Mr. Qi and Mr. Ji

Chapter 7

The nanny has been with the grandma for a long time, so it is inevitable that she will be a little domineering when she speaks.

"Jixiu Niang." The nanny straightened her temples, raised her eyes and said, "Our young master wants to see your child, so go and call him over."

Ji Shuhe was not without surprise, and responded with trepidation, "Hey."

He hurriedly put down the work he was doing and called Ji Xing.

Since getting Ji Shuhe's warning, Ji Xing never went to look for Qi Yang again - even though he didn't often take the initiative to look for him.

Ji Xing pulled up some long weeds in the yard, and now he was squatting in the corner to weave crickets.

Ji Shuhe leaned over with a smiling face, lovingly stroked his hair, and said in a warm voice, "Xiao Xing, the young master is looking for you to play, go, go with mother."

Ji Xing hesitated for a moment, then stood up with his lips pursed, and let her pull him out.

The nanny led Ji Xing to Grandma's yard, Young Master Qi stood at the door looking around, and saw Ji Xing approaching from a distance, Qi Yang cheered and ran over to Ji Xing.

Pouting her mouth, she felt aggrieved: "Yeah, Ji Xing, why don't you come to play with me? I miss you so much!"

Ji Xing opened the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, right..."

"hey-hey."

Grandma likes to watch operas. A few days ago, she asked someone to invite a famous actor back from Kuncheng. When Ji Xing followed Master Qi into the yard, the people on the stage were singing:

It turned out to be colorful all over

Like this, it is all paid to the broken well and the ruins

Good day and beautiful scenery

Who's home for pleasure

Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, Yunxia Cuixuan

Rain and wind, smoke and waves draw boats

Jinping people really see this time is so cheap...

The voices of the people on the stage were soft and euphemistic, and the singing was lingering and melodious. Ji Xing couldn't understand the content, but thought the play was very good, so he couldn't help but stand there and listen to the whole part.

Qi Yang straddled the figure horoscope and walked in front with his hands behind his back, looking like Pianpian...uh... Xiaotuanzi, but Ji Xing disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The young master had no choice but to run back on his short legs.

"Ji Xing! Why don't you leave?"

Ji Xing looked back, "It's okay, let's go."

Xiaotuanzi nodded, "Okay."

There is a separate small kitchen in the big granny's yard. Young master Qi ordered the nanny to go to the small kitchen and take out the half bag of sweet potatoes that had been prepared.

Ji Xing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Master, we don't need so many."

Qi Yang licked his lips and insisted: "You can finish it!"

As he spoke, he dragged the sweet potato sack to his feet with great effort.

Ji Xing had no choice but to let him pull the sack and follow behind.

Naturally, there was no place suitable for roasting sweet potatoes in the yard, and Ji Xing didn't want to go back to the small yard where he lived, so he encountered difficulties for a while.

Young Master Qi scratched his head to come up with an idea, "I know where to dig a hole."

"Where?" Ji Xing was puzzled.

Young Master Qi was proud of himself, "It's a garden! There are flowers there, you can definitely dig the soil!"

All right.Ji Xing shook his head, knowing that he cannot be counted on.

"I can take you to a place with soil."

A female voice suddenly broke in from the corner.

Ji Xing turned around and looked at the source of the voice. The girl who spoke was about ten years old, wearing a purple dress, with curly hair and exquisite facial features. She was really breathtakingly beautiful.

Ji Xing was surprised: "Who are you?"

The girl tilted her head playfully and looked at him, "My name is Yunqiu."

"Is that my grandma?"

I widened my eyes and asked Mr. Ji.

Mr. Ji nodded and fell into memory again.

"Your grandma's name is Yunqiu. Except for these eyes, you two look exactly the same."

According to Mr. Ji's recollection, Yunqiu's father was a missionary from the United States. He fell in love with Yunqiu's mother at first sight and gave birth to Yunqiu. Unfortunately, after the war broke out, he died at gunpoint protecting his wife and daughter. Qiu's mother, Yun Wanwan, had no choice but to take Yun Qiu along to escape.

Fortunately, Yun Wanwan learned Kunqu opera since she was a child, and her skills have reached the pinnacle. She has been well-known in Kuncheng in her early years, and she can earn some money to support the lives of her mother and daughter by singing songs for those high-ranking officials and nobles along the way.

The grandma in the Qi mansion likes Yun Wanwan's plays, so the life of their mother and daughter is not difficult.

It didn't take long for Ji Xing to play with Yun Qiu, and the days with Young Master Qi were less.

Excluding the two young children that the third aunt had just given birth to, there were only three of them in the Qi mansion.

Young Master Qi once liked this very much, and often fought with Yun Qiu to the bitter end.

I suddenly realized that it turned out to be a problem left over from the previous generation. No wonder Mr. Qi often treated me coldly.

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So sleepy, so sleepy, this is the end of not saving the manuscript, I am afraid~~·~~