Yanbo River.

Miss Qin Er, Qingping, Yun'er and Jiang Han all came to the riverside, and Qingping and Yun'er talked about the price with the boatman on the riverside.

Yun'er is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a crisp voice, a sharp tongue, and a pleasant speech.

Qin Qingyan looked at the scene on the Yanbo River and was stunned.

As for Jiang Han, he was standing not far from Qin Qingyan, looking at the sky in the distance and being silent.

At this time, Yun'er finally negotiated the price with the boatman, rented a boat, jumped on the boat first, held a bamboo artemisia, and shouted to everyone: "Miss, uncle, you can get on the boat!" ”

Qingping followed and also got on the boat, her soul's eyes rolled, and she shouted to Jiang Han, "Uncle, come up!" ”

Jiang Han jumped lightly, jumped onto the bow of the boat, and after standing still, he gave up a place for Qin Qingyan.

Qingping said: "Uncle, you pull the second miss." ”

Jiang Han frowned slightly, and saw that Qingping had already walked into the cabin and boiled tea in it, so he had no choice but to stretch out his hand, grab Qin Qingyan's palm, and pull her onto the boat.

Standing on the bow of the boat, the boat shook slightly, and the second lady looked at the water with some fear.

Jiang Han said: "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

Qin Qingyan let go of Jiang Han's hand and said softly, "Thank you, brother-in-law." ”

Then, he walked into the cabin.

In the cabin, two young girls were talking.

Qingping said: "Second Miss, it's a pity that you don't have any friends, otherwise you can call your friends to go boating on this river together." ”

Qin Qingyan said softly: "Isn't I still accompanied by you?" Usually, my sister will accompany me. ”

Qingping stuck out her tongue and said, "The eldest lady knows how to dance with a sword, but she doesn't like to enjoy the scenery by boat!" ”

Jiang Han lifted the curtain and walked into the cabin, and said, "Qingping, I can hear you talking bad about your master!" If you don't bribe me, I'll tell your master to go." ”

Qingping said: "Ah! I'm so scared! How does my uncle want me to bribe you? ”

Jiang Han said: "Hurry up and pour me tea!" ”

"Okay aunt!" Qingping carried the teapot and poured Jiang Han a full cup.

Then he poured another cup for the second lady, and finally poured it for himself.

The boat was moving slowly, Qingping and Qin Qingyan were talking happily, and suddenly, Yun'er leaned the boat against a small sandbar and walked in to drink tea.

The three girls chatted while drinking tea, and there seemed to be a sweet smell in the air.

Jiang Han was about to walk out of the cabin, Qingping suddenly smiled and said, "Uncle, people outside say that you are talented, but you haven't written poems for the second lady yet!" It's better to make a song now, and let us see my uncle's talent. ”

"This ......," Jiang Han said.

Qin Qingyan said: "Don't forget it, my brother-in-law composes poems for my sister-in-law, and there are some ...... Some ......"

Qingping said: "What is this? As long as my uncle doesn't make obscene words! Uncle, do it quickly! ”

Jiang Han looked up at the second lady, only to see that she was also looking at herself with some expectation, so she said, "Okay." ”

He groaned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, ""Minus the word Magnolia." ”

So fast? Qingping hurriedly took out a pen and paper from the cabin and wrote the name of the word plate on the paper.

Jiang Han chanted: "Sit alone." Solo singing and solitary pay is also a single bedroom. ”

Qin Qingyan couldn't help but be stunned, this was exactly what she said that she had always been alone.

"Standing is sad. Helplessly, he touched people lightly. Jiang Han continued.

Qingping couldn't help but pause and glanced at the second lady.

"Who will see this. Tears wash away half of the makeup. Sadness is still there. The dream of cutting out the cold lights is not possible. Jiang Han recited the lower half of the wide.

This poem is not the kind of good word that has been sung through the ages, but this poem is natural and tactful, popular and fluent, long and short, and its boudoir is depicted extremely profoundly.

On Qin Qingyan's body, it is also extremely appropriate.

Qin Qingyan savored the poem, stunned.

Qingping put her pen aside and said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle, your words are too sad!" Sit alone. Solo singing and sleeping alone...... You use five words in a row, do you want to pierce the second lady's heart? Rewrite! Hurry up and rewrite! To boast! ”

Jiang Han was helpless, this poem was very appropriate to Qin Qingyan, but it did pierce his heart.

"Okay, then I'll make another one."

He pondered for a moment, and then chanted: "Light Luo small umbrella white orchid, slender waist jade belt dancing veil." It is suspected that the fairy came down to earth, and looked back and smiled at Xinghua. ”

Qingping said: "No! This one is too cheesy! Not good enough! ”

Jiang Han couldn't help frowning, this Qingping, is he forcing himself to take out that poem?

Qin Qingyan said: "Qingping, don't pick bones in eggs, these two songs are already very good." ”

Qingping snorted: "What's good?" My uncle's casual chanting outside is enough poetry to pass down to the world, but what I wrote for the second lady is very ordinary. Uncle obviously didn't want to write a serious one. ”

Jiang Han said: "Okay, then I'll make a song that is enough to pass on to the world." ”

As soon as these words came out, the three people in the cabin looked at him one after another.

Jiang Han groaned slightly, and then chanted the first sentence: "The clouds want clothes, and the flowers want to look." ”

Qingping's eyes lit up.

Jiang Han continued: "The spring breeze blows Revlon. ”

Qingping said softly: "Good poetry! ”

"If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet Yaotai under the moon." Jiang Han finished the last two sentences.

The three girls in the cabin fell silent.

This poem is really good!

Qingping sighed in her heart, her uncle's talent is really unparalleled in the world! When it comes to handing it down, it really makes a poem that will be handed down to the world.

Qin Qingyan's face was slightly red, and she said, "Brother-in-law's poem is too good...... Where can Qingyan afford ......?"

……

Outside the cabin.

Jiang Han stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the reflection on the lake, silent.

At this time, Qin Qingyan walked out from behind and said softly, "Brother-in-law." ”

Jiang Han turned around and said, "Second Miss, the bow of the boat is windy. ”

"It's fine." The second lady shook her head slightly: "I'll stand for a while." ”

Jiang Han was silent and didn't know what to say, but finally spoke: "Qingyan, I can't help what happened last time, I thought it was Mu Qing." ”

Qin Qingyan's face flushed slightly, and said, "I don't care about that incident, brother-in-law doesn't need to apologize." ”

Jiang Han said: "That's good." ”

Qin Qingyan asked in a low voice, "You and my sister, are you usually like that?" ”

Jiang Han coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Usually not like that......"

Qin Qingyan also felt that the atmosphere had become awkward, and hurriedly said, "I like the poems that my brother-in-law wrote for me today...... But I still prefer the first one. ”

Jiang Han said: "Isn't the last one bad?" ”

"Excellent! But it was because it was so good that Qingyan felt that the poem was not written by me. Miss Qin Er looked at the scenery in the distance and said softly: "The first word is written in Qingyan. ”

Jiang Han looked at her and said, "Qingyan, your illness will get better one day." ”

"Well, I believe you, brother-in-law."