The rivers and lakes can't stand it

"Father, did I scare you when I fell into the water just now?"

When Qiu Zhuoxue came out, there was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

No matter how much anyone grows up to, he is still an immature child in front of his parents.

Qiu Wuxia pinched his face, a little disappointed that Aiko's skinny cheeks were not as plump and plump as when she was a child, she narrowed her eyes slightly: "You believe everything your mother says, have you weighed yourself?"

Qiu Zhuoxue blinked: "Isn't dad weighing it up?"

"Hmph." Qiu Wuxia was moved by his cuteness, and wrote lightly, "How can Miss Jiu speak so exaggeratedly, why are you so dizzy, I just thought you were wronged outside, and was surprised for a while."

Although Qiu Zhuoxue is reassuring, she is not a good boy.

If he had been born into an ordinary family, he could have had an easier life, but he was reincarnated into Ning Jiusi's womb and became Qiu Wuxia's son.

From the first day Qiu Zhuoxue was born, looking at the baby's wrinkled face, Qiu Wuxia understood one thing.

Unlike them who decided to live in seclusion, this child is still very young, he still has a long way to go, and there are still many scenery that he has not seen.

One day he will leave the two of them to see the world.

No one knows better than Qiu Wuxia that good and evil are inseparable in this world, just like light and shadow, coexisting side by side.

If you want a person not to be fooled, you must first let him remember the lesson. Oral teaching is useless. You have to fall hard enough and badly enough for him to engrave it in his bones before he can fully understand.

When Qiu Wuxia taught Qiu Zhuoxue a lesson, at least he still had a chance to survive. If someone else taught him the lesson, it would be a matter of luck.

A person has used luck a lot in his life, and it should be used in more urgent times.

Of course Ning Jiusi understood this truth very well, so she never questioned her husband's behavior.

Qiu Zhuoxue was often fooled when he was a child, but he learned so fast that his mind grew faster than a person's. Qiu Wuxia gradually couldn't lie to him, and even fell for him occasionally.

If not, how could Qiu Wuxia let the child go out.

Such a clever and eccentric child wandered outside for a few years, but when he came back, he couldn't even handle the usual squabbles between father and son, which was enough to show that he was restless or wanted to please and behave.

Big trouble is not afraid.

Qiu Wuxia just couldn't help wondering if he had been wronged outside. On this point, Qiu Zhuoxue and Ning Jiusi were just as annoying. No matter what crime he suffered, he could laugh it off and not easily say it.

Always value others more than yourself.

Ning Jiusi has been married to him for decades, so of course he can see through his mind at a glance.

After hearing this, Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly lowered her head. He knew that this was already a very exposed concern and worry for his father. Thinking of the request he was about to say next, it became even more difficult to express.

He couldn't speak, but Qiu Wuxia wanted to do something.

"Okay, come over and light the fire." Qiu Wuxia frowned and said, "What are you doing to put on such a worthless face, the more you live, the more you will go back."

People have to eat, and the big devil who stomped his feet and made the world tremble was no exception.

Now there are no servants in the family, so they have to do the laundry, cooking, chopping firewood and carrying water by themselves. The hands that were able to overturn clouds and rain in the past are now used to wash rice and cook vegetables. Qiu Wuxia feels that she is doing pretty well.

The firewood is still the same as before, neatly placed in the corner.

A fire had already been lit in the stove, Qiu Zhuoxue picked up firewood and added more firewood to it, and suddenly remembered that she practiced martial arts on these trivial matters when she was a child.

He still remembers that he loved making bamboo strips with his father very much. The thick bamboo joints were separated under the knife to form large bundles of thin and thin bamboo strips, which can be woven into completely different shapes under his fingers.

This is also a different kind of game.

At first, Qiu Zhuoxue was always cutting badly, but after he gradually realized the importance of strength, he became more comfortable. When he was almost done chopping firewood and bamboo, he was finally able to enter the kitchen and start chopping vegetables.

Ordinary fruits and vegetables are fine, but the real headaches are meat and tofu, which are so soft and tender that they are hard to cut.

Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly laughed.

Qiu Wuxia turned her head when she heard the sound, and wondered, "Why are you smirking? How did you become so stupid when you went out?"

"It's nothing." Qiu Zhuoxue said, "I just thought that after leaving home for the first time, I realized that the meat in the world doesn't have to be cut so evenly, tofu doesn't have to be made into flowers to make soup, and the firewood only needs to be split. Just come, and even cleaning the house doesn’t have to take care of every corner.”

"Everything in this world is the same as long as it is done to the extreme." Qiu Wuxia said indifferently, "If you are restricted in practicing martial arts, you will find it boring, and asking you to help with the work, half learning and half playing, will be more attentive, even if No matter how badly you do it, you can always learn some other crafts by the way.”

In fact, it is extremely difficult for others to master the same skill. Qiu Wuxia's teaching method that integrates martial arts into daily life is simply unheard of and unseen in the world.

When chopping firewood, you need to combine your eyes and hands, when you slice bamboo strips, you need to be even and smooth;

Once these foundations have been laid, learning martial arts will naturally be more effective with less effort.

The fire was crackling in the stove, and sparks were dancing on the firewood, boiling out the last bit of oil from the stumps of the trees. Looking at the burning fire, Qiu Zhuoxue felt as if she had become the same old man sitting on a small stool all of a sudden. Puzzled little doll.

At that time, he could say many ignorant words and ask many ignorant questions.

But Qiu Zhuoxue is not a real child after all.

The childishness he displayed was already a bit of squeamishness allowed by reason, not the carefree presumptuousness he had when he was a child.

"Since it's difficult to say, don't say it." Qiu Wuxia said suddenly, and his voice shook his thoughts back into the atmosphere of fireworks, "If you have nothing to solve, don't take it."

He stood condescendingly, although he held a water ladle in his hand, it did not hinder his sharp eyes at all.

Qiu Zhuoxue had no choice but to add more firewood, some words twisted and twisted from his heart and lungs, and tactfully confided: "When that mother asked you to choose, did you think the same way?"

Speaking of the past, Qiu Wuxia couldn't help raising her eyebrows, observing the words and expressions, and finally suddenly realized: "I don't know what plague you have today, so that's what happened."

"No one said that his son had a plague." Ning Jiusi came in suddenly, holding a pot of tea in his hand, and saw the two faces that were shining brightly, they were exactly the same, and said calmly, "Is the rice ready? "

"It's a young master who is lighting the fire today." Qiu Wuxia and his wife looked at each other, with a smile that was not a smile, "It burns slowly."

Ning Jiusi said: "Then let the young master cook and wash the dishes today."

Qiu Zhuoxue sighed: "Did the young master do such a thing?"

Ning Jiusi just smiled and said nothing, only came in to refill tea, and then went out slowly.

The four of them had dinner in the evening, and the dishes were indeed fried by Qiu Zhuoxue, and they were a bit bland. Qiu Wuxia picked a few bites, but they ate very respectfully, and they put a lot of effort into each plate.

Ning Jiusi served soup for their two children, but Qiu Wuxia added it to her own bowl. She lowered her face and smiled slightly. The soup might be a bit too hot, so she was told to drink it, and a little sweat appeared on her face. Fanyi comes.

Qiu Zhuoxue secretly looked at Yue Mijin with her eyes, Yue Mijin just said it was delicious, and then finished the soup.

Seeing that Yue Mijin liked it, he added another bowl. Qiu Wuxia, who had been robbed of the spoon, just looked at his son inscrutablely, squinting his eyes, and Ning Jiusi couldn't help but put some food for him.

After eating, Yue Mijin and Qiu Zhuoxue cleaned up the dishes together, and Qiu Zhuoxue taught him to roll up his sleeves inch by inch, revealing his two arms, and the hem of his clothes was tucked into his belt.

The greasy plate was sticking to his fingers, as if it was about to slip out at any moment, and he was almost unable to hold it firmly.

Qiu Zhuoxue was watching his joke, and seeing Yue Mijin raised his head, he poured in the rice washing water left before, and watched the oil stars floating on the water.

"You are the young master." Qiu Zhuoxue sat down to wash the dishes with him, and said slowly, "I should ask you to cook."

Yue Mijin didn't understand the cause and effect of this sentence, so he couldn't help but look at him suspiciously, but Qiu Zhuoxue didn't explain, but happily washed the dishes.

"I'm not very good at these." Yu Yue thought about it, "But I can learn."

He lived alone, and he always ate casually and dealt with it. Otherwise, he would settle it in restaurants and inns. Roasting some meat was not a problem, but cooking was too difficult.

Qiu Zhuoxue was cleaning the bowl, upon hearing this, she could only nod her head, holding back a smile and said: "Well, I believe you will learn quickly."

As he spoke, he caught a plate that slipped out of Yue Mizu's hand.

Of course the plate was not dropped, but it was pinched into two pieces by Yue Maze. Qiu Zhuoxue saw a crack bursting out from under her fingertips, like a river bed cracked by the sun, spreading and splitting the whole plate in two .

Presumably he didn't pay attention, and exerted some strength in a hurry.

Going beyond the maze: "..."

Qiu Zhuoxue sighed softly, pretending to shake her head deeply: "If you force everything, this will be the end."

Going beyond the maze: "..."

Qiu Zhuoxue looked at his bewildered expression, and smiled, "Okay, I'm kidding you, let go, it's just a plate, did you get hurt anywhere?"

"That's not the case." Yue Maze said succinctly.

He is a sharper and more dangerous existence than these fragments, and of course he will not be injured. He watched the broken porcelain fragments loosen from his hands, as if he couldn't wait to escape from another incompatible existence.

"Boom", the tiles splashed with water, and Yu Mizu looked at his own face reflected in the muddy rice washing water, as strange as another person.

He asked unnaturally in a low voice: "Did I do well today?"

Qiu Zhuoxue opened her eyes wide in surprise: "What?"

Yue Mijin pursed his lips tightly and did not speak any more.

After a long time, he heard Qiu Zhuoxue sigh, leaned over, and gently pillowed on his shoulder, the small stool was half tilted, like an independent golden rooster.

The hand that was soaked in water, slightly slippery, sank into his palm lightly, and intertwined his fingers.

"Very good." Qiu Zhuoxue said, "It's good to be yourself."

Yue Maze still didn't say anything, but looked a little relieved.

"Then do you want to come again next time?" Qiu Zhuoxue asked him cautiously, her dark eyes were bright, like the moon reflected in the bottom of the water.

Yue Mijin let out a "huh".