No...no...
She almost nodded in agreement.
There are many people who can recite "The Doctrine of the Mean", but few people who can recite Jia Huan as skilled as Jia Huan are not big at all. What's more, Jia Huan has always been a playboy before, which made them react after a long time.
oh!Uncle San is so awesome.
Jia Qiaoer said happily, holding Jia Huan's hand.
It seems that there is still someone who is really happy for himself. Jia Huan sighed and said: Qiaoer, I will take you to catch butterflies!
After saying that, he ignored the petrified women next to him.
After leaving the garden, standing next to the rockery, looking at the colorful butterflies and the beautiful reflections of willow trees, Jia Huan was filled with emotion and found that his mood had changed in just one day. Instead of complaining about the world, it was better to try hard, perhaps it could really change his destiny.
Suddenly a feeling of sorrow came to my heart. Perhaps Jiang Jie's plum blossoms could describe his mentality at this moment. Thinking of this, Jia Huan slowly recited the charm of the poem: A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to drink.The boat shaking on the river, and the curtains waving on the tower.Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge, the wind is fluttering and the rain is bleak.When will I go home to wash my guest robes? The silver character is sheng, and the heart character is singing incense.The flowing light easily throws people away, making cherries red and banana leaves green.
Uncle San, are you writing lyrics?It sounds so nice, read it again!
When writing lyrics, I just use the people to relieve my worries.
Jia Huan sighed lightly and read it again.
‘Cherries are red, banana leaves are green.’This sounds nice, Uncle San, I didn’t expect you to write lyrics.
Haven't you heard of Jiang Jie?
Jia Huan has a little big head. Qiaoer has never heard of such a famous lyrics. It seems that this girl does not like reading and practicing calligraphy.
Who is Jiang Jie?
she asked with her head tilted.
What about the poetic fairy Li Taibai?
Jia Huan realized in his heart that she must have heard of this.
I know this. Qiaoer nodded. Isn’t it just Mr. Qinglian?
It's okay to know, but it's okay to know, Jia Huan nodded quickly.
Uncle San, hurry up and catch this butterfly. At this time, a colorful butterfly flew past the two of them. Qiao'er hurriedly reached out to grab it, but was slapped by the butterfly's wings and penetrated into the flowers.
Slowly, wait until it falls on the flower before catching it. Jia Huan followed behind and shouted, looking at Qiao'er's innocent and cute appearance, she was also aroused by her childlike innocence and tiptoed behind her.
flutter……
When Jia Huan saw the butterfly falling among the flowers, he hurriedly rushed forward, but unexpectedly, the peony root was knocked down under his feet, and a dog crawled on the ground, causing Venus to appear in his eyes.
Jia Huan just turned around and was about to sit up, but Qiao'er saw the butterfly leaving in shock, and rode on Jia Huan's body and hit his chest: Uncle Stinky, you are my butterfly, you are my butterfly, Qiao'er, stop making trouble,
Jia Huan hurriedly helped her up and asked her to stop, but inadvertently landed on her tender buttocks. Through the thin clothes, he felt elastic clearly and stayed there for a moment.
Qiao'er seemed to sense Jia Huan's change, and her sweaty face was slightly flushed. She stood up and said: Uncle Stinky, I don't want butterflies anymore, you want to draw for me.
draw?
Jia Huan's heart was also clear. He knew that since Qiao'er accidentally saw a picture of a lady he drew, she kept asking him to draw a picture for him.Jia Huan had been refusing before, but now he nodded immediately and said, "Okay."
Really, it's great, I'll get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Qiao'er's temperament is a bit like Wang Xifeng, and she is very resolute in doing things.
Come to my place, I have everything. Jia Huan shouted quickly. He was afraid that Qiao'er would let everyone in the mansion know about it, so he hurriedly blocked it.
OK, OK Qiao'er excitedly grabbed Jia Huan's arm. Because the two of them were too close, her newly developed breasts hit Jia Huan's arm. He clearly felt the unique firmness and elasticity of the petite girl's breasts.
Jia Huan hurriedly pulled out his hand and said: Walk seriously, otherwise your mother will talk about you again.
I got it. Qiao'er was unhappy and pouted her mouth and walked in front without looking back. She seemed to wait for Jia Huan to come forward to comfort her. But after waiting for a while, she saw that Jia Huan had not stepped forward, she secretly turned around and looked at him, but found that Jia Huan was smiling at her. She suddenly became embarrassed and angry and shouted: Uncle Snow, Uncle Snow, you deliberately teased me.
At this time, Tanchun was standing in front of the door and Xiaoque didn't know what to say. When he saw them walking in one after another, he smiled and said: How did the third brother change his temper? He came back after the age of going out.
Humph Jia Huan couldn't stand her face, and snorted coldly, walked in without looking back, leaving Tanchun standing awkwardly at the door.
Third aunt, I will ask the third uncle to paint a portrait of me, so you can come and take a look.
Can he still draw?
In fact, Tanchun was indeed surprised by Jia Huan's sudden fluent recitation of "The Doctrine of the Mean". He was asking Xiaoque what was going on. When he heard Qiaoer say that Jia Huan wanted to draw, he was even more surprised and realized that he didn't know this brother at all before.
Of course, Uncle San painted very well, a hundred times better than those painters in the city.My third aunt will also stay here to see.
Qiao'er said with a smile.
I want to see if it is really as good as you said.
If Tanchun had put it in the past, he would not have believed it at all, but today he followed Qiaoer into the house surprisingly.
When Jia Huan saw her coming in, he was slightly stunned, but he didn't make a sound, but just prepared a pen, ink, paper and ink.
Uncle San, you said where I would sit and let you draw it well.
Qiao'er said this and pulled Jia Huan to the yard with great enthusiasm, pointed to the few banana trees beside her and said: How about it here?
Fool, you can still shoot it in the house. Have you never heard of it?
So?
She hesitated and said: You can't make me ugly later.
Don't worry, I will definitely draw you, the little girl.
I'm not a little girl, she glared at Jia Huan and said.
Okay, okay, don’t make trouble anymore, hurry up and draw it. It’s really a matter of letting you move your brush, and you will refuse for a long time.
Tanchun said unhappily at this time.
Jia Huan was about to contradict her, but knew that the most important thing in painting was to calm down, so he took a deep breath and pressed a trace of discomfort in his heart.
Three years have passed, and three years have passed in a flash. In fact, when Jia Huan sneaked out of the mansion and was playing in Jinling City three years ago, he met a devastated painter. Jia Huan was very interested in painting at the time, so he secretly became a disciple. In the past three years, he had almost practiced writing, but no one in the mansion usually cared about him, and no one except Qiao'er knew that he could paint.
Although Jia Huan appears to be unrestrained in the past three years, he is actually saving in secret, hoping that he will be recognized by his father one day.Just a year ago, when the master left Jinling, he praised his level as having surpassed him.
Uncle San, hurry up. Qiao'er urged Jia Huan dissatisfiedly.
Don't worry, don't urge Jia Huan opened his eyes slightly. Although he usually doesn't like reading, he does not lack Huzhou pen, Jingxian Xuan paper, Huizhou ink, and Wuhu inkstones.After a moment, Jia Huan had already started grinding the ink.After finishing it, he took out the powders such as stone green and stone green from the porcelain jar and poured them into a shallow dish, mixed with glue, and then stirred them finely with the wolf's hair until evenly.
She almost nodded in agreement.
There are many people who can recite "The Doctrine of the Mean", but few people who can recite Jia Huan as skilled as Jia Huan are not big at all. What's more, Jia Huan has always been a playboy before, which made them react after a long time.
oh!Uncle San is so awesome.
Jia Qiaoer said happily, holding Jia Huan's hand.
It seems that there is still someone who is really happy for himself. Jia Huan sighed and said: Qiaoer, I will take you to catch butterflies!
After saying that, he ignored the petrified women next to him.
After leaving the garden, standing next to the rockery, looking at the colorful butterflies and the beautiful reflections of willow trees, Jia Huan was filled with emotion and found that his mood had changed in just one day. Instead of complaining about the world, it was better to try hard, perhaps it could really change his destiny.
Suddenly a feeling of sorrow came to my heart. Perhaps Jiang Jie's plum blossoms could describe his mentality at this moment. Thinking of this, Jia Huan slowly recited the charm of the poem: A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to drink.The boat shaking on the river, and the curtains waving on the tower.Qiuniang Ferry and Tainiang Bridge, the wind is fluttering and the rain is bleak.When will I go home to wash my guest robes? The silver character is sheng, and the heart character is singing incense.The flowing light easily throws people away, making cherries red and banana leaves green.
Uncle San, are you writing lyrics?It sounds so nice, read it again!
When writing lyrics, I just use the people to relieve my worries.
Jia Huan sighed lightly and read it again.
‘Cherries are red, banana leaves are green.’This sounds nice, Uncle San, I didn’t expect you to write lyrics.
Haven't you heard of Jiang Jie?
Jia Huan has a little big head. Qiaoer has never heard of such a famous lyrics. It seems that this girl does not like reading and practicing calligraphy.
Who is Jiang Jie?
she asked with her head tilted.
What about the poetic fairy Li Taibai?
Jia Huan realized in his heart that she must have heard of this.
I know this. Qiaoer nodded. Isn’t it just Mr. Qinglian?
It's okay to know, but it's okay to know, Jia Huan nodded quickly.
Uncle San, hurry up and catch this butterfly. At this time, a colorful butterfly flew past the two of them. Qiao'er hurriedly reached out to grab it, but was slapped by the butterfly's wings and penetrated into the flowers.
Slowly, wait until it falls on the flower before catching it. Jia Huan followed behind and shouted, looking at Qiao'er's innocent and cute appearance, she was also aroused by her childlike innocence and tiptoed behind her.
flutter……
When Jia Huan saw the butterfly falling among the flowers, he hurriedly rushed forward, but unexpectedly, the peony root was knocked down under his feet, and a dog crawled on the ground, causing Venus to appear in his eyes.
Jia Huan just turned around and was about to sit up, but Qiao'er saw the butterfly leaving in shock, and rode on Jia Huan's body and hit his chest: Uncle Stinky, you are my butterfly, you are my butterfly, Qiao'er, stop making trouble,
Jia Huan hurriedly helped her up and asked her to stop, but inadvertently landed on her tender buttocks. Through the thin clothes, he felt elastic clearly and stayed there for a moment.
Qiao'er seemed to sense Jia Huan's change, and her sweaty face was slightly flushed. She stood up and said: Uncle Stinky, I don't want butterflies anymore, you want to draw for me.
draw?
Jia Huan's heart was also clear. He knew that since Qiao'er accidentally saw a picture of a lady he drew, she kept asking him to draw a picture for him.Jia Huan had been refusing before, but now he nodded immediately and said, "Okay."
Really, it's great, I'll get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Qiao'er's temperament is a bit like Wang Xifeng, and she is very resolute in doing things.
Come to my place, I have everything. Jia Huan shouted quickly. He was afraid that Qiao'er would let everyone in the mansion know about it, so he hurriedly blocked it.
OK, OK Qiao'er excitedly grabbed Jia Huan's arm. Because the two of them were too close, her newly developed breasts hit Jia Huan's arm. He clearly felt the unique firmness and elasticity of the petite girl's breasts.
Jia Huan hurriedly pulled out his hand and said: Walk seriously, otherwise your mother will talk about you again.
I got it. Qiao'er was unhappy and pouted her mouth and walked in front without looking back. She seemed to wait for Jia Huan to come forward to comfort her. But after waiting for a while, she saw that Jia Huan had not stepped forward, she secretly turned around and looked at him, but found that Jia Huan was smiling at her. She suddenly became embarrassed and angry and shouted: Uncle Snow, Uncle Snow, you deliberately teased me.
At this time, Tanchun was standing in front of the door and Xiaoque didn't know what to say. When he saw them walking in one after another, he smiled and said: How did the third brother change his temper? He came back after the age of going out.
Humph Jia Huan couldn't stand her face, and snorted coldly, walked in without looking back, leaving Tanchun standing awkwardly at the door.
Third aunt, I will ask the third uncle to paint a portrait of me, so you can come and take a look.
Can he still draw?
In fact, Tanchun was indeed surprised by Jia Huan's sudden fluent recitation of "The Doctrine of the Mean". He was asking Xiaoque what was going on. When he heard Qiaoer say that Jia Huan wanted to draw, he was even more surprised and realized that he didn't know this brother at all before.
Of course, Uncle San painted very well, a hundred times better than those painters in the city.My third aunt will also stay here to see.
Qiao'er said with a smile.
I want to see if it is really as good as you said.
If Tanchun had put it in the past, he would not have believed it at all, but today he followed Qiaoer into the house surprisingly.
When Jia Huan saw her coming in, he was slightly stunned, but he didn't make a sound, but just prepared a pen, ink, paper and ink.
Uncle San, you said where I would sit and let you draw it well.
Qiao'er said this and pulled Jia Huan to the yard with great enthusiasm, pointed to the few banana trees beside her and said: How about it here?
Fool, you can still shoot it in the house. Have you never heard of it?
So?
She hesitated and said: You can't make me ugly later.
Don't worry, I will definitely draw you, the little girl.
I'm not a little girl, she glared at Jia Huan and said.
Okay, okay, don’t make trouble anymore, hurry up and draw it. It’s really a matter of letting you move your brush, and you will refuse for a long time.
Tanchun said unhappily at this time.
Jia Huan was about to contradict her, but knew that the most important thing in painting was to calm down, so he took a deep breath and pressed a trace of discomfort in his heart.
Three years have passed, and three years have passed in a flash. In fact, when Jia Huan sneaked out of the mansion and was playing in Jinling City three years ago, he met a devastated painter. Jia Huan was very interested in painting at the time, so he secretly became a disciple. In the past three years, he had almost practiced writing, but no one in the mansion usually cared about him, and no one except Qiao'er knew that he could paint.
Although Jia Huan appears to be unrestrained in the past three years, he is actually saving in secret, hoping that he will be recognized by his father one day.Just a year ago, when the master left Jinling, he praised his level as having surpassed him.
Uncle San, hurry up. Qiao'er urged Jia Huan dissatisfiedly.
Don't worry, don't urge Jia Huan opened his eyes slightly. Although he usually doesn't like reading, he does not lack Huzhou pen, Jingxian Xuan paper, Huizhou ink, and Wuhu inkstones.After a moment, Jia Huan had already started grinding the ink.After finishing it, he took out the powders such as stone green and stone green from the porcelain jar and poured them into a shallow dish, mixed with glue, and then stirred them finely with the wolf's hair until evenly.
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