Yunhua looked at Qiuqiu in surprise, his eyes were red, he thought that the eight years of dependence on each other were enough to make this child understand his good intentions, and also trust the unbreakable family relationship between them, but today, Qiuqiu's words actually made him perceive the panic in Qiuqiu's heart. Yunhua regretted a little, for so many years, she had mostly shown fatherly seriousness and forbearance to Qiuqiu, but she had hidden her mother-like love deeply, so that she couldn't feel the feelings contained in her dedication.

He pulled Qiuqiu over and asked in a muffled voice, "How could I ever say that I would get rid of you like this?" But if you have sinned, you must be punished sincerely, and do not let Simon take your place. When Ximen March heard Qiuqiu and Yunhua's words, he was so anxious that he was about to cry, and said: "Uncle Yunhua, I was wrong, I couldn't bear Qiuqiu to be punished, so I took the initiative to copy it for her." I'll never do that again. Yunhua sighed and said: "Although you have good intentions, you can help people to see what you are helping, and you can help with other things. If you do everything for her indiscriminately, she will not be able to distinguish right from wrong in the future, and she will make a big mistake. ”

Ximen nodded: "I remember, Uncle Yunhua, I will pay attention to it in the future." "Hmm." Yunhua patted March on the shoulder and agreed. He said to Qiuqiu again: "Since March took the initiative to help you, you took all the responsibility on yourself, this matter is very good, today is considered to have made up for it, and you can not write the word." Qiuqiu originally thought that Yunhua was going to punish him more harshly, but when she heard that she would make up for it, she raised her head, pulled the corner of Yunhua's clothes, and said flatteringly and happily: "Sir, you are so good, don't be disappointed in Qiu'er, Qiu'er will no longer be naughty." Yunhua saw Qiuqiu's dark and bright eyes bent into a crescent moon because of happiness under the candlelight, and couldn't help but smile: his student really made him sad and happy, in fact, when he thought about it, he was still more happy.

Ou Jinshu also smiled when she saw that their master and apprentice were in harmony, and she asked, "Did you come late at night, what was the matter?" Yunhua turned around and smiled: "It's nothing, we want to write a letter to Qingzhou and come here to borrow paper and pen." As he spoke, he flipped through a stack of papers written by Simon, only to find that it had all been used. Li Zhuoran said: "Otherwise, tear up a piece of clothing, it's all the same." Yunhua shook his head, took out a piece of paper with a cleaner back from the stack of papers, and asked Simon, "Is it okay for me to write on the back of this piece of paper in March?" Ximen didn't expect that he would be taken so seriously, so he hurriedly squeezed forward, solemnly took the paper, looked at it carefully, and handed it to Yunhua and said, "Uncle Yunhua, you can use it." ”

Ou Jinshu smiled and grinded ink next to him, and said, "I have an idea, I don't know what you think?" Li Zhuoran hurriedly asked: "You say yes, let's listen." Ou Jinshu said: "Writing a letter can't just be for the two of you, why don't we each write or draw on this piece of paper, and leave what we want to say to Brother Qingzhou, okay?" Li Zhuoran stroked his palms and smiled: "Wonderful, why are all the good ideas in this world thought of by you?" His compliment came so quickly that it made everyone laugh.

Ou Jinshu studied the ink, dipped his pen to his heart's content, looked around and said, "Then who will come first?" Qiuqiu was very interested in this matter, and when she heard Jinshu's question, she subconsciously said, "Let's rock-paper-scissors, right?" Everyone looked at Qiuqiu and asked, "What?" Qiuqiu laughed stupidly: she didn't pay attention for a while, and said the words that were out of the moment. She scratched her head and said, "It's just a guessing trick, and the winner can be the first to write." "After that, I told everyone the rules of rock wins scissors and scissors win paper.

Li Zhuoran was eager to try when he heard this, and pulled Ou Jinshu to fight, Qiuqiu smiled and said: "There are many of us, Uncle Zhuoran and Aunt Jinshu are in a group of two, and I am in a group with Simon and Master, after deciding the winner, the winner will compare with the winner, and the loser will compare with the loser, and soon we will be able to distinguish one, two, three, four, five." Simon March praised: "Xiao Qiu'er, you have a really good idea." After that, they divided into two groups and fought against each other. Li Zhuoran came up and lost, and said "oops" several times in annoyance, and came to see Yunhua Qiuqiu's group.

Yun Hua usually didn't like to laugh in front of his juniors and lost his identity, but this time he made an exception to join. He quietly hid his hand in his sleeve, and when Qiuqiu counted to three, he suddenly stretched out a pair of scissors, but the two children went out of the stone together and lost. Li Zhuoran laughed extremely exaggeratedly on the side, and said as if he had saved some face: "Yunhua, hahahahaha, it turns out that you are the same as me." Yun Hua couldn't help but laugh and said, "Is it the same as you, you have to try to know." ”

After that, he and Li Zhuoran started a battle between the losers. Li Zhuoran stared at Yun Hua's expression tightly, as if he could see his hand through Yun Hua's eyes, Yun Hua only put his hand in his sleeve lightly. Hearing Qiuqiu's count to three, Yunhua took his hand out of his sleeve, Li Zhuoran saw that Yunhua's hand was not fisted when it came out of the cuff, knowing that he was going to take out the burden, and hurriedly wanted to take out the scissors, who knew that Yunhua suddenly bent his five fingers in mid-air, and it became a fist, Li Zhuoran was too late to change it to cloth, and he stretched out four fingers in a daze, not knowing what was wrong. Ximen March almost burst out of laughter, squatted on the ground and pointed at Li Zhuoran so much that he couldn't speak, and Qiuqiu said it for him: Uncle Li made a mistake and was sentenced to lose.

Li Zhuoran shouted: "It was Yunhua who deceived me, I saw that he was going to make a cloth, but who knew that it was changed to stone." Ou Jinshu wiped the tears from laughter and said: "Brother Yunhua is not deceiving you, when he practices martial arts on weekdays, whenever he uses boxing, he punches like this." Li Zhuoran only then remembered that there was indeed such a thing, he was just so competitive, but he ignored it, he learned from Yunhua and punched, and laughed loudly, and a group of people were so lively. When Ximen won Qiuqiu, and Jinshu won Ximen again, the order was set like this.

Ou Jinshu was the first to pick up the brush and wrote two lines of juanxiu on the top of the paper:

Zhongshan Huaishui night autumn sound, in order to say that Lin'an chess game is flat.

Gao Hui will not come to the future of the common health, so pass on the ruler to send the truth.

Then he wrote a line on the side: Ou Mei Jinshu wishes you well.

Qiuqiu watched from the side, quite envious of Ou Jinshu's talent, and suddenly heard Li Zhuoran say: "You have finished writing everything I want to say, how should I write?" Jinshu glanced at him with a smile and said: It's not you yet, it's March. As he spoke, he handed the pen to Simon March. March pondered for a while and said: "Master taught me Tang Wang Changling's "Furong Lou Sends Xin Gradual", which is very appropriate, and I will draw a jade pot on it." ”

After a few strokes, he drew a delicately shaped wine jug under the poem of the brocade book. Yun Hua Wan'er smiled and said, "The Bingxin Jade Pot is quite similar to the people of Qingzhou. Li Zhuoran quipped: "Little March, in your painting, I can see the jade pot, but Bingxin didn't look at it." Ximen looked at Li Zhuoran, lowered his head and thought about it, and wrote the word Bingxin in the pot in the painting, and smiled with satisfaction: "That's good, Uncle Qingzhou will know what I want to write." He handed the pen to Qiuqiu and said, "Xiao Qiu'er, it's your turn." ”