When Yunhua cleaned up, changed into a moon-white clothes, and walked out of the room, he couldn't help but be stunned: his good apprentice had already dragged out the big bamboo basket and put it in the small courtyard, and he sat in it with his knees hugged, and there was a small red burden on his knees. At this moment, the little head exposed on the bamboo basket was looking at him with a smile.

"Sir, let's go, I'm hungry~" Maruko beckoned to him happily.

What the? Do you want him to carry it on his back before he goes out? How can the bigger the lazier? Yunhua's mind immediately rushed out of countless voices of "what kind of system" and "how can this be reasonable", but there was another voice shouting in his heart: How can I be so cute! The two competed against each other, and almost held back a mouthful of old blood

"Don't you have legs yourself?" He strives to maintain the restraint and majesty of his teacher.

When Qiuqiu heard this, she looked at him with her cheeks a little pitiful: "Sir, Qiu'er's legs are also hungry and she can't walk." Yunhua looked at Qiuqiu's cute appearance, a little overwhelmed, and a voice in his heart compromised: "Okay ( ̄▽ ̄), carry it on your back, this is the last time."

After walking for a while, Yunhua didn't speak, only quietly listened to Qiuqiu singing in the bamboo basket. "Master, are you tired?" Qiuqiu suddenly stopped singing and asked him. "Not tired." Yunhua said, he suddenly noticed a small hand close to his ear stretched out: Sir, you eat pears. He looked sideways, and the little hand was holding a pear, this Xiaoqiu, and he also brought fruit when he went out. "I won't eat it, Xiaoqiu will eat it." He felt relieved in his heart, and his voice sounded kind. "Mr. doesn't eat it, and Qiu'er doesn't eat either." Qiuqiu is a little puffy.

I don't know why, since her soul pierced this eight-year-old child, she has become more and more like a child in talking and acting. When Sun Xiaowen was young, her mother was very strict with her, and she restrained her every word and deed, so she never dared to be coquettish to her mother. Qiuqiu's identity as an eight-year-old child gave her a chance to grow up again, so that she could re-experience the feeling of Chenghuan to make up for the lack of family affection in her heart when she was a child.

Yunhua said: "Xiaoqiu will hold it for me first, and we will eat it on the bamboo raft in a while." "Bamboo rafts? Qiuqiu had never sat on it before, and she felt curious, "Sir, where is the bamboo raft?" "Yunhua stopped" is in front of you. "Sir, I'm going down!" Qiuqiu shouted excitedly, Yunhua took the opportunity to remove the bamboo basket from his shoulder, and suddenly felt his shoulder sore.

The head of the balls in the bamboo basket happily ran out along the edge of the basket, and under the mountain in front of him was the open river valley just now. In the afternoon, the clouds cleared, and the scenery became clearer: the jade ribbon of water flowed southward, and the mountains on both sides avoided it, but it was always surrounded, and disappeared together at the end of the sky and the mountains. The gentle slope down the hill was directly opposite their place was a small ferry, with only two small bamboo rafts, tied to a stake on the shore, and two long pennies, laid horizontally on the shore. When Qiuqiu ran closer, she took a closer look, and the bamboo raft was connected side by side with twelve stout bamboos, and the two ends were clamped up and down with flattened wood, and tied with hemp rope.

Yunhua let Qiuqiu sit on it, put the bamboo basket on it again, and slowly pushed the bamboo raft into the depths of the water. "Sir, come up." Qiuqiu shouted: She was worried that the farther the bamboo raft was from the shore, the faster Yunhua would jump up and run, so that the moment she got on the raft, the gravitational acceleration would make the bamboo raft likely to lose its balance.

But Yunhua was unhurriedly selected from between the two pennies, not in a hurry at all. The bamboo raft floated vertically towards the center of the river for two or three meters, and under the action of the current, it slowly changed direction and began to move forward along the river.

"Sir! Come on. Qiuqiu was a little anxious, Yunhua held one end of the penny in his hand, and walked with the speed of the bamboo raft on the shore, and suddenly he put the upper end of the penny to the ground, and the whole person was taken up by the penny with the arc, so that he jumped in the air, and the white clothes flew one after another, and landed on the bamboo raft lightly and steadily, and the end of the penny was still firmly grasped in his hand, all of which only happened in a moment.

Qiuqiu looked at Yunhua in surprise: What happened just now? Master was still on the shore just now, why did he suddenly fall from the sky like a fairy? However, her attention was immediately drawn to the beautiful scenery of the river valley: the afternoon sun illuminated the mountains, and the sun shone on the river, and the water surface sparkled, and reflected on the low rocks on both banks, as bright as starlight. Iris bloomed all the way to the water's edge, purple, pink, goose yellow, mixed with a canopy of reeds. She looked up and saw that above the cliff, there were flowers and trees blooming towards the valley, and the petals of the flowers fell in the river, floating on both sides of the raft, and they went forward with them, heading south.

"Sir, it's so beautiful here," Qiuqiu said stupidly. She felt that there were many emotions in her heart at this moment, but they dissipated silently in this fairyland on earth: such a place, if only it could stay forever.

Yun Hua held the penny, standing proudly in the wind. Pole by pole, he sent the raft forward, and the scenery here he had seen many times, spring, summer, autumn and winter, each different. "When the pear blossoms bloom and the begonia blossoms bloom next spring, I'll take you to see them." He said.

After doing this for about half an hour, Qiuqiu heard Yunhua say: It's here.

At that time, she was sitting tired, and was dozing off against the bamboo basket, when she heard the master shouting, and woke up. The scenery in front of me changed to a azure tone, and the mountains were higher, and the river had turned in a different direction, so the sun was gone.

Qiuqiu saw that there was a large trestle near the water in front of him, almost reaching the center of the river, and there were many large boats parked on both sides. The wooden trestle stretched several meters on the road, ending under a memorial arch, on which four big characters were written: Jiangnan Villa. This mountain villa is very imposing, surrounded by a vermilion high wall, and is built along the archway gate upwards according to the mountain. All kinds of pavilions, halls, corridors, bridges, skillfully combined together, coherent before and after, all the way up, ending at the top of the mountain.

Qiuqiu stood up, and she saw some women in light green clothes standing on the trestle, all looking at her, as if they were greeting Master and herself. Yunhua said softly, "Xiaoqiu, sit tight." So he took the penny in the middle of the river and turned the course, and stopped steadily under the trestle. Qiuqiu heard someone shouting and ran towards the mountain: "Zhang Gongzi and Miss Qiu are here." ”