"Ahh Qiulong woke up from the bed, and as soon as he turned over, he tore the wound, and he bared his teeth in pain. Liu Qingqing, who was guarding on the side, was awakened by him, opened his eyes and looked at him stupidly, Qiulong smiled and said, "Look, haven't you seen a handsome guy?" After saying that, he put on a pose that he thought was handsome. Liu Qingqing first smiled, and then slapped him with his hand, and said with a crying voice: "You bastard." "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to worry you." Qiu Long didn't say anything else, only hugged her into his arms.

The day after Qiulong's accident, Qiuhua rushed to the hospital to see him, but when he opened the door, he found this embarrassing scene, Qiuhua could only put the fruit down, and after saying "excuse me", he withdrew from the room, making the two of them embarrassed.

"Old Liu, I'm coming to see you again, how do you feel today." Qiuhua knew that his cousin didn't need to take care of himself for the time being, so he came to see Liu Lao first. Seeing that he was so diligent these days, Liu Lao said movingly: "Qiuhua Xiaoyou is so hearty!" By the way, did the old man continue to teach you calligraphy? In the whole of Huaxia, who dared to call Shi Wuxian "Old Man Shi", Qiuhua was really the first time to see it, and he became more and more strange about Liu Lao's identity

。 "Yes, Mr. Shi has been very attentive to my calligraphy guidance for a while, thank you so much Mr. Liu." After Qiu Hua finished speaking, he gave him a hand. Although Liu Lao didn't say it on the surface, Qiu Hua knew that Shi Wuxian was willing to teach him, and Liu Lao's role was definitely not small.

"Thank you. It's a gesture for me, but how much you can do it depends on your epiphany. Calligraphy is the art of the soul, the master teaches, just pass on your carving font to drive the shell, no matter how good you learn, after all, it is according to the will of others. Therefore, when writing, some things have to be done according to their own intentions, and blind 'take-it-or-leave-it' is unacceptable. When Liu Lao heard this, he just chuckled and waved his hand.

"Play chess with me?" Liu Lao asked Qiuhua. "Let me have two sons." Qiu Hua was scared of him last time, and when he heard that he was going to play chess again, he hurriedly took advantage of it first, so as not to lose too badly. "Deal." Hearing Qiuhua's promise, Liu Lao happily ran to take out the chess like an old child.

The two of them fought until lunchtime, Qiu Hua thought that his cousin was not in good health, so he wanted to help him make a meal or something, who knew that as soon as he entered the room, he saw a girl feeding him soup, Qiu Hua said "excuse me" again, and hurriedly retreated.

After lunch, Qiu Hua thought that he would be fine in the afternoon, so he stayed for a while, and helped serve Liu Lao with needles and water, which made him feel moved again.

"That's Qiuhua?" At dusk, two young people suddenly walked into the ward, carrying photographic equipment behind them, it should be the photographer that the editor-in-chief Qian said just now, Qiuhua still owes a photo. "Oh, I... I am. Qiu Hua was taken aback by the other party's loud voice, and replied a little timidly.

"Let's get started. I'll have a lot of work to do later. The photographer commanded, and the shooting officially began. After taking two sets of photos in a row, the photographer didn't seem to be satisfied with the environment in the ward, so he dragged him to the rooftop to shoot. Liu Lao had already finished hanging the needle water at this time, and seeing Qiuhua cowardly, he was afraid that he would suffer a loss, so he followed him to the rooftop.

"Still no, winter melon. You're here to help set up the lights. The taller photographer said with some annoyance. Oh, good. The short photographer came running up and did as he was told.

However, because he was holding other things in his hand, the progress of the shooting was delayed. The tall photographer finally said angrily: "Can you put those down first, that's the next one, if you delay like this, this group may not be finished today."

Qiu Hua noticed at this time that the short man had been holding some stamps in his hands, which were prepared for the next set of photos. Qiuhua remembered that the editor-in-chief Qian said that he was here to endorse his family's brush, and his labor fee was 100,000 yuan.

He suddenly wondered, will the person who endorses the seal have a higher labor fee than himself? After thinking about it, he hurriedly shook his head again, blaming himself for being too utilitarian.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Sir, can you help me get it first? It's a customer's thing, and I think it's really respectful of the customer. The short man made a request to Liu Lao. Liu Lao was moved by his dedication and agreed to his request at once. Liu Lao seemed to be very interested in these chapters, and from the moment he held them in his hand, he kept playing with them.

Qiuhua followed the photographer's instructions and completed the shooting step by step. After shooting for nearly an hour, the photographer finally barely passed, which couldn't help but make Qiuhua sigh that photographers with obsessive-compulsive disorder are really a terrible species.

However, he didn't know that the tall photographer, after walking out of the room, made a phone call and said to the other end: "Boss, the task is complete."

A few days later, the advertisement endorsed by Qiuhua was officially broadcast on the TV station, although it was a relatively scattered time period, but after the bombardment of the TV station, it finally made Qiuhua famous again. Qiuhua is famous, and the effect is not small.

According to my mother, Uncle Wang, who was scavenging together before, opened a scrap station and used Qiuhua's name as a signboard, which made Qiuhua laugh or cry.