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There was a lot of laughter and joy, and He Mansion was very lively today. On the stage in the east of the garden, festive little plays that fit the occasion were being sung. On the pavilions on the opposite side, the gauze was hanging low, and the shadows of fragrant clothes and hair on the temples were hazy. Occasionally, I heard a few clear and melodious chirpings of warblers and swallows. When I looked up, I couldn't see the specific situation clearly, but it was vaguely more beautiful.
Mr. He is particularly happy today. Although it is not his whole life, it is the happiest day after losing his daughter. Behind the central chairman stands a large screen depicting wealth, honor and longevity, which means having many children and grandchildren, blessings and longevity, which means good luck. There are birthday gifts from several juniors hanging on the side. Among them, the picture of hundreds of flowers celebrating longevity by granddaughter Xie Qiao is considered the most outstanding today. Anyone who sees it will ask about it. They smell that it was written by a daughter in her early ten years, which is often regarded as a rare thing.
Mrs. He was quite surprised when he first saw it. Although his husband also said that Qiao Girl was quite talented in painting, he didn't think much of it at first. But now that he saw this painting of flowers celebrating longevity, he couldn't help but nod secretly. The entire painting consists of nearly a hundred flowers including peach blossoms, peonies, magnolias, lilies, roses, lotus, sweet-scented osmanthus, chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, etc. to form a regular script character "Shou", which is majestic and powerful. The colors are gorgeous and the meaning is good. Among the piles of gold, silver, jade, coral and antiques, it is not inferior at all.
What's especially important is that this sentiment is so vividly depicted, which shows that a lot of effort has been put into it. Even if you look at the details, it's a bit rough. It's already quite difficult for a ten-year-old child. Just talk about this filial piety. Chia.
Thinking of this, Mr. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his gray beard trembled. Zhang Jingsheng looked at it and whispered to Zi Qian:
"Why do you think Sister Qiao is so thoughtful? How could she come up with such a birthday gift? She compares all our gifts to the Kingdom of Java, and it doesn't cost a penny at all, but she earns as much as my grandfather." Full of joy"
Zi Qian rolled his eyes at him and said:
"Although our birthday gifts are rare, they are not as sincere as Sister Qiao's. Therefore, it is right for my grandfather to prefer her."
Zhang Jingsheng laughed and said:
"I'm just saying it. I really don't want to be jealous of Sister Qiao. I just feel that this girl always hides her secrets and surprises us all with her one move."
He Ziqian raised his head slightly, looked upstairs with a smile, and murmured in a low voice:
"Yes! Smart wisdom comes from nature, and exquisiteness comes from the heart. It is really rare."
The stage is built next to the flowerbed in the garden. Now is the flowering season. The flowers in the flowerbed are blooming, attracting colorful butterflies to fly and dance everywhere. It is really beautiful. The sun's rays moved slowly and slanted on the paintings hanging in the corridor. After a short time, several butterflies flew over one after another and landed on Xie Qiao's painting of flowers celebrating longevity, lingering for a long time.
When the little girls below saw it, they couldn¡¯t help but exclaimed in unison. Mr. He and other officials who came to pay homage to his birthday were attracted to go over and have a look. I saw several colorful butterflies landing on the Hundred Flowers Picture, fluttering their colorful wings, and they seemed to be integrated into the painting, yet both moving and still. It was really strange, and they all praised it.
Their noise disturbed the women above. My aunt is talking to the two ladies in Xie's house. Xie Qiao sat on one side, fanning himself, looking at the little play on the stage in front of him. What was sung was a repertoire suitable for the occasion, and the bed was full of wats. It tells the story of Guo Ziyi¡¯s seventh son and eighth son-in-law paying their respects to him on his birthday.
When I was looking bored and a little sleepy, I suddenly heard a commotion below. The aunt hurriedly said:
"Qingluo, go down and see what's going on. Weren't you fine just now?"
After a while, Qingluo came back, glanced at Xie Qiao beside him with a smile and replied:
"It's not something else, it's our Qiao girl's birthday gift to the old man. Now, for some reason, a few butterflies from the garden have been attracted to come over and lie on the girl's painting for a long time. All the guests below are gathering together. Look at this rare thing. They say that the girl must be a fairy from the sky who descended to earth and drew a picture of flowers, but it attracted butterflies. It was really auspicious and a good sign. The old man couldn't close his mouth when he laughed. "
Xie Qiao couldn¡¯t help but be stunned. Over there, the second wife of the Xie Mansion laughed and said:
"It's true that there is such a thing. After a while, they all left, let's go and take a look."
The eldest lady smiled and said:
"The third girl in our family is getting better and better. She can even attract butterflies when drawing pictures."
Xie Qiao didn¡¯t know what was going on, so he could only giggle a few times. He caught a glimpse of Qiaolan behind him and smiled with her mouth covered, but she guessed it was this girl who was responsible, so she asked in a low voice:
¡°Hurry up and tell me honestly what¡¯s going on, otherwise?The top is scattered. Here, the He Mansion became even more busy. Everyone was busy packing up things, counting them and putting them in storage, and registering and reporting the damaged items. Large items such as screens and cases, and even more small items, such as cups, plates, bowls, boxes and baskets, must be recorded and stored in the warehouse one by one.
The mother-in-law and the servants were going in and out. It was even more busy than the birthday party during the day. Mr. He sat upright and listened to them come up one by one to report their numbers, checked the gear, and handed over the key to exchange cards. During the break, Xie Qiao personally held the hot tea and handed it to his aunt. He took two sips and nodded:
"I have big things here, so it doesn't take much effort. You go over to the west and see how your two cousins ??are doing. If you are too busy, you can help and share the burden between them. share"
Xie Qiao agreed, squatted down, and took Qiaolan along the corridor to the west courtyard.
As soon as I entered the yard, I heard a woman inside shouting loudly, and I couldn't help but frown. Entering the main room, I saw Yumei Magnolia sitting there stiffly, with an unsightly look on her face.
Xie Qiao looked around briefly and saw that the person shouting on the ground was not someone else. It was the naughty woman who contradicted her aunt yesterday. Xie Qiao remembered that her name was Wu Anfu.
Xie Qiao sat firmly on the chair aside without saying a word, just watching with his eyes. The mother-in-law was originally a little afraid of disturbing the lady over there, so her voice was a little quieter, but when she saw Xie Qiao coming, her voice became louder again. Although she is small, her voice is not low. I can't blame everyone for saying that my wife has a loud voice, which actually makes sense. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com