The group’s favorite little Fuwa in the rebirth era

The culprit they were talking about didn't know whether he had guessed that he would be retaliated against, but he disappeared until the end of lunch.

Su's mother was a little worried. Ever since Jiujiu came to live here, she had never missed three meals, and she had to stay at the dining table every time.

Su Qinghe was not worried at all. Jiujiu was smart. He had provoked so many people in one day, so he would definitely not show up.

He also comforted grandma and told her to rest assured, "Jiujiu might have gone somewhere to play."

Mother Su was still worried and called for her servants to look for her. Don't hide outside and don't dare to come back. It's so cold outside, so don't get sick from the cold.

Su Qinghe was helpless, that bird was so smart, how could it be frozen.

Su Qingyan next to her was about to speak when she heard her grandma's words, but Su Qingheng touched her arm and reluctantly shut her mouth.

What is this? He has only been out studying for a few months, and he is not as good as a bird in grandma's heart.

Fortunately, there were many servants at home, and news soon came that Jiujiu had returned to Su Qinghe's yard long ago, and had rested there after eating and drinking.

Jiujiu's nest was in Su Qinghe's yard from the beginning, but during the day when Su Qinghe went to school, he would come here to accompany his grandma, so he also had his nest in the living room here.

It spends more time here during the day, but as long as Su Qinghe comes back at night, it will follow her back to the yard to rest at night.

Not long after lunch, Su's mother went back to take a nap. Su Qinghe got up late and was not sleepy at all. Su Qingzhao and the others did not have the habit of taking naps when they grew up.

The brothers and sisters went to watch grandma take a nap, and then they all went back to their own yard.

Su Qinghe had already planned to practice dancing this afternoon and practice piano before going to bed.

Although she has nearly half a month of vacation, unlike other teachers, there are only one extra day off for these Western festivals in China, let alone New Year's Day.

But she couldn't let others come to teach her during the holidays. This was too unreasonable. Su Qinghe could only practice by herself during this holiday.

However, what she has learned from several teachers is pretty much the same now. What she needs now is for her to understand on her own.

Now that I come to teach her every week, I don't teach her in as much detail as before. I just stand there and watch her practice, and point out the bad things.

Just like painting classes, Xie Fangming no longer comes every week as before, sometimes only once every two or three weeks.

But this doesn't mean that he doesn't pay attention to Su Qinghe. There will still be a lot of homework. Every once in a while, he will check whether she has made progress during this period or if there are any problems.

Sometimes when Su Qinghe got into the mood, she would carry a drawing board and ask the driver to take her to the Academy of Fine Arts to take classes.

Those teachers also turned a blind eye. Over time, they became familiar with her and knew that she was Xie Fangming's student, so they also treated her as their student guide.

Su Qinghe took a lesson or two and found that each teacher had a different style and different emphasis. Some teachers paid more attention to the overall composition, while others paid more attention to details.

Although the styles are different, those who can be teachers in the Academy of Fine Arts are more or less capable. Over time, Su Qinghe really learned a lot.

There is also calligraphy. Since she entered high school, the teacher has stopped coming to the class and only asked her not to forget to practice.

After putting on her dance clothes, Su Qinghe warmed up first, meditating on the beat in her mind.

Su Qinghe only stopped when his body was almost completely warmed up, his breath was a little disordered, his cheeks were slightly red, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

After resting for a while, Su Qinghe turned on the radio and put on the tape. Her slender waist twisted gracefully, her arms stretched out softly, and her jade feet lifted the light platform. Her movements were natural and smooth, and her dancing posture was graceful, agile and light.

But Su Qinghe's mood was not as relaxed as her dancing posture. On the contrary, she became more and more nervous as she went to the back. No one noticed that her movements paused a second before her legs jumped up.

She jumped slightly and moved her body to the music. Just when she thought she was going to succeed, her body suddenly fell from the air.

"boom--"

There was a loud noise in the dance room, and Su Qinghe fell to the ground. Just hearing the sound made her feel pain. If the soundproofing of the room hadn't been good, people outside might have thought something had happened.

However, Su Qinghe seemed to be unable to feel the pain. She lay on her back on the floor, breathing hard with her chest rising and falling. She stared straight at the ceiling, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Failed again." Su Qinghe sighed softly.

She had been practicing this movement recently, and she was about to succeed several times. She was about to stand firm, but fell down again the next second.

Su Qinghe even took pleasure in the misery. She might break the floor one day.

But this is definitely not the case. Someone will come to check it regularly every once in a while. If a problem is found, it will have been replaced without waiting for her to ask.

But if it broke so easily, Su Qinghe wondered if she should complain to those manufacturers.

After resting for two minutes, Su Qinghe got up. She stopped turning on the radio and followed the music, and began to repeat the action that she had just failed.

One afternoon, "bang bang bang" sounds of falling kept coming from the dance studio. Su Qinghe felt like she was losing consciousness after falling.

"Have you called me Miss?"

Su Qingheng was in the study when he heard a servant coming to ask him to go to the living room to take measurements and make clothes.

The visitor shook his head. The third young master's yard was farther away, so he came to call the third young master first.

"I'll go call Guaiguai. You go back and tell grandma first. We'll be there soon."

"Yes."

When Su Qingheng arrived at Su Qinghe's yard, Su Qinghe was still practicing in the dance studio, and happened to bump into her failing again and falling down.

Su Qinghe wrinkled her face and rubbed the painful area, as if to encourage herself, "Do it again."

Her eyes were full of determination, and she didn't believe she couldn't do it.

They failed and fell again and again. When she fell for the last time, the tired Su Qinghe lay there motionless in the same position as she fell.

And outside the window that she didn't see, Su Qingheng witnessed her sister falling again and again.

As early as the first time he saw her fall, Su Qingheng almost pushed the door open and went in, but then he saw her getting up again and again, and stopped just as she was about to take off, feeling distressed and relieved.

After gathering herself, Su Qingheng stepped forward to knock on the door and pushed it open, "Be good."

"Brother." Su Qinghe reacted when she heard the sound of opening the door, got up from the ground and smiled at her brother.

She didn't realize how embarrassed she was at this time, she was sweating profusely, her hair had fallen apart, and her dance clothes were all soaked.

Su Qinghe only remembered it when she learned that the person taking measurements was here. She almost forgot.

"I'm going to take a shower and change clothes." She was so sweaty that she didn't want to show off to others, and she was about to run out.

Su Qingheng took her arm and put the clothes hanging behind the door on her, "Go slowly, don't be in a hurry."

Despite what her brother said, Su Qinghe took a shower, washed her hair, dried her hair and changed clothes within half an hour.

In fact, taking a shower is very fast, but washing and drying hair takes a little time. Su Qinghe's hair is dark and thick, which is very troublesome to take care of.

Normally it would take Su Qinghe more than an hour to do her hair, but today it only took less than half an hour to finish, which was already very fast.