Those years when I made five scumbags cry

When Jiang Lan came back from the teahouse with a disheveled face, the mansion had already started to run at full speed, packed up her things, and was ready to go for an outing.

Jiang Lan is Mrs. Hua's youngest brother, and she will come to Yuncheng for a short stay every once in a while.

Yuncheng has a pleasant climate and is a place where aristocratic families gather. It can be said that there are outstanding people. Mrs. Jiang is very happy to send this grandson here to receive education.

What's even more rare is that Hua Xiu, the father of brothers and sisters Hua Heng and Hua Xiao, got along very well with this brother-in-law. Ten or eight scriptures were spread out to share with everyone.

Jiang Lan took her three-year-old boss out today, just thinking of a new storybook to promote, but was left in the teahouse by her nephew.

He watched the mansion packing up things nervously, and felt it was very strange, so he stopped a servant casually and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Master Uncle!" Seeing him, the young man explained with a tea stove in his arms, "Master told Madam that the weather is just right, and he plans to go out for an outing."

Jiang Lan looked at the scorching sun in the early morning, covered her eyes with her hand, and said suspiciously, "Go now?"

"There will be more clouds in a while."

Hearing the familiar voice of the little milk, Jiang Lan turned around, and saw the little guy in another costume shaking a fan, and standing behind him holding his sister who was almost exactly the same as him.

"Uncle!" Hua Xiao was about to go out, and she was happy to see everyone, "Uncle, you are back, we are going to go out, you go and change clothes."

As soon as Washington is dispatched, the whole family will go out, Jiang Lan doesn't want to stay here alone.

"I'm going to change clothes now." He said he was about to reach out to pinch Chu Yunfei's face, but his fan opened it, "If you don't wait for me this time, you will be finished."

"Wait for you." The three-year-old boss waved his hand and said, "Go."

Jiang Lan ran quickly, and almost bumped into the maid who was carrying the food box on the way. When she passed through the corridor, she felt that the surrounding light seemed to be dimmed. When she looked up, she saw that there was a large cloud covering the area, blocking the venomous sunlight.

The surrounding temperature suddenly became refreshing and pleasant, and there was a cool wind blowing, which was really suitable for traveling.

He curled his lips, Hua Heng is really smart, but he doesn't respect his elders too much.

Not long after, the whole family was ready, and seven or eight carriages traveled mightily.

When they were leaving the city, they joined several other companies and immediately turned into a convoy of more than twenty carriages.

When they got to the outing place outside the city, the female relatives divided into groups and went to the pavilion on the left, while the pavilion on the right belonged to the gentlemen.

Chu Yunfei wanted to stay with his younger sister, after all, he didn't have the chance to witness her growth last time, but his father's servant came over and asked him to recite poems to retaliate.

Hua Xiao said: "Brother, go, I will play with my sisters."

She heard her brother sigh, stretch out his hand to pinch her face, and said, "It's heartless."

Then he got up and followed the boy.

Huaxiu set up a poetry feast in the pavilion, and when he saw his son's small figure appearing outside the pavilion, he greeted happily: "Heng'er, come here."

Chu Yunfei walked into the pavilion, bowed to the elders of the clan and his father's friends, and then heard Hua Xiu say: "Your brothers just wrote some poems, you need to learn from them."

There were five or six sheets of paper with writing on the table. Chu Yunfei glanced at it. The writing was so-so, and the poems were even messed up.

All in all, shit doesn't make sense.

Although he himself can't write poetry, it doesn't prevent him from looking down on them.

Hua Xiu looked at him with a smile, and said, "Heng'er, one?"

Everyone watched the little golden boy raise his eyes to look at his father, and heard him say, "Just one."

Tsk tsk tsk, it is really difficult to ask him to write poems, but everyone is looking forward to what good poems he will write this time.

One by one, Hua Xiu said, "Come on."

The little boss stood in the pavilion and asked, "What's the topic?"

Beside, the elders of his clan stroked their beards and smiled: "How about using this spring grass as the topic?"

The grass on the plain is far away, and the female relatives are in the pavilion on the other side. The sound of mahjong and the laughter of several wives can be heard from the pavilion.

Everyone looked at him expectantly, and heard the little fellow groan: "Li Li Yuan Shang Cao."

The eyes of the elder who made the question brightened, and he said, "Okay."

Boss: "One year old and one dry."

Huaxiu was so proud that he was about to fly.

Boss: "Wildfire never ends."

Outside the pavilion, a gust of wind blows, and the green grass is swaying, full of vitality.

Three-year-old Hua Heng was in the pavilion. For some reason, everyone saw a stalwart phantom on his small shoulders, and heard him chanting: "The spring breeze blows and gives birth again."

The artistic conception of the whole poem is suddenly reversed, which is extremely exquisite.

"Good!" Hua Xiu was the first to applaud, followed by Jiang Lan!

The elders applauded one after another, the younger brothers showed shame, and everyone was convinced.

After the boss recited the ancient poems and pretended to be aggressive, he looked at his father: "Then I'm leaving?"

After showing off his son, Huaxiu was satisfied, looking at him was like looking at the most proud work in his life, and said, "Go, go."

The boss walked away calmly, and the boy handed over the kite and walked with him to the pavilion on the other side.

Mrs. Hua really wanted to invite people whenever she went out, and the other wives also had a lot of free time every day, so they came as soon as they were invited.

They set up a card table, and the little girls don't come out often for outings, so they are not prepared, and they are all staring.

Fathers are showing off to each other, mothers are playing mahjong, and no one tells them what to do.

Just then, the savior came.

They saw the young master from Washington DC standing in front of the pavilion, waving the kite in his hand to them, and said, "Come to play?"

"Brother!" Hua Xiao's eyes lit up first, and then he said, "There is only one..."

The boss snapped his fingers, and the four servants and maidservants lined up behind him, each holding a kite, shaking it triumphantly.

This ostentation is too much!

Jiang Lan has a young heart, looking at this side, she really wants to come here, but being dragged away by her brother-in-law, she can't help but feel very depressed.

I saw the little girls holding a kite in their hands, spreading the paint in front of them, drawing on their own kites, and looking at what the people next to them drew from time to time, with happy expressions on their faces.

Hua Xiao looked up and saw that the ladies on the left and right were all very good at drawing, but when he looked at his own, he felt a little inferior.

After all, she was only three years old, and the stick figures she drew on her own kite were nothing compared to the cats, dogs, flowers and plants drawn by little girls.

Chu Yunfei stood aside and watched her stop writing, knowing what she was thinking, so he said, "It's okay."

He squatted down and looked at Hua Xiao's kite, and asked, "What did you draw?"

Hua Xiao pointed to the two stick figures and the two goose yellow dots on the screen, and said, "It's just two kids chasing butterflies."

The artistic conception is good, but the artistry is shabby.

She saw her brother smiled, then picked up the pen, touched up a few times on her painting, and spread a piece of light yellow on the blank space.

The servant girl and the servants looked around and saw that the young master added two lines of poems to the young lady's kite with a pen——

The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly and flew into the cauliflower to find nowhere.

The style of writing is different from his usual handwriting, imitating Hua's soft baby style.

Borrowing the light of teacher Yang Wanli, and then matching the words with the paintings, the kite suddenly became lively and agile, which can be called the best in the audience.

Chu Yunfei gave the kite to his younger sister and said, "Okay."

Hua Xiao cheered, and even forgot to say thank you brother, and joined the girls' team with her kite that turned decay into magic.

Only then did Chu Yunfei take out his kite, and saw the words "overwhelmed with guilt" written on it, which seemed unique among the girls' elegant or bright paintings.

The wives were playing cards, the masters were leading their sons to recite poems, and the little girls were flying kites on the grassland, laughing happily.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the seven or eight kites were flying higher and higher, and then a little girl let out an ah, and the string in her hand broke, watching her kite fall to the ground.

Hua Xiao turned around and saw that she was closest to the direction where the kite fell, so he said to the little girl, "I'll help you pick it up!"

In the servant girl's instructions "Miss, run slowly", she quickly ran towards the direction where the kite was about to fall, but before she could get there, a tall figure in torn armor took a step ahead of her , I reached out and caught the falling kite.

The visitor's deep eyes looked at the pictures and words on the kite for a moment, and the long silver hair was blown by the wind.

The sun broke through the clouds at this moment, and his figure bathed in light was like a handsome god from ancient times.

Hua Xiao was still young, so she didn't really understand the lethality of this kind of pure masculine handsomeness, but she hiccupped in fright when she saw such a sudden appearance of a stranger.

The silver-haired man raised his eyes to look at her as if feeling something, and before he could see the little girl's appearance clearly, a small figure ran over and hugged her——

his legs.

Chu Yunfei was very emotional, the body of a three-year-old was too short after all.

However, the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land is not affected by physical conditions at all!

hold him!

The author has something to say:

One is Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland", and the other is "Suxin City Xugong Store" by Yang Wanli. Good night! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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