Qing Dynasty Chronicle

People with broad minds generally have rough nerves, like Yinti, for example, yesterday’s entanglement of sorrow, spring, sorrow and autumn is like a burnt candle after a whole night’s rest. In the end, only a puff of green smoke is left, and the breeze blows, Suddenly it disappeared.

Yinti, who had slept well and was in a good mood, looked at the thin quilt that he had covered himself, then turned his head and asked the attendant Chen Kai assigned to him by Xiang Yinzhen who had been standing by, "You covered me with this thin quilt? "

"Responding to Lord Fourteen, it was my master who built it for you yesterday." Chen Kai replied with a bow.

"Fourth brother?" This answer made Yinti stunned for a moment, "When did you come? Why don't I know?"

"You were already asleep when the master came last night, and the master didn't let the slave wake you up." Chen Kai said as he stepped forward to help Yinti get dressed, "Slave will help you wash up?"

"Yeah." Yinti couldn't bear to button the button, so he let Chen Kai come with his neck held high.

"The master has ordered, you can tell the slaves what you want for breakfast." Chen Kai kept moving his hands, and he did not forget to convey Yinzhen's instructions.

"Let's serve some porridge and side dishes, and add some fruit." Yinti didn't feel the need to serve it at his brother's house.

"Hey." Chen Kai answered and put Yinti's clothes on, then turned around and ordered people to prepare washing water and breakfast.

Thinking of Yinzhen's visit to see him last night, and realizing that his elder brother still cares about him, Yinti couldn't hide his good mood, and there was a faint smile on his face when he had breakfast.

But the corners of his lips were erased when he got up after breakfast and wanted to visit his fourth brother's garden.

"Master Fourteen, Master has ordered that after Master Fourteen finishes his breakfast, he will practice calligraphy with brother Honghui." Just as he walked to the door, Chen Kai stopped Yinti and bowed his waist respectfully.

"Huh?" Yinti thought he had misheard.

"Master ordered you to practice handwriting with brother Honghui after breakfast. You will have to check after master returns home." Chen Kai repeated.

I knew it was not so easy to live here!Yinti said bitterly in his heart, when he thought that he was so big and had to practice brush calligraphy with a six or seven-year-old child, Yinti felt that Yinzhen's moves were always quick, accurate and ruthless.Although he was not happy in his heart, Yinti finally waved his hand weakly, "I know."

Brought to the study by Chen Kai, Yinti saw a little Douding sitting upright practicing brush calligraphy, but he was obviously a little absent-minded after seeing him coming.

"Fourteenth elder brother is auspicious." The attendant who was waiting at the side saw Yinti approaching, and hurriedly bowed down to salute.

Hong Hui also put down his pen, walked to the side of the table and greeted Yinti, "Uncle Fourteen."

It is estimated that Honghui has not seen Yinti a few times, and the eyes that look at him are completely strange and curious.

"Hey, where's Honghui practicing calligraphy?" Yinti really wanted to display the genealogy of his elders, so he walked over to look at the rice paper on the table pretending to be old-fashioned.

"Well, Uncle Fourteen is also here to practice calligraphy, right?" Honghui asked sternly, playing the role of 'Yinzhen II' in front of Yinti.

"Well, hahahahaha..." Yinti felt a little embarrassed when asked this question by a little Douding, so he smiled awkwardly and agreed.

"Honghui has already prepared the four treasures of the study for Fourteenth Uncle. When will Fourteenth Uncle start practicing?" Yinzhen dared to assure him that Yinzhen must have told Honghui something, otherwise Honghui would not be concerned about this. Uncle Fourteen, who had met a few times, set up the little teacher's score.

"Let's practice next to you, we can be a companion together!" Yinqi had already solved it on the way here, so he didn't feel ashamed to practice calligraphy with the child at the moment, raised his hand Pointing casually.

"Yeah." Hong Hui still had a sullen face, nodded and started to ignore Yinti again.

Seeing this, Yinti touched his nose, occupied the other side of the table, and drove the attendants out of the door, and then began to practice calligraphy.

The study room where Yinti and Honghui practice calligraphy is in a good location. There is a lotus pond outside the window. Yinti can feel the fragrance of lotus leaves when the breeze blows in, and the occasional birdsong makes the environment even more clear. Tranquility and elegance.

In the house, Yinti and Honghui were holding the brush upright and writing stroke by stroke, but Yinti's thoughts turned to Xiaodou Ding Honghui next to him, why did this little guy keep peeping at him? yourself?

This is the time when Yinzhen got impatient with calligraphy practice and urgently needed to do something to slow down, so he seized the opportunity to catch Honghui's sneaky gaze and asked with a smile, "What are you doing?" Why are you always looking at me?" Honghui was so frightened by Yinti's sudden movement that he dropped the brush, thick black ink splashed on the snow-white rice paper, and Honghui turned his head into a rattle, "I, I don't……"

"A child needs a long nose to lie!" Yinzhen pinched Honghui's little nose with a smile, and changed the soiled rice paper for him, and then continued, "I can see you Looked at me several times! Why, Uncle Fourteen has flowers on his face?"

"No, it's not..." A child is still a child after all, Honghui waved his hands again and again after being bullied by Yinti, then touched his own nose, then lowered his little hand, and whispered, "Honghui... …Hong Hui has not seen Fourteenth Uncle very much.”

When Yinti was still Sheng Mingzhen, he liked children. Now when he saw this child with red lips and white teeth, and he was the son of his brother, he was full of love at this time. Tease him in front of him, "It's gone now, do you like Uncle Fourteen?"

Just as Honghui was about to nod, he remembered what Yinti said about the lying child with a long nose, paused, and honestly shook his head, "I haven't seen Uncle Fourteen very much, I'm not familiar with him."

This blunt truth made Yinti, who was full of expectation, choke for a moment, then rubbed his forehead and smiled awkwardly, and hugged Honghui in his arms, "It's okay, we will see you often in the future." Hui looked at the calligraphy written by Honghui, "Let Fourteenth Uncle come and see our Honghui's handwriting, wow, it's really good, it's much better than Fourteenth Uncle's writing!"

Hong Hui felt a little uncomfortable being hugged so affectionately by Shisi, whom he didn't know very well, but when he heard Yinti's praise, his little face turned red with joy, but he was happy for a while, and his face turned red. It turned into his father's paralyzed expression again, "Ama said that Uncle Fourteen can't remember how to write because he was injured, and when Uncle Fourteen recovers, he will write better than Honghui !"

Yinti couldn't stand seeing such an older child tense, so he put down the rice paper in his hand and reached out to rub Honghui's face, "Children, why are you so stern? How cute!"

"Cute?" Hong Hui pouted when Yinti pinched his mouth.

"Yes, it's cute. Do children have to be childish, serious, etc. There will be plenty of time to express themselves in the future!" Yinti said quite naturally.

"But Ama said that Honghui has grown up, and he should study hard and pay attention to his words and deeds." Honghui looked at Yinti with a pair of clear and big eyes, and said.

"I knew it, this facial paralysis that killed childhood..." Yinzhen muttered in a low voice, and seeing that Honghui didn't hear clearly, he came over to ask, and then said, "Growing up is also slow, we have so much in our lives. Long, it can't be the same from beginning to end, understand?"

Hong Hui tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I don't really understand."

"What Uncle Fourteen means is that there are several stages in a person's life: childhood, youth, youth, middle age, and old age. I think that one should do things at any stage. For example, when you are young, you must be innocent A little bit, don’t think about so many things; when you are young, you start to study slowly, and then you should study hard, but don’t be too serious; when you are young, you must start to restrain your temper and have a sense of responsibility..."

Yinti Balabala talked for a while, then lowered his head and asked Honghui who was listening carefully, "Do you understand?"

"Hmm..." Hong Hui dragged his tone, and then asked Yinti, "Uncle Fourteen, so I'm a boy now?"

Yinti calculated in his heart, nodded, "I've just reached the boy's side."

"Uncle Fourteen, can't you be serious?" Perhaps because he thought Yinti was easy to get close to, Hong Hui slowly relaxed and asked with his head held high.

"It's not bad to be serious." Yinti touched Honghui's small forehead and explained, "It's just that seriousness shouldn't be the expression that a child of your age should have. Do you want to become a little old man? ?”

Honghui was twisted non-stop by Yinti, and he spoke intermittently, "But, can, isn't Ama the same? Amake, no, not an old man."

"Are you an adult, Ama? He is serious and others only think he is reliable. You are a child, why are you so serious? You are so depressed." Yinti hugged Honghui to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"Then Uncle Fourteen, why does he grow a long nose when he lies?" Hong Hui thought about this question, and then asked other questions.

"Because... because a child named Pinocchio grows a long nose when he tells lies!" Yinti said.

"Pinocchio? Who is it?" Hong Hui was curious.

"Pinocchio, he is a..." Yinti started the children's story time.

Chen Kai and Liu Zhu, who were guarding the door, listened to the commotion in the room, and looked at each other with a helpless expression - the man looked easy to talk, but after observation, he was actually quite obstinate. If you don't bother him, you may have to be beaten.