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Chapter 173 Bird Picture
Not only were Qu Qiushi's legs shaky now, his lower body was even very unstable, and he almost sat on the ground in the dark.
If the door of hell is open, just open it.
As a medical practitioner, what he has in his hands is human life and flesh and blood.
He is not afraid of things that cannot be opened.
This sister said the three words "the door to hell is open" in such a convincing tone - it was very strange.
It seems as if this hell door was opened by her command.
The smile on Qu Qiushi's face was very forced, "It's the full moon, and I wanted to invite my sister to look at the full moon together. I often feel that life is impermanent, just like the waxing and waning of the moon, and the ebb and flow of the tide."
Xian Jin looked over in disbelief, "Looking at the moon? What kind of moon are you looking at? The ginger cake is already cold——"
Xianjin raised his feet and walked forward. As he walked, he kindly taught his younger brother the principles of life, "Since the old lady asked us to make ginger cakes, we must follow her instructions and finish it word for word. We here What's the difference between admiring the moon and doing errands at the same time, and working for four hours and working in the hut for two hours?"
Xian Jin was filled with indignation, "This is money fraud! Once word gets out, which other owner will be willing to hire us in the future?"
Qu Qiushi:
He was helpless, as helpless as a child without an umbrella in a heavy rain.
He didn't know how to roar and tell Xian Jin in a calm and gentle tone: The old lady did it on purpose!Just so we can be alone in the middle of the night!In the watery night, feelings quickly heat up!It's best to settle down tomorrow!Worship the day after tomorrow!Give birth to a baby soon the day after tomorrow!
He doesn't understand.
Are the girls in Xuancheng different from those in Baishui Town?
Or is it simply that this beautiful and capable sister has a brain that is different from ordinary girls?
In Baishui Town, generally speaking, within three days at most, even the coldest girl would smile at him.
This sister is a strange person - she is not cold and cold, and sometimes she will smile brightly at him, but how can a beautiful and red mouth say such barren and pale words!
He was like a battle-experienced courtesan who met an old man who had not taken any medicine.
There was nowhere to use all his skills, it was like tens of thousands of fleas jumping around and being tickled by thousands of swords.
No matter how weak the old man is, there will be a day when he becomes heroic - Qu Qiuzhen cheered himself up in his heart, but when he looked up, he saw that Xian Jin had already disappeared.
Qu Qiushi's face was a little distorted: He could probably reasonably guess that this sister ran so fast just to get the ginger cake early and show off her skills in front of the old lady before him, right?
A welcoming banquet ended with the ginger cake served by Xian Jin, and the second core meeting of the Chen family began - Mrs. Qu called Chen Jianfang to the Castor Hall and asked many questions in detail, until it was time to wake up. Let Chen Jianfang go see his mother.
The eldest son still lives in the central courtyard of the Chen family. There is a bright light hanging high in the main room. When Chen Jianfang pushed the door open, he saw his own mother painting under the lamp. She was holding a silver pen as thin as a hair. Hooked budgerigar's back feathers.
Chen Jianfang stood there quietly, fearing that his breath would disturb his mother's painting technique.
After finishing tracing a fat parrot, Ms. Duan let out a long breath and raised her eyes to see her son. There was finally a bright smile deep in her eyes, "You're finally back?"
Chen Jianfang handed his mother a handkerchief to wipe her hands with and said respectfully, "I'm back."
Mrs. Duan smiled and poured tea and snacks for her son, "I said I was here to catch the wind for you. I just stared at you all night and poked at the tofu, but in the end I ate a lot of ginger cakes. I didn't think you liked it before. Ginger snack?" Chen Jianfang lowered his head and took a bite of the mung bean cake. It was crispy and numb, and the pastry melted in his mouth. It still didn't taste as good as the ginger cake.
"I love eating it now."
Chen Jianfang said softly, "My son is unfilial. He did not return to Xuancheng with his third uncle, nor did he inform his mother in advance, so he made decisions without authorization."
Duan didn’t understand where this “unfilial piety” came from.
The only son is very similar to her husband, but they are not alike. The similarity is that they both carry cotton on their backs in the river. The further they go, the more water the cotton absorbs, and the more tired they become. The difference is that the husband is very tired and he He wanted to get rid of the cotton, but the cotton seemed to have grown arms and legs and clung to his body, but the son carried the cotton voluntarily. When the cotton became heavier and heavier, he did not question the weight of the cotton, but instead reflected on his own lack of strength. .
The husband was dragged into a deep river by cotton and drowned.
She was not sure whether her son would gain more strength as a result, or would he make the same mistake again?
Duan was silent for a long time, then said, "How can you be unfilial? You can do what you want, as long as you are worthy of heaven, worthy of earth, and worthy of yourself when you look back. If you are happy, you don't even have to go If you pass the Jinshi exam and live your whole life as a farmer, you are also my mother's bravest son."
Chen Jianfang smiled and said, "If I don't take the Jinshi exam, what will I do?"
My mother has always had a good dream, and she does many things as she pleases without thinking about them. When my father was still there, he still had support. Now if he doesn't make progress, how long can my mother's free-wheeling life last?
Chen Jianfang didn't know what to say to his mother, so he could only talk to her. When it came to the picture of hundreds of birds that Duan was painting, Chen Jianfang smiled and said respectfully, "The brushwork is fine and the colors are elegant. You I still have the skills in hand.”
Duan laughed and said, "In the middle of last month, Mrs. Zhang from the Silk House saw the fans I painted when I was young. She said she liked my flower and bird paintings very much and was willing to pay 100 taels of silver for me to paint. I thought Zuo was also For painting, it doesn’t matter whether I take the money or not. The main thing is that I like it, so I try to draw a picture of a hundred birds."
When Chen Jianfang heard this, he couldn't help but frown.
Selling paintings?
How can my mother sell paintings?
"But grandma deducted your monthly silver?" Chen Jianfang asked with a frown.
Mrs. Duan smiled and waved her hands, "If she withholds it, don't I know I can go to the library to get it myself?"
Chen Jianfang's brows furrowed even more tightly, "But Mrs. Zhang is stalking and coercing you, so you have no choice but to do it out of mercy?"
Mrs. Duan didn't understand her son's thoughts, and waved her hands quickly, "No, no, no, Mrs. Zhang is a very nice person and has a gentle temper. She just mentioned something, but I remembered it in my heart - wasn't it that the Qing'an layman of the previous dynasty was famous for his paintings? Is it to become famous? Although I am very different from her, I really like flower and bird painting. If anyone is willing to pay for it, I would be flattered!"
Chen Jianfang was silent for a long time, then he managed to smile and said, "Son, I don't understand."
The smile on Mrs. Duan's face also faded, and after a moment she said, "Then, do you support it?"
Chen Jianfang put his hands on his knees and seemed to be thinking - he really didn't understand. Although his mother was not a member of the boudoir, she was still a woman. He was not afraid of his mother's writings being exposed in the market, but he also didn't think that if It was a cost-effective move to cause a big stir because of this incident.
If a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, why should a mother put herself at risk?
Chen Jianfang was silent and said, "You are halfway through the painting of hundreds of birds. It is a pity to stop now." (End of Chapter)
If the door of hell is open, just open it.
As a medical practitioner, what he has in his hands is human life and flesh and blood.
He is not afraid of things that cannot be opened.
This sister said the three words "the door to hell is open" in such a convincing tone - it was very strange.
It seems as if this hell door was opened by her command.
The smile on Qu Qiushi's face was very forced, "It's the full moon, and I wanted to invite my sister to look at the full moon together. I often feel that life is impermanent, just like the waxing and waning of the moon, and the ebb and flow of the tide."
Xian Jin looked over in disbelief, "Looking at the moon? What kind of moon are you looking at? The ginger cake is already cold——"
Xianjin raised his feet and walked forward. As he walked, he kindly taught his younger brother the principles of life, "Since the old lady asked us to make ginger cakes, we must follow her instructions and finish it word for word. We here What's the difference between admiring the moon and doing errands at the same time, and working for four hours and working in the hut for two hours?"
Xian Jin was filled with indignation, "This is money fraud! Once word gets out, which other owner will be willing to hire us in the future?"
Qu Qiushi:
He was helpless, as helpless as a child without an umbrella in a heavy rain.
He didn't know how to roar and tell Xian Jin in a calm and gentle tone: The old lady did it on purpose!Just so we can be alone in the middle of the night!In the watery night, feelings quickly heat up!It's best to settle down tomorrow!Worship the day after tomorrow!Give birth to a baby soon the day after tomorrow!
He doesn't understand.
Are the girls in Xuancheng different from those in Baishui Town?
Or is it simply that this beautiful and capable sister has a brain that is different from ordinary girls?
In Baishui Town, generally speaking, within three days at most, even the coldest girl would smile at him.
This sister is a strange person - she is not cold and cold, and sometimes she will smile brightly at him, but how can a beautiful and red mouth say such barren and pale words!
He was like a battle-experienced courtesan who met an old man who had not taken any medicine.
There was nowhere to use all his skills, it was like tens of thousands of fleas jumping around and being tickled by thousands of swords.
No matter how weak the old man is, there will be a day when he becomes heroic - Qu Qiuzhen cheered himself up in his heart, but when he looked up, he saw that Xian Jin had already disappeared.
Qu Qiushi's face was a little distorted: He could probably reasonably guess that this sister ran so fast just to get the ginger cake early and show off her skills in front of the old lady before him, right?
A welcoming banquet ended with the ginger cake served by Xian Jin, and the second core meeting of the Chen family began - Mrs. Qu called Chen Jianfang to the Castor Hall and asked many questions in detail, until it was time to wake up. Let Chen Jianfang go see his mother.
The eldest son still lives in the central courtyard of the Chen family. There is a bright light hanging high in the main room. When Chen Jianfang pushed the door open, he saw his own mother painting under the lamp. She was holding a silver pen as thin as a hair. Hooked budgerigar's back feathers.
Chen Jianfang stood there quietly, fearing that his breath would disturb his mother's painting technique.
After finishing tracing a fat parrot, Ms. Duan let out a long breath and raised her eyes to see her son. There was finally a bright smile deep in her eyes, "You're finally back?"
Chen Jianfang handed his mother a handkerchief to wipe her hands with and said respectfully, "I'm back."
Mrs. Duan smiled and poured tea and snacks for her son, "I said I was here to catch the wind for you. I just stared at you all night and poked at the tofu, but in the end I ate a lot of ginger cakes. I didn't think you liked it before. Ginger snack?" Chen Jianfang lowered his head and took a bite of the mung bean cake. It was crispy and numb, and the pastry melted in his mouth. It still didn't taste as good as the ginger cake.
"I love eating it now."
Chen Jianfang said softly, "My son is unfilial. He did not return to Xuancheng with his third uncle, nor did he inform his mother in advance, so he made decisions without authorization."
Duan didn’t understand where this “unfilial piety” came from.
The only son is very similar to her husband, but they are not alike. The similarity is that they both carry cotton on their backs in the river. The further they go, the more water the cotton absorbs, and the more tired they become. The difference is that the husband is very tired and he He wanted to get rid of the cotton, but the cotton seemed to have grown arms and legs and clung to his body, but the son carried the cotton voluntarily. When the cotton became heavier and heavier, he did not question the weight of the cotton, but instead reflected on his own lack of strength. .
The husband was dragged into a deep river by cotton and drowned.
She was not sure whether her son would gain more strength as a result, or would he make the same mistake again?
Duan was silent for a long time, then said, "How can you be unfilial? You can do what you want, as long as you are worthy of heaven, worthy of earth, and worthy of yourself when you look back. If you are happy, you don't even have to go If you pass the Jinshi exam and live your whole life as a farmer, you are also my mother's bravest son."
Chen Jianfang smiled and said, "If I don't take the Jinshi exam, what will I do?"
My mother has always had a good dream, and she does many things as she pleases without thinking about them. When my father was still there, he still had support. Now if he doesn't make progress, how long can my mother's free-wheeling life last?
Chen Jianfang didn't know what to say to his mother, so he could only talk to her. When it came to the picture of hundreds of birds that Duan was painting, Chen Jianfang smiled and said respectfully, "The brushwork is fine and the colors are elegant. You I still have the skills in hand.”
Duan laughed and said, "In the middle of last month, Mrs. Zhang from the Silk House saw the fans I painted when I was young. She said she liked my flower and bird paintings very much and was willing to pay 100 taels of silver for me to paint. I thought Zuo was also For painting, it doesn’t matter whether I take the money or not. The main thing is that I like it, so I try to draw a picture of a hundred birds."
When Chen Jianfang heard this, he couldn't help but frown.
Selling paintings?
How can my mother sell paintings?
"But grandma deducted your monthly silver?" Chen Jianfang asked with a frown.
Mrs. Duan smiled and waved her hands, "If she withholds it, don't I know I can go to the library to get it myself?"
Chen Jianfang's brows furrowed even more tightly, "But Mrs. Zhang is stalking and coercing you, so you have no choice but to do it out of mercy?"
Mrs. Duan didn't understand her son's thoughts, and waved her hands quickly, "No, no, no, Mrs. Zhang is a very nice person and has a gentle temper. She just mentioned something, but I remembered it in my heart - wasn't it that the Qing'an layman of the previous dynasty was famous for his paintings? Is it to become famous? Although I am very different from her, I really like flower and bird painting. If anyone is willing to pay for it, I would be flattered!"
Chen Jianfang was silent for a long time, then he managed to smile and said, "Son, I don't understand."
The smile on Mrs. Duan's face also faded, and after a moment she said, "Then, do you support it?"
Chen Jianfang put his hands on his knees and seemed to be thinking - he really didn't understand. Although his mother was not a member of the boudoir, she was still a woman. He was not afraid of his mother's writings being exposed in the market, but he also didn't think that if It was a cost-effective move to cause a big stir because of this incident.
If a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, why should a mother put herself at risk?
Chen Jianfang was silent and said, "You are halfway through the painting of hundreds of birds. It is a pity to stop now." (End of Chapter)
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