Song Yuchen had an idea in his heart, and his subordinates also began to act: "Xiaoshun, be a clay figure, how can I look better and keep it longer?" ”

"This? Of course, the clay figurine mold must be made first, then dried, and then colored. "Little obedient used to grow up in a beggar's den, and I once saw an old gentleman selling clay men making clay figures.

"Oh, okay, you go get some paint, and you get a stove." Song Yuchen instructed: "Let's see if there are any tools that can be used by the clay figures, and bring them together."

"Yes." Xiao Shun received the order to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Song Yuchen: "Wait." ”

"Lord Wang."

"If you see them later, don't say that this king is ......" Song Yuchen felt a little embarrassed again, so he simply shut up: "Go ahead." Song Yuchen thought that if the people below knew that he was pinching clay figures, it would inevitably destroy his image of being wise and unfazed. But when I think about it, I really seem to be fake.

"Yes." Xiaoshun already understood what Song Yuchen meant, and only then turned around and left.

Soon, Xiaoshun took the fire, paint, and tools for kneading clay figures, and went back to Song Yuchen's room, where he saw several clay dolls beside Song Yuchen.

Song Yuchen is really not as good as Shi Qingran in the matter of kneading clay figures.

"Lord Wang, what do you want to pinch?" Xiaoshun asked.

"People." Song Yuchen listened to Xiao Shun's words, did not raise his head, and still carefully pinched the clay figure. However, Song Yuchen used to march all year round, and his strength didn't seem to be well controlled, and if he was not careful, the head of the clay doll that was beginning to take on a human shape was screwed off by him.

Xiaoshun: "......"

Song Yuchen was stunned for a long time, and finally looked at Xiaoshun: "Can you pinch it?" ”

"It should be." Xiaoshun nodded: "In the past, when grandma was here, I often praised the slaves for pinching clay figures well." It's a pity that after my grandmother died, I never pinched the clay figurines again. ”

"Teach the king."

"Yes." So Xiaoshun also rolled up his sleeves and made clay figurines with Song Yuchen. When Xiaoshun's grandmother was still healthy, he often played with mud alone, so Xiaoshun would be a little bit more or less about pinching clay people.

"Lord, do you want to pinch yourself and the princess?" Xiao Shun looked at the head and body of the clay figures lying all over the ground, and asked again.

"Hmm." Song Yuchen said, rubbing the head of another clay figure. What he is pinching now is Shi Qingran's appearance, but he has pinched several molds, and none of them can be eye-catching.

"That's like this." Xiao Shun said, reaching out and pinching a piece of mud from the basin. Xiao Shun kneaded the piece of mud and rounded it, and after a while, the mud became the chick of Shi Qingran's head.

"Amazing!" Song Yuchen sighed, and became excited like a child: "Quick, you do it again and teach this king." ”

Xiao Shun followed his words and demonstrated the steps just now in front of Song Yuchen again. Song Yuchen was very demanding, and he pinched several molds, and finally one of them felt decent.

In this way, I don't know how long it took Song Yuchen to make the clay figure mold of the two. As a result, a lot of molds were discarded for dyeing and coloring, and it took a lot of time to re-knead, and by the time the two baked molds were colored, it was already dark.

"Lord Wang, it's okay." Xiao Shun saw that the last Song Yuchen's clay figurine was finally done, and he was painted with color, and his heart was finally steady.

"Hmm." Song Yuchen saw it and finally felt satisfied: "Now, tomorrow I finally have something for Ran Ran." ”

Of course, in addition to the gift of this pair of little clay figurines, Song Yuchen also prepared other things, which he took out from the Zhennan Palace.

After doing all this, Song Yuchen felt a little hungry, and at this time, the meal had already passed, Song Yuchen still went out, ate a bowl of noodles at the original small noodle stall, and came back slowly.

......

The sun is shining in spring. Shi Qingran didn't close the window when he slept last night, and when the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone on Shi Qingran's face, Shi Qingran woke up.

Shi Qingran got dressed by herself, and when she went out of the door, she saw Hu Xi'er holding something and standing at her door. When Hu Xi'er saw her come out, she bowed respectfully to her: "Miss." ”

"Good and decent, how can you do such a big courtesy." Shi Qingran yawned, said in some surprise, and his eyes fell on the box covered with red cloth in Hu Xi'er's hand.

I don't know what was in this little box, and it was covered with such a layer of red cloth.

"Miss, today is Miss's birthday, so the young master specially asked the slave to send something." Hu Xi'er said, and sent the box to Shi Qingran with both hands: "Miss's things, please take a look at Miss herself."

When Shi Qingran saw it, he opened the red cloth with some suspicion, and saw the box under the red cloth. The box was flat, and the lid was tightly covered, and Shi Qingran didn't know what was inside.

Shi Qingran saw Hu Xi'er smiling, so he reached out and opened the box. Originally, Shi Qingran thought that this must be Shi Xuan's prank, but when she really opened it, she found that it was a piece of paper inside.

There were words on the paper, as if there was some kind of contract written on it.

Shi Qingran picked up the page and read it carefully, only to find that this was the deed of Shijia Villa. Shi Qingran was shocked, raised his head and pursed his lips: "Hu Xi'er, this ...... This ......"

Looking at Shi Qingran's shocked eyes, Hu Xi'er smiled even more happily: "Miss don't be surprised, the young master said, this is the seventeenth birthday gift from the young master to the young lady." ”

"The young master also said that compared to the property under the name of the Shi family, although it is not valuable, after all, this is the place where the young master and the young lady have lived together for more than ten years, and no matter where the young lady is in the future and what happens, she can come back."

Shi Qingran burst into tears. Unexpectedly, Shi Xuan handed over the deed of the house to himself.

"Brother." As soon as Shi Qingran looked up, he saw Shi Xuan looking at him not far away, and when he saw that Shi Qingran found him, he was embarrassed and wanted to leave.

This stubborn and old-fashioned man is one of the few men in the world who is truly good for her.

"Alright, alright." Shi Xuan saw that he couldn't hide Shi Qingran, so he simply stood in place, and when Shi Qingran approached him, he reached out to wipe away her tears: "I'm seventeen years old, and I still love to cry so much?" ”

"I know." Shi Xuan paused and continued: "If you want to give up Song Yuchen, it is even more difficult than asking for your life. ”

"You deserve to have your own life. The only thing my brother can do is to protect you and help you when you are in trouble. Shi Xuan probably expected that Shi Qingran was about to return to Song Yuchen, and he was a little reluctant after all: "Shijia Villa is your home, there are people who care about you the most, if you feel unhappy outside, you can come back at any time." ”