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When I first saw her and returned home, after a little freshening up and resting, the girl from Xiuheyuan came to her to pass a message, saying that Mrs. Yu asked her to have dinner with Xiuheyuan.

When I first saw it, I felt a little sad when I remembered the small unhappiness between me and my mother yesterday, and my mood was inevitably a little low.

After arriving at Xiuhe Courtyard, I found that Mrs. Yu seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday, and still asked her some words gently, and asked how she was doing in the house today? Chu Jian didn't tell Mrs. Yu what Qi Jin wanted to push her to, knowing that her mother had a lot of things to do during this time, and she didn't want to add more to her mother's troubles.

None of them mentioned Chun Yuyan again, this name has become a taboo between them, and Chu Jian secretly decided in his heart that when she didn't fully understand what kind of person Chun Yuyan was, she would not have a gap with her mother because of him, and a dinner would finally be carried out in harmony and warmth.

After dinner, Mrs. Yu suddenly became interested and suddenly wanted to play the piano.

When she first saw and remembered the Yaoqin in her room, she lowered her head and explained a few words to Lingyu, and Lingyu left in response.

When Madame Jade saw this, she chuckled and said, "What is so mysterious?" ”

Chu Jian mysteriously glanced at the qin, the piano on it was just a very ordinary lyre, "Mother will know later, Xia Yu, you let the two little girls come in and help mother move this piano elsewhere." ”

Madam Jade raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but smile, "First time, what are you doing here?" ”

Chu Jian Goutou looked outside, and said to Mrs. Yu with a smile, "Mother, your piano skills are outstanding, although you can play such an ordinary and featureless piano, no one can compare to the sound of the piano, but if you use a good piano, isn't it more worthy of your mother's piano skills?" ”

Mrs. Yu seemed to think of something, and her eyes were a little bitter, "What kind of piano is a good piano, as long as you think that the piano is meaningful in your heart, it is a good piano." ”

"What is the most meaningful piano for my mother? My mother has been proficient in the piano since she was a child, so she must have seen a lot of pianos, right? "Chujian's eyes are bright, and he looks at Madame Jade.

Madam Yu looked at the first meeting in a daze, and then smiled softly, "Well, I've seen a lot." ”

At this time, Lingyu walked in with the Yaoqin in her arms.

Mrs. Yu's face changed slightly, and she watched Lingyu put Yaoqin on the piano table, and was stunned for a moment before turning to Chu Jian, "Isn't this what Wai Weng gave you?" ”

Chu Jian smiled and pulled Mrs. Yu to sit next to the piano, "Wai Weng knows that I only know one of the seven tricks of the piano art, how can I really want to give this thousand sounds to Hatsumi?" If I guessed it right at first sight, my grandfather wanted to return Qianyin to my mother through my hand, because it was left to you by my grandmother. ”

Mrs. Yu's face was sad, her eyes trembled and looked at the Qianyin on the piano, her fingertips trembled, "Qianyin ......" for more than ten years, she never dared to touch the piano easily, just because she was afraid that she would think of a lot of past happiness, which would make her feel that life is too unbearable now, when she was very young, her father once took Qianyin and said to her that on the day she got married in the future, Qianyin would also become her dowry, at that time, how could she think that her marriage would be when the affection was broken, and how could she think that one day she could see Qianyin again.

"Mother......" Hatsumi whispered next to her, she gave Yaoqin to her mother, she wanted her mother to be happy, but she didn't want to see her mother sad.

Madame Jade stroked the strings with her fingertips, "Mother strokes a song for you." ”

Qingyue's smooth piano sound trickled out from Mrs. Yu's fingertips, and at first sight, I could hear that this was Xizhou Song, during the Chinese New Year, my mother had touched it in front of my father, and I heard that when my mother met my father, I also played Xizhou Song.

Remembering the plum down to Xizhou, folding the plum to send the north of the river. The single shirt is apricot red, and the double sideburns are young color. Where is Xizhou? Two-oars bridgehead ferry......

After the end of the song, the first time I saw that I was still in the fugue, the sound quality of this Yaoqin was really different, with the flames of the candle extinguishing, the sound of the piano was ethereal, and the sound was tear-jerking, and the first time I couldn't help but pull Mrs. Yu's sleeve, "Mother, in the future, can you teach me to play this Xizhou song?" ”

Mrs. Yu smiled and agreed, and they smiled brightly at the first sight, and they talked for a while, and before they knew it, the night was deep, and Mrs. Yu asked the first meeting to spend the night in Xiuhe Courtyard tonight.

When I first saw that she wanted to sleep with Mrs. Jade, Mrs. Jade doted and chuckled.

The next day, there was a hazy drizzle in the sky, and when I got up at first sight, Mrs. Yu had already gone to the account room to be busy, because it was raining, and I didn't exercise outside at first sight, and after doing aerobics in the house for a while, Lingyu had already prepared breakfast, and after breakfast, they went to Jingrong Zhai.

The weather was damp because of the lingering drizzle, and when I first saw sitting in the carriage, I raised my eyebrows in disgust, and even the air seemed to have a slightly cool dampness.

In the eyes of those who like rain, this is a romantic weather with clouds and dense rain, but in her eyes, she only feels that the sky is very gray and the clouds are very thick, and her mood is affected.

The carriage stopped outside the Jingrong Zhai Gate, Lingyu had already gotten out of the car, holding an umbrella for the first time, and sighed at the first sight, she really hated the rainy day, and her mood would unconsciously become depressed.

Today, Qin Zhen is going to test her handwriting, her italic writing has improved greatly compared to before, it is not in vain that she insists on practicing calligraphy every day, and she can finally take it out to meet people.

"Second girl, look, isn't that the carriage of the house?" Just as he was about to step into the threshold, Lingyu suddenly pointed to the carriage not far in front of him, which looked a little familiar.

At first sight, the rain swept the sight, and I couldn't see it very clearly, but the carriage did look a bit like a house.

"Maybe the concubine came to find Mr." The first smile was only for a moment, and then he withdrew his gaze, crossed the threshold, and walked towards the bamboo house behind the garden.

Qin Zhen has been teaching her alone, and she still doesn't know who the so-called Tong is, and she doesn't seem to have met it all along.

Lingyu was suspicious in her heart, but after hearing the second girl's explanation, she also felt that it was possible, so she didn't think much about it.

When she arrived at that room, Qin Zhen was already waiting for her there.

Chumi smiled at her and saluted, "Sir"

Qin Zhen was originally standing by the window lattice to enjoy the rain scene, but her interest was interrupted by a light call from Chujian, and she smiled faintly at Chujian.

"First time, how about you make a poem with rain first?" Qin Zhen seemed to like today's weather very much, with a faint smile on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

At first sight, she was dumbfounded, turned her head to look at the rain outside, okay, she admitted that today's weather is very poetic and dreamlike, yes, but it doesn't mean that she suddenly became extremely powerful in such a poetic environment, and she can make poems that this talented woman can look at, not to mention original, people like her who hate rainy days can think of a sentence or two about Tang poems and Song lyrics praising the rain, she should really laugh, thank those originals for not jumping out of the grave and scolding her for plagiarism.

"How?" Qin Zhen raised his eyebrows and looked at the first meeting.

Hatsumi coughed lightly and said with a dry smile, "Sir, what is there to write poetry on this rainy day?" It's damp and gray, and I'm in a bad mood when I read it, so how can I still have the leisure to compose poems? ”

Qin Zhen frowned, and stared at the first sight with a look of rotten wood that could not be carved, "At this time, countless ancients have written poems and thousands of praises, but they have become damp and gray when they come to you?" ”

At first sight, he sneered, "Xu is those ancients who like to be drenched in the rain are beautiful to bring umbrellas or hats, and don't want others to know their embarrassment, so they have to praise the romance of rainy days, and there are a few normal people who like to walk in the rain, right, sir?" ”

Qin Zhen couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw him for the first time, and said angrily, "It's just that you don't know how to compose poems yourself, you still have a bunch of crooked reasoning." ”

The first time she smiled bitterly, she really said the wrong thing, looking at Qin Zhen's eyes appreciating the rainy day, she should see the rain making the rudder, even if she doesn't know ancient poems, she has to break a few words of Song Ci, praising this gray and low-sighted weather like a fairyland on earth, like a dream everywhere, hey...... made a mistake, which made Qin Zhen displeased, and maybe she would be punished for copying.

"Sir, I was wrong." The courage to admit mistakes has always been her good merit.

"Perhaps when you write a poem about rain, you will not only test your words, but also see how well you have recently composed poems." Qin Zhen waved his hand and sat back on the teacher's chair, looking at Chu Jian with a calm gaze.

When I first saw the sideburns, I broke out in a cold sweat, and what are the poems describing the rainy day?

Lingyu was grinding ink on the side, and when she first saw one hand holding a cigarette and scratching her forehead with the other, she racked her brains and tried to recall the ancient poems of the past and middle times, but it was a pity that she ...... Even if you remember it, it's only a sentence and a half, and you can't do it completely at all.

The book is too little to use!

Forget it, let's fight, even if she doesn't remember everything, Qin Zhen shouldn't be able to see it.

"The light rain in Tianjie is as smooth as silk, and the grass is close but there is nothing. It is the best fairyland in the world, and it is better than the imperial capital full of smoke and willows. Chu Jian whispered out the poem she barely remembered, this is Han Yu's poem, she bet that this dynasty was before the Tang Dynasty, Qin Zhen should not know who the original of this poem was.

Qin Zhen walked to the side of Chu Jian, looked at the upright font on the rice paper that could barely be called Juanxiu, and carefully pondered the artistic conception that looked very good, but always felt weird verses, "The words have improved, and the poems are also good, the first time I saw it, it seems that you have taken classes with your heart." ”

Chumi smiled hypocritically and nodded, "It's all gentlemen who teach well, and they all teach well." ”

Qin Zhen smiled faintly, "For so long, I haven't taught you to paint, and I don't know where your foundation is, so let's start painting today." ”

Hearing this, the heart of the first time seemed to be lightly bumped, and it hurt slightly, and the pain gradually spread to her fingertips, and she looked at her white and delicate fingers in a daze, which ...... Not the hands she remembered, her hands should have thin calluses, it was born because she had held the pen for a long time, her hands were rough, not as delicate and silky as they are now.

She's forgotten all about it...... She used to be a designer, a costume designer who survived with her paintbrush.

In order to make the drawings she designed more vivid and appropriate, she used to sketch for a long time, and even sketched everywhere, and many times her inspiration was from sketching.

She didn't know...... Can she still draw what she wants?

Qin Zhen was silent when he saw Chujian, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there a problem?" ”

When I saw it for the first time, I pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled, "No"

Qin Zhen snorted and said to Lingyu, "Lingyu, you come with me to give those drawing papers and paints to your girl." ”

Lingyu went out with Qin Zhen, and when she first saw her sitting at the table, her eyes were stunned at the paperweights on the table, her mind was full of patterns that had been designed before, and her heart was full of excitement, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

After a while, Lingyu came in with a lot of rice paper in her arms, and also took some colorful paints, all of which were tools for painting in ancient times.

Hatsumi carefully examined it, and there was an urge in my heart to start writing immediately.

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