"Miss, you've been painting all day, let's rest early, you haven't eaten dinner yet, in the small kitchen, the dish has been heated three times."

This is the third time that Qingtian has come to urge Qing Huan, and finally finished drawing the table, Qing Huan put the pen aside, and felt a little hungry.

Instead of looking up at the clear sky, she took the freshly painted mask in her hand and looked at the picture drawn on the mask carefully.

"What's going on today?"

"There is your favorite osmanthus yam, all poured enough osmanthus nectar, and Longjing shrimp, you don't know, today's shrimp is fat and fresh, the small kitchen also stewed abalone black chicken soup for you, stewed for three hours on low heat, the soup is thick and fresh, very delicious."

Miss Qingtian finally stopped writing, asked about food, and hurriedly reported today's dishes with polish, just hoping that this ancestor would quickly put off his mask and eat something.

Qing Huan just asked casually, and didn't care about Qingtian's answer, none of the dishes Qingtian said were her favorite food, and those dishes, how could no spicy words get into her ears.

Therefore, after Qingkong finished speaking, Qing Huan didn't say a word, still holding the mask in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his mind.

Qingtian saw that Qinghuan didn't care about himself again, so he hurriedly called softly again.

"Miss?"

Qing Huan finally came back to her senses now, some of the paint on the mask had not dried up yet, she lined up the masks and put them on the bookcase, and then looked at Qingkongdao.

"Set the table, I'm hungry too."

Qingtian got the word, and happily went out to order someone to set the meal.

Qing Huan walked out of the house with her feet up, but after only two steps, she seemed to suddenly remember something, took a few steps back to the bookcase, and picked up another mask and painted.

Clear Sky ordered the meal to be set, and when he turned around, he was about to beckon the young lady to eat, when he turned his head and saw that the young lady had walked to the bookcase again and drew it, and the smile on his face froze.

"Miss, why did you paint it again?"

Once Qing Huan started to draw the mask, she was in a state of full concentration, and she couldn't see or hear what the people next to her were saying or doing.

Therefore, Qingtian, that complaint Qinghuan naturally won't respond, Qingtian has long been accustomed to Miss's state, every time Miss's picture is the sky falls, she probably doesn't look up.

After a long time, Qing Huan finally finished drawing the last mask, holding the mask in her hand, her brows were twisted together.

When she was about to go out, it suddenly occurred to her that whether it was the people or gods she had just drawn, she didn't know her name, and she didn't know what she looked like before she determined the information little by little.

If you already have definite information, you can see something when you draw it.

With this in mind, she walked back to the bookcase to confirm her suspicions.

In this big week, she doesn't know many people now, and before she put pen to paper, she was the first to choose Master Hua, who was kind to her.

After determining the candidate, I thought about Mr. Hua's appearance in my mind, and then put down the pen, and the information of Mr. Hua's origin first appeared in my mind, and then as I guessed, a picture appeared.

What I saw in front of me was a forest out of nowhere, and in the darkness there was a middle-aged man with a white face and beard, who looked to be in his thirties, his face and body were stained with mud, sweat and things that could not be distinguished from bloodstains, looking both panicked and embarrassed.

The middle-aged man, his mouth opened and closed, and then carefully removed a bamboo basket from his back, and the basket had a lid, and he carefully opened the lid.

Qing Huan was surprised to see that the middle-aged man took out a small pink doll carved from the back basket, and the little doll was tightly wrapped in a quilt and was falling asleep.

The middle-aged man held the little doll and carefully handed it in the direction of Qing Huan, and then in Qing Huan's field of vision, he saw a pair of hands taking the doll and holding it into his arms, the doll had long eyelashes, white and delicate skin, and Qing Huan loved it very much at first sight.

The picture is gone at this point.

Qing Huan took a long breath and fell into deep thought, this scene in front of her obviously did not happen in Washington, she had only seen Master Hua a few days ago, in the middle of the night, where did Master Hua go, and what did he provoke?

"Clear sky, do you know that the master can be in the mansion today?"

Qingkong saw that Qing Huan had finally stopped writing, and was about to persuade her to hurry up and eat again, rest for a while and sleep, when she heard the question, she replied in a hurry.

"Miss, the master went out the day before yesterday, saying that he was visiting a friend, and the special commissioner told you that he must come back before the Dragon Boat Festival, did you forget?"

Qing Huan then remembered that there seemed to be such a stubble a few days ago, and she didn't care about how to leave Washington at that time.

Hearing that Master Hua was not in the mansion, she was a little girl living in the inner courtyard, even if she knew something, she couldn't help much, not to mention that now she didn't even know where Master Hua was, so she had to put this matter aside first.

Since Master Hua said that before the Dragon Boat Festival, he must rush back, and he can still think about coming back for the festival, then this matter should not be a big deal today, even if there is really something, then he will have to wait for Master Hua to come back before he can find out a thing or two.

"What time is it?"

"Miss, today is only April 27th, and there are still eight days before the Dragon Boat Festival, so the master will definitely be able to come back and accompany you to see the dragon boat."

Qingkong thought that Qing Huan was worried, Master Hua couldn't come back, and she couldn't go to see the dragon boat, so she specially said a few more words.

Although Qing Huan was also a southerner in her previous life, she was born in a mountain city, and she did not promote dragon boat racing, plus the fast pace of people's lives at that time, festivals like the Dragon Boat Festival, the festival atmosphere has been extremely light, and eating a zongzi on that day is considered a festival.

Affected by inertial thinking, when he arrived here, Qinghuan did not regard this Dragon Boat Festival as a serious and lively festival.

It wasn't until now that she heard Qingtian mention it that she brought up the information about the Dragon Boat Festival from her memory that didn't belong to her.

Yes, the Dragon Boat Festival at this time is very grand, on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, every household has to hang wormwood, cut the pu leaves into the shape of a sword, and insert them upside down on the door, wear pomegranate flowers on the body, drink realgar wine, and want to use this to ward off evil spirits and repel insects.

The wrist should also be tied with a five-color ribbon, which is called life extension, and the meaning of a long life.

Zongzi is a must eat, in addition to the dragon boat race, this is the highlight of the Dragon Boat Festival, on the canal, a few days before the Dragon Boat Festival, there are dragon boats on the river race, training.

Several families in Hangzhou City who have some ability buy a boat together, and all the men in the family who have some strength want to join in this activity.

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, there will be countless colorful buildings on both sides of the canal, the shed, the two sides of the bank stretch for several miles, when the history of Hangzhou thorns, will also come to the scene, the winner of the dragon boat race, in addition to getting countless applause and goodwill, there is also the color satin rewarded by the government, and the winner can also get an additional silver bowl.

On that day, there were gongs and drums, firecrackers, well, there were no firecrackers, in short, it was very lively.

Thinking of these things, Qing Huan couldn't help but get excited.

Isn't this a nowhere to find when you step on iron shoes, kill people in the dark moon, and escape from the Dragon Boat Festival?