All Hail Cousin Brother

Lord General Yin, who had always been aloof, took the initiative to ask him for advice on how to make lanterns, and he suddenly felt that this Lord General Yin was not only capable, but also a man of true temperament.

Compete with him back then!

Chang Ningbo looked at Yin Huaixi's eyes with a little more appreciation, as if he had met a confidant, and he couldn't wait to pass on his skill of "tiing a lantern to win a wife" to him.

Chang Ningbo made lanterns to marry the girl he likes. The "favorite" in his mouth may be different from what he thinks. Yin Huaixi hurriedly said: "You misunderstood, it's not what you think, I made lanterns... "

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

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

No, what did you understand?

Yin Huaixi felt that what he said was a bit wrong. The son of Yin, who had always been unparalleled in wisdom and thought he could read people's hearts, for the first time in his life, couldn't see through Uncle Chang Ning, a big bastard.

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

Chang Ningbo had an expression of "it's hard to guess, I've always been here": "Lanterns are ladylike things, only ladies like them, aren't they all used to send girls to their homes? Men will make a lantern with their own hands and give it to men?!"

Yin Huaixi squinted at him: "If I remember correctly, my lantern seems to be made by Chang Ningbo himself!"

Chang Ningbo fake coughed a few times: "Didn't I, uh, didn't I tie up a lantern specially to express my admiration for Lord General Yin? How can this be confused!"

Yin Huaixi was speechless.

Chang Ningbo leaned over: "Commander Yin, don't deny it, they are all from here, who doesn't know who! You tied the lantern with your own hands, it must be for the girl."

He is not a fool, how could he fail to see that when Master Yin mentioned "since it is an ancestral handicraft, he had no choice but to give up!", regret and a sense of loss appeared on his usually indifferent and solemn face.

This expression is exactly the same as when he entered the military camp impulsively and couldn't give the tied lanterns to the girl he liked during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

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

Chang Ningbo waved his hands, with an indifferent expression on his face: "Fifteen years old is nothing, I can make lanterns by myself at the age of nine, and ask for a wife for myself. The first lantern I made was for her. She was She was only six years old, carrying a lantern, and said that the lantern I made was so beautiful, so I said, marry me when you grow up, and I will make lanterns for you every Mid-Autumn Festival from now on.”

Bringing up the past, Chang Ningbo has endless things to say.

The corner of Yin Huaixi's mouth twitched again and again, and couldn't help but ask, "Did you do it?"

Chang Ningbo nodded: "Of course, I am a gentleman. 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 tie a lantern with my own hands. After the war is settled, I gave it to her personally, and later," Chang Ningbo's voice paused, and suddenly became hoarse: "She is gone, and every Mid-Autumn Festival, I tie up a lantern and burn it for her!"

Yin Huaixi was taken aback for a moment, and only then did he realize that Chang Ningbo's first wife had been dead for ten years, and she was widowed before she was fifty, so she would have to remarry if someone else did.

But Chang Ningbo never continued.

Chang Ningbo patted Yin Huaixi on the shoulder: "Boy, age is not a problem, body is not a distance, the girl you like,

You have to get it in your own hands, what is worthy or not, it is all bullshit, you have to believe that in this world, only you can treat her well, never leave her forever, no one else is you, how do you know, others will Treat her better than you treat her? "

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

Already figured it out--

I like her, but I have a broken leg, I'm sick, I'm dying, I don't deserve her, she deserves better and all that stuff.

As a person who has experienced it and is an elder, how can he allow this young man who is rare to have a true temperament to give up on himself so much? !

We must encourage him well and chase after his love bravely!

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

but!

He's not a fool, Chang Ningbo said it so straightforwardly, even if he read it word by word, he could guess the meaning, but he was speechless!

never mind!

He doesn't care about like a "widowed" widower, Yin Huaixi stroked his forehead: "Aren't you going to teach me how to tie a lantern?"

If you misunderstand, just misunderstand!

Although this "love" is not the other's "love", but he really "loves" 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 mansion, Yu Youyao received a red silk inkstone from her cousin, and she became enthusiastic about practicing calligraphy like never before.

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

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

However, she didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Looking at the Buddhist scriptures copied with red silk inkstone one by one, she felt extremely happy in her heart.

Inkstones are easy to get.

Heart is hard to find.

The most rare thing is the equally rare and precious heart expressed behind this rare and precious inkstone.

She feels it!

Yu Youyao put the copied Buddhist scriptures into a box, and called Chun Xiao: "The marigolds in the yard are blooming, take a pot to grandma's house."

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

Yu Youyao instructed the maid to place the marigold on the conspicuous window sill.

Marigolds are orange-red in color and bloom brightly. When you place them in the room, the room is much brighter. If you glance at them casually, your heart will become brighter.

Madam Yu smiled: "Come and sit down."

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

Old Madam Yu quickly opened the box, and took out a stack of scriptures to have a look.

There are rows of small characters in regular script, but they are upright and stable, and the lines are neat, and they are not rigid like regular script.

The lines between the words are like flowing water, and the wind is scattered. Although the words are not connected, they have the same atmosphere.

Mrs. Yu rejoiced when she saw it: "What a beautiful handwriting, I still remember that when your cousin didn't enter the mansion, you wrote like a dog crawling with one hand. I always advise you to practice your handwriting well. , you just don’t listen, your cousin has only taught you for a few months, and you have developed a strong character.”

Zhou Linghuai is really capable!

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It's the end of the month, and the monthly pass is about to expire, hurry up and vote~

Now--

Yin Huaixi: Forget it, don’t care about like widowers who are “widowed”!

Someday in the future—

Yin Huaixi: Well, it smells so good! The girl you like, you have to get it in your own hands!

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