrait of the predecessor of the husband painting when he was a child, the predecessor of the painting, and the fat baby who held the fish in the New Year is quite similar, very cute. There are many similar paintings, which are painted every month from childhood to adulthood, recording the growth of Mr. raised his predecessor. Hua Xue has also turned it out and seen it after she came, and the ink does not pursue the similarity, so Hua Xue can only say that the difference between Hua Xue and herself in her memory is actually quite big. Hua Xue wanted to give one of them to her mother before, but after Chen Yuan woke up, Hua Xue felt that it was better not to stimulate her mother today.

I hesitated in my heart whether I wanted to draw a portrait of my mother.

Speaking of which, the three Huaxue are not lacking in artistic accomplishment. The predecessor grew up with his husband, and he naturally knew how to write ink, but he didn't dare to say that he was fine. The one in the transit place, hand-drawn is definitely not good, but when making games with software, the artists often wrap up their own circles. As for Xiao Huaxue, who is the miss's follower, he has learned everything that the miss has learned, and he has to learn what the miss has not learned. As a young lady of a big family, even in a remote planet, there should be no shortage of art education. In order to make Miss happy, Xiaohuaxue has made a lot of contributions to the cartoons she sketched with one hand. In general, Hua Xue feels that she can draw sketches, gongbi, freehand, ink, games, comics, various techniques, and various styles of painting.

I thought in my heart, whether to draw a group of cartoons that I apologized to my mother with ink techniques, the kind of four-panel hilarious, which must make my mother happy. I estimated the time it would take again, half an hour was enough, and it was more than enough for now. I just wanted to start writing, but I felt that it was inappropriate, I apologized yesterday but I saw blood, and I hid it from Sister Yuanyuan. Let's draw something else.

Hua Xue, who has made up her mind, continues to look for new inspiration, thinking about what better subject matter there is, and at the same time thinking about whether there is a more suitable gift.

There is no shortage of high-end goods for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but how can anyone send this to my mother?

There are a lot of rare books on the shelves, but there are no suitable ones for academics, and there are no suitable ones for sending miscellaneous books. Hua Xue felt that if she dared to send "Golden Vase Plum" over, she didn't need her mother, and Sister Yuan Yuan would tear herself up first.

Tables, chairs, benches and other things are even more unreliable, if it was a thousand years earlier, you can also get a chair as a gift, and now it has long been popularized.

Well, the tea bowls and cups on the table are good, although there are not many similar antiques at home, but there are also them, but you can't give your mother's cups, right? "A glass or something, although it is true to me, is also too mocking for me. Although my mother can't see it, I'm more than a lifelong person, and it's not appropriate to send a few. Hua Xue shook her head and gave up the idea.

Out of the study, there is a Buddhist hall at the back. There were people in the Tang family who believed in Buddhism back then, and Hua Xue also noticed that there was no power of faith left in this Buddhist hall at all, obviously because there were too few people praying here, or too much time had passed, and they were all dispersed. Knowing that there are no gods and Buddhas in this direction, Hua Xue didn't want to give relevant gifts to her mother. I thought that my predecessor had never paid attention to whether my mother had faith or not, so I made up my mind to figure it out.

Speaking of which, the Huoyun Cave is directly connected to the luck of the human race, and there is no need to believe in anything at all, the human race is prosperous, and the luck of the Three Emperors is naturally enhanced. Niangniang is the mother goddess, and there is no need to fight at all. I communicated with my family history in my heart, and there was really no need to sacrifice, so I put my heart at ease, Da Huaxue is no longer reliable, if it is really necessary, I shouldn't forget to say it, right?

Still a little worried, Da Huaxue didn't even tell herself the ancestral training for the first time, don't forget it again, right? I asked the system in my heart.

"The power of faith is the power that certain power systems need at a specific stage, and almost none of our relatives follow this system. In addition, the more denominations compete for faith, not all for the power of faith, the larger the sect, the more they compete for the power of faith, but to share the luck of believers. The family relies on the bloodline to share the luck, and the bloodline is flowing, and the connection of the luck is constantly extinct. So you see that the Central Plains has worshiped its own gods in all dynasties, as long as people are still hot-blooded, our luck will still be ours. ”

Hua Xue is clear, so no matter which world he goes to, he must represent the interests of the Yanhuang bloodline, and he must fight for the Yanhuang bloodline. Expelling the Tartars and continuing China is by no means just talk.

Behind the Buddha hall is the kitchen, Hua Xue complained when she saw this layout for the first time, is this for the convenience of lighting incense and borrowing fire, or for the convenience of preparing tribute?

After going into the kitchen and taking a turn, Hua Xue came up with an idea again, although Daming has a lot of various types of food, but he still has the food of later generations to learn from, make two fresh dishes for his mother, although he dare not say that it is more fragrant, but at least he can achieve a novel taste, right?