Doyoshi Kazume

Although the courtyard here is not as good as the Tingfengtang in the capital.

But it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and bamboos are cultivated into forests.What wakes me up every day is the magpies flying in the yard. As soon as I push the door, I can see the blooming crabapple and the flowers and plants under the corridor.

Whispering with my lover under the moon after tea and dinner, the wind in my ears mischievously disturbed the hair behind my ears.

Simple tea and light food, life is quiet.

It's freedom like never before.

I really want to live like this for the rest of my life.

the capital.Guo Fu.

Mr. Guo was holding a brush in front of the mahogany desk in a daze, and the ink smeared on the snow-white rice paper along the tip of the brush.

The madam, who was walking in with tea, saw it, hurried over and asked, "Hey, is this an ink painting?"

"Ma'am, you're joking," Mr. Guo put away the pen and paper, walked around the desk, took a sip of tea from the teacup, and sighed again.

"What's the matter?" Madam was puzzled.

Recently, the children are very well-behaved, and the principal is also orderly. Maybe there is something bothering me.

He picked up the teapot and poured hot tea into Mr. Guo's cup.

"I'm thinking about Xiao Menger." Mr. Guo frowned and leaned the teacup towards his wife, and spoke slowly.

Madam's heart skipped a beat when she heard these words, the hot air in the teacup curled up, blurring people's eyes.

"It's been such a long time, I don't know if it's going well or not." As soon as Xiao Meng'er was mentioned, the madam's eyes turned red.

Xiao Meng'er was a child whom she had watched grow up. When Brother Yu brought Xiao Meng'er to the mansion, he said that it was a good thing that the child was willing to endure hardships and love folk art, so he wholeheartedly worshiped Mr. Guo.

The child is really a good boy who is down-to-earth, willing to be well-behaved and sensible, but in the final analysis, he is still a small child. After my husband beat and scolded me, I really feel distressed.

After finally watching him get married and marry a wife, but such a thing happened, he often got angry with his worries.

"Go out for a while." Mr. Guo put down his teacup, got up and walked out.

"Where?"

"I want to drink, go to my brother's house for a visit."

Madame nodded, that's fine, Brother Yu must have a way to reassure Mr.

"What's the matter, you are frowning?" Seeing that Mr. Guo was alone without any entourage, Mr. Yu must have something on his mind, so he hurriedly poured fragrant tea, "Taste, Longjing."

Mr. Guo picked up the teacup, blew on it, and took a sip. The fragrance of the tea took away a little bit of bitterness.

"I have something on my mind."

Mr. Yu is always smiling, which Mr. Guo admires very much.

Mr. Guo has been in the arts for decades, he knows the ups and downs of the world, and he has seen through the viciousness of the human heart and the coldness of the world, so he must be jealous of evil.

But Mr. Yu is different.Mr. Yu loves to play, he lives a leisurely life, and his life is open-minded and transparent. Mr. Guo always says, "Brother, your life is worth more than mine."

"Brother, your godson must leave." The teacup fell on the pear-blossom table and made a crisp sound, "Also abducted my good apprentice."

"Children, everyone has their own ideas." Mr. Yu laughed, and kept changing the subject.

Can he not want his own child, but everything has a solution, isn't it.

Mr. Yu whistled to tease the parrot in the cage.

"To attract wealth and treasure, to make money every day." The little elf in the cage said suddenly.

"Hey, good! My brother often tells the truth in front of it." Mr. Guo smiled.

"Hey, don't you want to go to other places to set up a branch office? How about Nanjing?" This little bastard woke up Mr. Yu. We must not drive our Deyun to other places to attract wealth and wealth, day by day It is not important to make money, what is important is to promote our art.

"Nanjing?" Mr. Guo slapped his thigh, "I think it will work!"

Qin Xiaoxian and Sun Jiufang rushed to Nanjing City with Mr. Guo's handwriting.

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Zhou Jiuliang, who finished playing the strings, was about to step off the stage when he was stopped by a servant.

"Sir, there is a young master waiting for you in the background."

"Well, thank you." Zhou Jiuliang was a little puzzled, and his steps became faster.

Opening the curtain and looking in, the nose was sour and the eye circles were blurred.

"Xuaner!"

"Brother." Qin Xiaoxian put down his teacup and stood up, looking at Zhou Jiuliang's eyes, his eyes turned red.

"Why are you here? How do you know I'm here?"

"I'm rushing here, isn't this good news for you? As soon as I entered the city, Jiuxiang and I asked about you and Brother Meng everywhere, and I found out that there was a capital stringer in Liyuan, and he was good at stringing. I thought it must be my brother, so I came here. Sure enough!"

"That's great, that's great, really..." Zhou Jiuliang was incoherent for a while, "Where's Jiufang?"

"Jiufang and I will split into two groups. If he goes to find Brother Meng, I will come to you."

"Let's go home and talk about going home."

"Let's go."

Zhou Jiuliang put the piano in the box and took Qin Xiaoxian home.

"Master really wants to drive Deyun to Nanjing?" Meng Hetang grabbed the handle of the armchair hard, his heart beating wildly.

"Yeah, I also said that you will take care of the master. After work starts in a few days, all the brothers will come over." Qin Xiaoxian played with his fan and smiled.

Meng Hetang was overwhelmed with gratitude after hearing this, and really didn't know how to thank Master.

"When I went to pay my respects to Master, I always saw him in a daze alone at the desk, and he kept saying that you didn't even open the letter." Sun Jiufang smacked his lips.

Meng Hetang's eyes were hot.It's me being an asshole, and I always let the master worry about me.

Master, don't worry.

The apprentice must live up to the teacher's kindness, work hard, and never let you down, godfather, or Quyi.

Meng Hetang said so in his Taoist book to Mr. Guo.

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