Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Quan Yu pressed the top of her head, turned her head back, and asked her to look at the paintings on the table. He said, "My dad has many collections. Be good and I can give you other paintings."

Cui Sanning... Is this really good?

In the Quan family's old house, Mr. Quan, who was leisurely sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, suddenly sneezed several times.

The person next to me reminded: "It's too cold, old gentleman, you should go back to the house."

Mr. Quan waved his hand, feeling a little cold on his back, and cursed: Who is plotting against me behind my back?

He had no idea that his treasures were being taken care of by his youngest son.

Cui Sanning carefully rolled up the painting and put it back into the box, then picked up the box below: "What is this?"

Guessed: "Is it your handwritten manuscript?"

As he said this, he was about to open it and take a look. As soon as his hand landed on the box, he was held down by a big hand reaching out from behind.

He turned to look at the person behind him in confusion.

Quan Yu took the box from her hand and put it aside: "We will look at it when we go back, and eat first."

Cui Sanning became even more curious, but unfortunately Quan Yu refused to show it to her. He slightly put his arm around her shoulders and led him out of the study.

When going down the stairs, the two of them walked one behind the other. Cui Sanning followed behind, but couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Third, what did you copy?"

"I won't look, just tell me."

Quan Yu said calmly: "The contents of "Six Chapters of a Floating Life"."

Cui Sanning nodded and asked, "Which volume is it?"

Quan Yu didn't answer: "Why do you have so many questions?"

Cui Sanning stuck out her tongue at his back. If she didn't ask, she wouldn't ask. I'll see for myself when I get back.

While eating, Cui Sanning held the bowl and said to Aunt Zhang, "I want another bowl."

Quan Yu raised her eyebrows. She usually didn't have a big appetite.

Aunt Zhang doted on her and gave her some food. When she noticed that Quan Yu was looking at her, Cui Sanning explained sheepishly: "After today, we won't be able to eat. I need to eat more."

Quan Yu took a sip of the soup and asked casually, "How do you usually eat?"

Cui Sanning thought for a while: "Order takeout or go to a restaurant to eat."

After pausing for a few seconds, he added: "Sometimes my brother will bring me meals cooked by my old family."

Quan Yu said nothing.

Send Cui Sanning home and watch her go upstairs. Quan Yu's car parked below for a long time before leaving.

He was thinking about what reason he should use to see her next so that it wouldn't be so abrupt.

I like you, how about this reason?

When Cui Sanning returned home, she couldn't wait to walk into the study and took out the contents of the box.

It unfolds slowly, and the content cannot be seen at first glance.

Because they were all attracted by Liu Gong's regular script.

It is not without reason that Liu Gong's regular script is highly sought after by his time and later generations.

He broke away from the calligraphy in the early Tang Dynasty that emphasized grace and beauty. His calligraphy was highly standardized, rigorous and elegant, with a tight center and a strong and thin brush.

Cui Sangning looked at the manuscript, and people often said: "The words are like the person they are."

As the third emperor's master, Liu Gong has an upright heart and a noble character.

And the third uncle is just like what he wrote, he is upright and has strong character.

And she liked it very much.

Whether it’s such a word or such a person

His eyes fell on the excerpt. After seeing what he copied, Cui Sanning's eyes sparkled and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Six Chapters of a Floating Life" has six volumes. She asked him which volume he copied.

My fingertips landed on the last sentence

"When you touch my spring sorrow, it becomes tactful, and when it touches my mood, it becomes more lingering."

Just because she has never been in love doesn't mean she doesn't understand anything, at least during this period she was indulgent.

She knew very well that she was different from her third uncle, and she liked him.

And this kind of liking is different from her liking for her brother.

As for how to position it, she is still deciding.

Putting the osmanthus picture into the glass display cabinet, Cui Sanning returned to the table and looked at the manuscript. After a long time, she turned around and readjusted the placement of the items in the display cabinet.

After adjusting, she turned off the light and left the study.

The moonlight shines into the room from the window, and the fragrance of the newly planted osmanthus flowers on the desk is overflowing. In the glass display case, the painting "Moonlight Night with Flowers on the Spring River" placed in the middle is no longer there.

That night, Cui Sanning had a dream. He forgot the content of the dream, but he remembered the man's breathy voice, lingering and full of love: "Girl, I'm thirty-two, you love me, don't let me wait too long. .”

But she didn't know that it was not a dream, but his pleading and longing after the passionate kiss that night.

Early the next morning, Cui Sanning received a WeChat message from Quan Yu as soon as he picked up his phone. He said: The money has been received.

This painting is a big project, and even at a discount the price is still quite high.

Thinking of those two things in the study, I actually made a profit.

The late autumn wind is like a knife blade, ruthlessly rolling off the remaining yellow leaves on the branches, and stirring up the autumn yellow on the ground.

The school teacher is introducing enthusiastically: "This is the teaching building, and that is the student cafeteria."

The black leather shoes rustled on the fallen leaves. Duan Qiongyu put his hands in the pockets of his brown windbreaker, and his wide and thick scarf slightly covered his chin.

Listening calmly to the teacher's introduction.

His attitude also made the teacher who introduced him feel strange. Generally, people who volunteer to help will be cheerful and enthusiastic. At least they should have a smile and kindness on their faces.

But this gentleman had nothing. He didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

He pointed not far away and said: "That small area is the school playground."

Duan Qiongyu looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a small open space with an old football frame standing on one side, and some children were playing football on it.

So it turns out that this can be considered a playground?

Suddenly, an old football rolled over from the playground and finally stopped at Duan Qiongyu's feet.

He bent down and squatted on the ground, holding the football in his hand. A little boy ran over and looked at him timidly.

Then he stretched out his hand and made a gesture: "I'm sorry.

Duan Qiongyu handed the old and shapeless ball in front of him. After taking it, the little boy suddenly had a bright smile on his face and gestured to say thank you.

The coldness of late autumn seems to have been driven away a lot.

Duan Qiongyu gestured that you were welcome.

The little boy seemed surprised that he knew sign language. The teacher next to him smiled and patted his head, indicating that he should continue playing.

After the little boy turned around and walked away, Duan Qiongyu stood up from the ground and became tall and oppressive again.

He has learned that this is a special primary school.

The teacher on the side felt a lot happy when he saw that he was no longer indifferent as shown on his face, and continued to introduce: "Most of these children are orphans, some were abandoned because of their defects, and some have no family members."

He lamented: "Due to some practical reasons, not many teachers are willing to work here. Most of the teachers here are caring people."

He looked at Duan Qiongyu and scratched his head in embarrassment: "It's been so long, we thought you wouldn't come."

Duan Qiongyu did not answer, but took a look at the dilapidated school and the real problems.

He suddenly turned around and asked: "What are the procedures for donating to the school?"