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Cinnamon (5)
She re-examined the ten-year-old Alley, her face was calm, and a beautiful face of melon seeds revealed a haughty look. Cheng Qing thought that he played the piano so superbly when he was only ten years old. She recalled that when she was a child, her parents had forced her to learn to play the piano, but she couldn't help it. Now that this has changed, it's better to ask to learn Guqin, Guzheng, flute and flute, etc. The skills will work now! Thinking of the inexplicable crossing now, Cheng Qing felt uncomfortable again. Unknowingly, both hands grasped the edge of the short jacket tightly.
Mrs. Seven noticed, patted her lightly with her hands, and told her that she wouldn't forget it, nothing.
Cheng Qing suddenly felt that Madam Seven had treated this daughter really well, and a warm feeling filled his heart. Becoming the first person met this way treated her so well. It's lucky.
At this time, the sound of the piano came to an end, and Alley stopped, raising his face to look at the middle-aged man.
The father smiled and nodded: "Alley, why did you choose this song?"
A glimmer of pride flashed in Alley's eyes, and he replied loudly, "Alley saw the plum blossoms in the yard sparse, although it was early spring and February, and recalled the white fragrance of the winter in full bloom, especially the quality of its Aoxue Lingshuang."
The middle-aged man stroked the beard under his forehead and said, "Okay, my daughter should have plum-like character! Go down, come to the plum garden tonight to see the sparse plum you said!"
As soon as he said this, Cheng Qing saw the lady on the left, who should be Alley's mother. A trace of contentment flashed quickly across his face, and he lowered his head and replied softly: "Alley is still young, and his skills are unfamiliar. The master is too famous."
Cheng Qing's eyes circled in the hall. Except for the expressionless seven ladies, the eyes of all the ladies in the hall showed more or less jealousy. Cheng Qing thought, women fighting for their husbands, the ancients always had fun like this, probably there was nothing to play, so they would fight with people, and fight with people is endless.
Alley retreated to his mother and stood up, Affie stepped out. She had an oval face, and her big black eyes blinked cleverly. She didn't tremble, and said loudly: "Father, Affie has had a little bit of learning Chinese in the past few months."
So the servant brought up a low table again and put pen, ink, paper and inkstone. A girl stepped forward to gather Affi's sleeves. Affi thought for a while, then suddenly opened a bow and pen with both hands and wrote a couplet like a dragon and snake. Finished in one go, took a look, put down the pen, and said simply: "Please correct me."
Cheng Qing saw the ink on the paper dripping and smoothly, what a handwriting! Regardless of the right and left Xuanyuan, thinking of his own dog crawling character, embarrassed.
The middle-aged man watched carefully for a long time, and said to Affi: "Fairy's handwriting has indeed made great progress, and there are still shortcomings in the writing skills of young age. With time, it will become a great weapon!"
This compliment caused Afei to smile, turning around to invite her to smile at her mother. The looks are extremely cute, Cheng Qing thinks, Alley is beautiful and Afei is charming, luckily they all look like their own mothers, and they will be beautiful when they grow up! While being obsessed with observation, I suddenly heard the middle-aged man shout: "A' Luo, come here!"
Cheng Qing was stunned for a moment, and Mrs. Seven gave her a worried look and said softly: "San'er, your father calls you!"