All Hail Cousin Brother

The master general Yin, who has always been high above, took the initiative to ask him for advice on the craft of tying lanterns. He suddenly felt that the master general Yin was a person with a true temperament in addition to his ability.

Compete with him back then!

Chang Ningbo looked at Yin Huaixi's eyes, and showed some appreciation, as if he had met a confidant, and he couldn't wait to teach him the skill of "tying a lantern to get a wife".

Chang Ning Bo set up lanterns in order to marry the girl he likes. The "love" in his mouth may not be the same as what he thinks. Yin Huaixi quickly said: "You misunderstood, it's not what you think, I make lanterns... "

Chang Ningbo smiled "haha": "You don't need to explain it, I understand, you want to tie a lantern with your own hands and give it to a girl, right?"

The first lantern after he learned how to make lanterns was given to the little girl next door he liked.

No, what did you understand?

Yin Huaixi felt that there was something wrong with what he said. Yin Shizi, who has always been ingenious and thought he could understand people's hearts, was the first time in his life that he couldn't see through Chang Ningbo's rudeness.

Being overwhelmed by Chang Ningbo's attitude, Yin Huaixi stroked her forehead: "How do you know that I put a lantern for the girl?"

Chang Ningbo had an expression of "It's hard to guess, I'm all from here": "Flower lanterns are all girls who like things, aren't they all for girls' homes? A man will make a lantern with his own hands and give it to a man?!"

Yin Huaixi squinted at him: "If I remember correctly, this lantern of mine seems to be pierced by Chang Ningbo himself!"

Chang Ningbo coughed a few times with a fake cough: "I didn't, er, put a lantern on purpose to express my admiration for General Yin. How can this be confused!"

Yin Huaixi was speechless.

Chang Ningbo came over and said, "Master Yin, you can't deny it. They are all people who have come here. Who doesn't know who! You tie the lantern with your own hands, and it must be given to the girl."

He is not a fool, how can he not see it, when Lord Yin mentioned, "It is an ancestral craft, so I have to give up!" When he said this, his always flat and solemn face also revealed a bit of regret and loss.

This expression was exactly the same as the mood he felt when he couldn't give the tied lantern to the girl he liked during the Mid-Autumn Festival after he entered the military camp on a whim.

Yin Huaixi emphasized: "I am fifteen years old this year."

Chang Ningbo waved his hand with a nonchalant expression on his face: "What is fifteen years old, I would make lanterns by myself when I was nine years old, to ask for a daughter-in-law for myself, the first lantern I made was for her. When I was only six years old, I was carrying a lantern and said that the lanterns I made are so beautiful, I said, then you will marry me when you grow up, and I will make lanterns for you every Mid-Autumn Festival in the future."

When he mentioned the past, Chang Ningbo had endless things to say.

Yin Huaixi's mouth twitched and twitched, and she couldn't help but ask, "Did you do it?"

Chang Ningbo nodded: "Of course, I am a big man. If I promise, I will definitely do it. Even if there is a war during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I am not by her side, I will put a lantern with my own hands. After the war is settled, I gave it to her with my own hands, and later," Chang Ningbo's voice paused slightly and suddenly became hoarse: "She left, and every Mid-Autumn Festival, I tie a lantern and burn it for her!"

Yin Huaixi was stunned for a moment, and then she thought of Chang Ningbo's first-wife, who had been dead for ten years, and was widowed before fifty.

But Chang Ningbo has not continued the string.

Chang Ningbo patted Yin Huaixi on the shoulder: "Boy, age is not a problem, body is not a distance, the girl you like has to be in your hands, what's worthy or not, it's all bullshit, you have to believe, in this world , only you can be good to her, and you will never leave her, no one else is you, how do you know that others will treat her better than you?"

As he spoke, he also pointedly looked at Yin Huaixi's legs.

I've figured it out...

I like her, but I have stumps, I'm sick, I'm dying, I'm not worthy of her, she deserves better dramas like that.

As a person from the past, and an elder, how could he allow this young man with a rare true temperament to be so self-sacrificing? !

Be sure to encourage him well and chase after what he loves!

Although Yin Huaixi couldn't guess, what Chang Ningbo was thinking.

but!

He is not a fool, Chang Ningbo said it so bluntly, even if he read every word, he could guess the meaning, but he was speechless!

never mind!

He didn't care about the "widowed" widower, Yin Huaixi stroked his forehead: "Aren't you going to teach me how to make lanterns?"

Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!

Although this "love" is not the other's "love", he does "love" Yu Youyao, and the meaning is not bad, and there is no need to explain the matter between him and Yu Youyao to outsiders.

In Yu's house, Yu Youyao got the red inkstone given by her cousin, and broke out with unprecedented enthusiasm for practicing calligraphy.

After having breakfast, he plunged into the study, used a red inkstone to ink, and copied a "Sutra of Longevity and Yan'an" in one breath.

After copying, Yu Youyao felt that her wrist was sore and swollen, as if it was not her own.

However, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all, looking at the Buddhist scriptures that were copied and inked on a red inkstone, she just felt extremely happy in her heart.

Inkstone is easy to get.

Hard to find.

The most rare thing is that behind this rare and precious inkstone, the same rare and precious heart is expressed.

She feels it!

Yu Youyao put the copied Buddhist scriptures into a box, and called Chunxiao: "Open the marigolds in the yard, take a pot and take it to grandma's house."

Chunxiao hurriedly went to the yard, picked out a pot of marigolds that bloomed best, and went to Anshou Hall with Yu Youyao.

Yu Youyao instructed the maid and placed the marigolds on the conspicuous windowsill.

The marigolds are orange in color, brightly blooming, and when they are placed in the house, the interior of the house is a lot brighter. When I glanced at them inadvertently, my heart became brighter.

Mrs. Yu smiled: "Come and sit down."

Yu Youyao sat next to her grandmother, held the box in her hand, and gave it to her grandmother: "I copied a "Sutra of Longevity and Yan'an" for my grandmother."

Madam Yu quickly opened the box and took out a stack of scriptures to see.

A row of small characters in regular script, but it is upright and stable, the lines are neat, and it is not as rigid as regular script.

The lines between the lines are like flowing water, and the wind spirit is sprinkled. Although the words are not connected, the atmosphere is the same.

Mrs. Yu was delighted to see it: "What a good calligraphy, I still remember that when your cousin didn't enter the house, your handwriting was like a dog crawling, I always advise you to practice your calligraphy well. , you just don't listen, your cousin has taught you for only a few months, and you have developed a rhythm."

Zhou Linghuai is such a talented person!