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Chapter 484 The Seed of Dreams

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Tuanzi didn't understand at all: "Is Dahuahua swollen? Does it hurt if it's tied?"

"No," Sheng Minglin suppressed a smile and maintained the image of Shanda Huahua: "It may have remembered something."

Tuanzi groaned, nodded, and looked at it over and over again for a while before reluctantly rolling it up: "Give it to Si Guo Guo."

Sheng Minglin was surprised: "Giving it to Fourth Brother? You don't like it?"

"I like it!" Zhuzhu said: "But there is no Mengmeng in Siguoguo. It's so pitiful! Mengmeng might grow like one Mengmeng. If you plant it in Siguoguo, you can grow many Mengmeng. Come and mess with me!”

Sheng Minglin couldn't help but smile: "No need Zhuzhu, the beautiful brother is painting your dream. When he finishes the painting, just ask him to give it to the fourth brother... Zhuzhu'er, this is a gift from Uncle Yunduo to Zhuzhu. Generally speaking, gifts cannot be given to others, otherwise Uncle Yunduo may be unhappy."

Tuanzi suddenly realized and took back the scroll: "Then, how many miles away can the beads be sent?"

Sheng Minglin nodded.

Then the brother and sister held hands and searched all over the house, but finally found it in the study.

After hanging it, Sheng Minglin added: "Go back to the store to buy some books and put them on the bookshelf. They don't look good when they are empty."

Tuanzi glanced at him, pretended not to hear, and changed the topic tactfully: "When will the beautiful Guoguo painting Mengmeng be finished?"

Sheng Minglin said: "It seems that the painting is not finished yet. We have just come back from winter hunting..."

He also changed the subject: "It's okay if you don't put the book on it. The little people made by Han Jiujiu will look good on the shelf."

Tuanzi was immediately interested: "Sister Lychee, let's put the little people next to the door! There is also a cup holder for grandpa!"

After giving the order, the servants in the room began to work.

Sheng Minglin watched with a smile while still thinking about how to write Mr. Qingcheng's article.

As a result, while I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of wings flapping in the sky, and the grand majesty returned.

Zhuzhu stuck her butt out and was busy getting the little figure. Sheng Minglin had no time, so Sheng Minglin went out to get the letter by himself.

Then Sheng Mingfeng chirped at him and called him a performer. Sheng Minglin knew what was going on as soon as he heard it. He quickly took out the letter and read it, and was shocked.

Is it an accident?

Qin Jiangbai can be regarded as Zhuzhu's close brother. Even if he is not in the capital, far away, Tuanzi has not forgotten him... Ordinarily, he will not encounter such an accident!

Sheng Minglin always felt uneasy, so he quickly wrote another letter and asked Sheng Weifeng to send it to him immediately. Watching his figure disappear into the sky, he thought... Could it be that they didn't use that set of amulets?Should one be given to Qin Jiangbai?
He didn't dare to tell Zhuzhu for fear of scaring Zhuzhu, and only muttered a few words to Huo Chenzhao.

He was thinking, if Shangsheng Weifeng had not gone, according to Qin Jiangbai's original itinerary, would he really be in danger?At least he'll get hurt?

Huo Chenzhao only said: "I think there should be no doubt about the ownership of the amulet. Moreover, if the grand majesty has not gone... This assumption actually makes no sense. The grand majesty has gone, and it is a kind of thing in itself. Is it God’s will?”

There is nothing original or unoriginal, Qin Jiangbai just knows Zhuzhu, and Zhuzhu will miss him. Even if he doesn't write for this, maybe he will write for something else?

There is not only one way to express auspiciousness, maybe it looks like a coincidence, but it is actually a kind of auspiciousness?

Sheng Minglin was comforted and nodded.

Then he remembered and urged him: "Have you finished painting Zhuzhu's dream? Zhuzhu is waiting to be used." In fact, Huo Chenzhao is an excellent painter and has painted several editions, but every time he finished the painting, he felt that it was far behind. Zhuzhu’s dream was magnificent and interesting, so she scrapped it and repainted it.

Since Sheng Minglin said this, he simply asked someone to bring all the painting tools over and paint here.

Zhuzhu and her servants were busy, adjusting it countless times, and finally arranged the figures almost exactly, while still making marks: "Jie Li also needs to add a Shanda Huahua! Jieli also needs to add a Shengda Huahua. With Zhuzhu and Guoguoda! Jieli also needs to add Zhuzhu and the beautiful brother to collect herbs..."

Zhuzhu turned around and asked, "Guo Guo, when will Han Jiujiu come back?"

Sheng Minglin wanted to say tomorrow, but was afraid that Zhuzhu would be impatient, so he said, "I should be able to come back the day after tomorrow."

Tuanzi was very happy and came over with the paper: "Guoguo, help Zhuzhu write it. Write down the money-lending place."

Sheng Minglin put down the tea cup, helped her cut the paper into small pieces, wrote them one by one, and then put them up with her.

He found that Zhuzhu really had her own logic in her heart. For example, if an adult arranged it, they might put things of similar size together, or they might put similar scenes together, but Zhuzhu's arrangement, It's her daily life.

For example, when Zhuzhu wakes up in the morning, she first reads a book with her brother, then walks over to collect herbs with Huo Chenzhao, and then goes out to play with her parents... The little faces are put together day by day, which looks strange. interesting.

Sheng Minglin accompanied his sister to arrange everything, and thought it could be named: "Zhuzhu's daily life."

He looked at his hands behind his back for a long time. Zhuzhu stood beside him and also looked at his hands behind his back for a long time.

Then he lowered his eyes to look at her. Tuanzi waited for a moment, then raised his head and found that he was looking at her. She smiled immediately and grabbed the hem of his clothes with her little hands: "Zhuzhu, follow your example."

Sheng Minglin smiled and said: "Zhuzhu imitates me, and I will bite you."

He knelt down, hugged her, and bit her little ear. The dumpling giggled and ran away. The two brothers and sisters went out laughing and walked until they reached the end of the railing and slid down with a swish.

Tuanzi chirped excitedly: "Ahhh! Guoguo!"

So Sheng Minglin also slipped down.

The two of them slid several times before finishing out of breath. They each washed their hands. When they came to see Huo Chenzhao again, they had not finished the painting.

Zhuzhu watched his painting with great interest.

But painting is very slow, and many times, when I paint for a long time at first, I don’t know what I am painting. Only at the last moment, the whole picture will look good.

So Zhuzhu soon lost her patience and whispered: "Hua Mengmeng is too difficult to deal with. Zhuzhu will send me some Dreaming Meng, so I can reduce it soon."

Huo Chenzhao smiled but didn't answer.

We had dinner together at noon, and when Zhuzhuer took a nap, Huo Chenzhao continued painting, and Sheng Minglin came to the North Courtyard to find Cui Yun.

Cui Yun went to class, but the articles he had written were already on the table, and there were two of them.

The last pen name was Tiao De Fu Sheng, and the language was humorous and funny. Reading it can make people laugh all the time, but after thinking about it for a while, there are many things worth pondering.

This article also continues this style.

It writes about a useless, useless man who is poor and useless, neither good at writing nor good at martial arts. Only his wife can show off. No matter what others say, he can only say that my wife has small feet. When he is desperate, he wants to sell his wife, and then He also used the tone of another scholar to reprimand him and criticize the behavior of foot binding, saying that everyone knows that the body, hair, and skin are received from parents, but why don't they know that people who grow up like this are received from God?Why do you dare to go against heaven, destroy your body, and be proud of it?Stupid and disgusting!
Sheng Minglin nodded repeatedly.

Next, Cui Yun used another pen name of "Butcher's Knife".

(End of this chapter)