Huazhou unfolded with Wang Chengye's movements, and the crane with a relaxed posture on the painting also seemed to be about to jump out of the picture, and it seemed that the crane's cry could be heard.

Wang Lao also praised a good painting.

was recognized by the old birthday star, and Song Yushu's name was mentioned by everyone again.

has such an ability at a young age, I heard that he is still a closed disciple of Zhou Yannian, and maybe the future is limitless.

"You are all classmates, I won't limit you today, let's go and have fun together."

The birthday banquet invited the troupe to sing, and when Wang Lao saw that his grandson was like a nail under his buttocks, he kept moving around, knowing that he couldn't sit still, he raised his hand and let go of the few small ones around him.

said that they were going to play by themselves, Wang Chengye and Han Ziqi were the hosts, and the others who were the same age as them were all guests.

As the guest goes, Wang Chengye beckoned his classmates and other brothers to go out together, and Song Yushu was also coerced away.

Zhou Yannian looked at the backs of the group of half-sized children, frowning slightly, but it was not easy to leave the table halfway, so he could only sit quietly.

"It's a lively day, there are a lot of people, let's play a game, shall we?"

Wang Chengye smiled and ordered the congregation to go out to prepare the things he wanted to use, and when he turned his head, he beckoned everyone to play games together.

The teenagers don't have much motivation to watch the play, but playing games is different.

"What to play?"

"Pitcher."

"That's good, I won a lot of prizes last time I pitched the pot."

"Since everyone has no opinion, then which thing to make the color head, I have a piece of mutton fat jade pendant here, and I will make today's color head."

"Young Master Ye is so generous."

Peach Blossom Town is not as good as Chang'an, Wang Chengye saw that he just took out a piece of jade pendant and shocked everyone, and he was disdainful and complacent in his heart.

It's really a bun of dirt buns, if they knew what those colorful heads were in the game he played in Chang'an, I'm afraid their eyes would pop out, right?

Han Ziqi took out a purse casually, and there were eighteen silver naked seeds in it, all of which were made in the shape of peanuts, which looked delicate and cute.

Seeing this, others naturally took things out of their pockets to make color heads.

There are Shu brocade sachets, jade pendants, and even some people untie their belts, because the belt is inlaid with a jewel, although such a move seems a little uncompromising, but the people present are all ordinary peers, and no one will stand up to accuse anything, and there are even people who make friends.

The teenagers laughed and joked with each other, and promised each other that they would win all the treasures.

Only Song Yushu was shy and couldn't take out anything.

Wang Chengye was targeting him, and when he saw that he really couldn't take out something, he smiled proudly: "Song Yushu, where is your color head?" ”

Song Yushu saw that as soon as he spoke, he attracted everyone's attention, and knew that it was unlikely that this matter would end with him withdrawing, so he gave up his original idea and said: "I don't have anything to grow, but if I lose, I can draw a picture for each of the people present, how about it?" ”

If this kid doesn't want to be so rampant, you can draw, save you from drawing, right?

Wang Chengye grinded his teeth, and when he was about to refuse, the back of his hand was gently pressed by Han Ziqi, he looked over suspiciously, but saw Han Ziqi give him a look, and then said:

"Everyone is a classmate, and you don't need to play so many games, Yushu is already wonderful, and we take advantage of it as a lottery."

Painting is not about drinking tea and eating, it also takes time and thought.

Han Ziqi can be regarded as relieving Song Yushu, and everyone has no objections, only Wang Chengye is unhappy.

But thinking that if he waited for Song Yushu to lose miserably, he might still be able to get angry, so he didn't mind letting Song Yushu participate in the game.

A few people who were familiar with Wang Chengye in private exchanged glances, and they all knew who this game was set up for.

Whose song is he singing on whose mountain, not to mention that Song Yushu has no power or power, and no one helps him speak.

From the moment people brought in the props for throwing pots, the game began.

Song Yushu has never played this game, but it is not difficult, and he knows how to play it by looking at it on the side.

It's nothing more than whether the pitcher is accurate enough.

Of course, the young masters play a lot of tricks, and there are also mentions blindfolds to increase the difficulty.

Han Ziqi and Wang Chengye are both good players, one hit 28 shots, and the other hit 33 shots.

Wang Chengye is thirty-three and is currently the first on the field.

When it was Song Yushu's turn, the originally lively flower hall was inexplicably quiet, and everyone looked at him, waiting for him to cast out some 'results'.

Song Yushu took the arrow from the pitcher and found that the arrow he got was shorter than the others.

Everyone saw it as if they didn't see it, and it was not interesting for Song Yushu to bring it up, so he also regarded it as invisible and stood on the pitching line.

"I've been watching it for so long, have you learned?"

Wang Chengye suddenly spoke.

Just now he noticed that Song Yushu had been staring at those people who threw pots, and it seemed that he was really a novice, this was now learning and selling.

Song Yushu pursed his lips, although he has always asked himself not to cause trouble and not fight with others, but the young man's spirit can't be like water after all, and he immediately said: "Thank you for your concern, I learned." ”

With that, he began to throw pots.

Ten shots at a time, he hit them all.

The spout of the pitching pot is only the size of a palm, and when ten arrows are thrown into it, the spout of the pot has already shrunk by a circle.

Many of them were able to cast 10 votes, but very few of them hit 10 votes.

Wang Chengye's eyes began to focus on the spout of the pitcher.

It's not so easy to hit later.

Song Yushu was holding his breath at this time, and the next one was seven out of ten.

This result is already comparable to Han Ziqi's first two.

Someone couldn't help but exclaim, and Song Yushu paced a few steps on the pitcher with his fingertips, and then threw another arrow without hesitation, hit!

It's already eighteen votes!

The spout of the pot became more and more crowded, and Song Yushu's hand never stopped.

Hit! Hit again!

Is this really a newbie? First time playing?!

By the beginning of the thirtieth cast, everyone present had already begun to count Song Yushu invariably.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty...... Thirty-three ......"

Already, it is the same as Wang Chengye.

And Song Yushu still had three arrows left in his hand.

Wang Chengye and Han Ziqi's eyes were focused on Song Yushu's body, can these last three arrows be hit?

"He, what is he going to do?"

Someone saw Song Yushu holding the three arrows in his hand together, and asked puzzledly.

yes, what is he doing here?

Ready to abstain?

Song Yushu raised his eyes, glanced at Wang Chengye, turned around, turned his back to the pitcher, and raised his hand to throw the three arrows together.

The flower hall suddenly resounded with the sound of pumping one after another.