Song Dynasty female artist

Chapter 4
The cold wind was blowing, and Gu Qingjue's clothes were soaked in sweat. He must have woken up early to practice.

Practicing in winter and practicing in summer and summer. This martial arts practice is not only for strengthening the body, sharp eyes and ears, but also for training people's will and making them firm.

Su Yixin stood there and watched for a while, and found that each move was quite methodical, and the fists punched with internal strength could blow leaves two meters away.

To be able to do this at such an age is quite remarkable!
It can't be seen that Gu Qingjue, who looks thin, is a man of both civil and military skills.

Thinking of the next situation, I felt a little more confident.

However, although Gu Qingjue practiced diligently, he did not have good kung fu skills, and this would limit his improvement in martial arts.

Seeing that he is now his son-in-law in name and needs to be unanimous to the outside world, I will silently give him a few sets of exercises that I have seen in the previous life.

Well, such a happy decision.

"Sister Ming, I'm going to boil water and cook, you go and wake up your second brother, and when you're done eating, go up the mountain to see Auntie."

Gu Qingming giggled and trotted into the next room.

Su Yixin came to the stove according to her memory, ready to boil water for food.

Gu Qingjue was almost done practicing, picked up a cloth towel beside him and wiped off his sweat while walking towards the stove.

Seeing Su Yixin holding the fire booklet, her brows twitched.

Like a whirlwind, it blew in front of the stove, and snatched the fire folder from Su Yixin's hand. The speed was so fast that Su Yixin was caught in a circle.

"I'll still come."

Gu Qingjue let out a long sigh of relief.

He didn't forget that when she came back half an hour late from private school last month due to heavy snowfall, she made a meal once and almost set the house on fire.

There is nothing at home, only this house, which can be kept as a memory.

Gu Qingjue looked at Su Yixin's expression indescribably.

Su Yixin: "..."

She seemed to understand Gu Qingjue's expression, what should I do!
No, she can't read it! ! !

Fortunately, Su Yixin has always had a thicker skin than ordinary people.

In line with the principle that I am not embarrassed, and the embarrassing is the principle of others, the corners of the lips on both sides pulled up: "Okay, then you light the fire, and I will cook."

As long as the fire is not lit, they can swallow even the most unpalatable meal.

Su Yixin walked around the kitchen and found a handful of wild vegetables picked on the back mountain yesterday morning, half a bag of black noodles, estimated to be about five catties, half a bowl of white noodles, and a bag of brown rice, estimated to be seven or eight catties, the size of a palm. Ground bacon, and a small jar of kosher salt.

The bacon was marinated by Gu Mingbo with the wild boar he hunted last year, weighing dozens of catties.

When Fan was seriously ill, he sold all the money for medicine, and now this is all he has left.

Coarse salt also wanted to sell, but there was no time.

Today is Fan's Weiqi. I went up the mountain to see that she needs sacrifices, but I can't get anything else, so I still need something to eat.

Su Yixin put on her apron, rolled up her sleeves, blanched wild vegetables, cut a few slices of bacon, and prepared to fry them with wild vegetables, and then steamed half a pot of brown rice. Yesterday's jujube porridge was also hot.

Gu Qingxi had a nightmare last night, and when Gu Qingming called her up, she was listless.

Su Yixin thought of yesterday's divination, her face became a bit serious, and she said to Gu Qingxi: "Second brother, get a basin of hot water to wash your face, and then give sister Ming a wash."

"it is good."

Gu Qingxi responded, thinking that today is Mother's Wei Qi, and he is also a young adult, so she pulled herself together and scooped up a basin of hot water from the pot next to it.

Not long after, Su Yixin prepared breakfast.

Gu Qingming was still young, so she ate most of the jujube porridge, and the rest was given to Gu Qingxi, who hadn't eaten anything sweet in the past few months, so it was a tooth-beating sacrifice for him.

Su Yixin ate half a bowl of brown rice with wild vegetables, and Gu Qingjue and Gu Qingxi's half-grown husbands had a big appetite, and each of them ate two big bowls.

Gu Qingxi felt that it was not enough, but she also knew that the extra was for her mother, so she held back.

After eating and tidying up the stove, Su Yixin combed Gu Qingming's hair, Gu Qingjue took the paper money for incense sticks in the back hall, and the family walked up the mountain.

There is a big lake in front of Wangjia Village, which is the one where Su Yixin fell into the water, and behind it is a group of mountains, surrounded by mountains and water. Generally speaking, Fengshui is good.

The Gu family moved here from outside more than ten years ago, and there is no ancestral grave. Gu Mingbo and his wife were buried halfway up the two hills past the back mountain.

Gu Qingjue carried a small one on his back, and held Gu Mingbo's hunting bow and arrow in his right hand. Gu Qingxi held a sacrificial offering in his left hand, which was the food he made this morning, and a shovel in his right hand. Su Yixin held incense sticks and paper money.

The four of them were leaving at Chenshi, and arrived at the grave at Sishi.

"Auntie, Auntie!"

Gu Qingming got off Gu Qingjue's back, trotted to the tombstone of Gu Mingbo and his wife, and called twice.

"Brother, why should Aunt not answer me?"

Gu Qingming took Gu Qingjue's hand, raised her head and asked suspiciously.

She asked this question not out of sadness, but out of simple disappointment. She thought that she would be able to see Fan's when she came to the mountain.

After all, he is only two years old and still doesn't understand life and death, so it would be nice to remember that he has a mother named Fan.

I don't have any impression of Gu Mingbo's father.

Gu Qingjue knelt down in front of the grave, put the bow and arrow in his hand behind him, wrapped his right hand around Gu Qingming's right shoulder from behind, and said softly: "Sister Ming, Dad and Auntie are sleeping here, we have to be obedient No, don't wake them up."

Gu Qingming smiled and said, "Daddy and Auntie are so lazy, they're still sleeping."

"Miss Ming is good, don't sleep late."

"Miss Ming is very good." Gu Qingjue patted Gu Qingming's head, didn't speak any more, just looked at the tombstone deeply, with nostalgia and tenacity on his face.

Su Yixin knelt on one side, took out the offerings and laid them out, took out the joss sticks and lit them, and burned the paper money, the tomb was very quiet for a while.

Suddenly, a sparse sound sounded from the side.

Gu Qingjue picked up the bow and arrow behind him, and asked Su Yixin and the three to lean against the tombstone, while he opened his arms and looked around vigilantly.

The sound is getting closer and closer, and now it is certain that the sound is coming from the left.

I don't know what it is, but just because of the commotion, I think it won't be small.

Could it be a beast like a bear or a tiger?

Su Yixin's heart was in her throat.

If it's really a beast, the four of them probably have to explain it here.

The sound was getting closer, and a small brown dingo covered in blood rushed out of the bushes.

He fell down about three feet away from Su Yixin.

There was a "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" sound with his eyes fixed on Su Yixin, as if he was begging Su Yixin to save it.

After a little thought, another wild dog rushed out of the bushes just now, but this wild dog's hair was clean, and the fiery red fur was like a burning flame, extremely dazzling.

"It's a fox."

With such a commotion, I thought there was a fierce tiger, but I didn't expect it to be two foxes fighting.

Gu Qingjue's tense body relaxed slightly.

amount……

Su Yixin touched her nose, thinking it was a wild dog, but she didn't expect it to be a fox.

After taking a closer look, I found that the little fox was white. Because it was covered in blood and dirty, I thought it was brown.

Can't blame her for admitting mistakes.

The bloody little white fox from earlier really looked like a wild dog.

(End of this chapter)