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There is a fan spread out on the table. I don’t know if Guan Qi picked it out from the corner again - painted silk and bamboo. It is six or seven inches long by visual inspection. Just laying it there, it is like seeing a pair of fans. Talented scholars and beautiful women sealed in time.

"These things that caused trouble to me when I was a child were all my grandfather's treasures..." Guan Qi curled his lips. At that time, his grandfather didn't kick him out because of the deep bond between ancestors and grandchildren.

“Actually, I used to mess with my grandma’s sewing when I was little.”

It turns out that being naughty as a child does not differentiate between personalities, and exploring the world seemed to be the only mission at that time.

It seems that their parents have never been annoyed by this. After all, they are their own children, and no matter how precious they are, they are not as "treasure" as theirs.

"That's true. My mother told me at that time that if something in her house is broken, it will be broken. I have to find a way to fix it or I won't have to play with it in the future..."

"But you must not touch other people's things!" Picking up the fan on the table and carefully looking at the hand-painted paintings on it, Guan Qi couldn't help but curl his lips, "Now that I think about it, this is why I didn't become one of those people who smashed other people's works of art and beat other people's heads. The naughty boy of the screen."

The ancients paid attention to the "scholarly family", and now there is a saying that "behind the naughty children are the naughty parents". It seems that this family education has indeed had a profound influence, otherwise it would be rare to educate Guan Qi to speak out like this.

"I suddenly feel like my grandfather has a collection of many of the things I went to the south to see during the summer vacation... These things must have been very valuable in those days. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I guess I will be the least capable in our family in the future."

"It really corresponds to the current saying on the Internet, good things have to be negative, and ancestral graves have to rest for a while."

Guan Qi tossed out one joke after another. Jiang Shijin couldn't catch it, so she simply smiled and watched Guan Qi flipping the things in the room up and down.

"Do you need me to clean it up with you?" She ate and stayed by herself, and even though she treated Guan Qi to a few big meals, Jiang Shijin still felt guilty, "Tell me your plan, lest I I'm causing trouble."

"Well..." Many times Guan Qi is really too lazy to explain his thoughts to others.It's not because of poor eloquence, it's mainly because he wants another person to understand Guan Qi's overly jumpy thinking. It usually takes no less time than Guan Qi to do it himself.

"Just move this over there and classify the ones inside like me..."

"Hey, forget it, I'd better do it myself!"

Guan Qi habitually backed down from such matters of 'troubling others'.But he didn't expect that this time - Jiang Shijin not only understood what Guan Qi meant, but even saw Guan Qi's careful idea of ​​dividing the products according to the four seasons and roughly the north and south production areas. "Ahhhhhhhhh... help, my soulmate!" Guan Qi was too excited. If Jiang Shijin hadn't blocked it with his body at the right time, he would have probably dropped the small items he had just packed away. The floor was full.

After really packing up, Guan Qi no longer cares about talking to Jiang Shijin. He just stops and sighs from time to time: "Oh, my waist is getting old before it's too old!"

The dust is shining on the calligraphy and painting. Guan Qi is very clever in this side matter. Even if he didn't choose to take physics and chemistry, after half a year of college, he can still utter one sentence: "Oh , this Tyndall, ah, ah, effect, ah, ah..."

"cut!"

"So lovely!"

"Ha..." Looking at Guan Qi's funny look, Jiang Shijin just wanted to laugh when she felt dirt sticking to the gap between her teeth, "Ah, that's right!"

The two people laughed and laughed together.

"Bang!"

"Ouch..." Guan Qi didn't know what he bumped into. When he looked back, he realized that it was a big screen. "Hey? Why is there a screen here?"

"What a 'silver candle painted on the screen in the cold autumn wind, and a small light fan fanning the fireflies!'" After cleaning the screen, the two best friends ran out to avoid the dust and smoke. Guan Qi looked in through the half-open window and followed closely. Then came the words.

"Hey...this?" I saw a row of silk figures behind the screen, and a pair of silk flowers guarding the two ends. The tops were covered with bright cloth. It was a coincidence that the screen was moved away. Opened a corner.

"Hey!"

Guan Qi remembered the dream he had had before. He was speechless for a long time, and began to look around for something to record his inspiration - and finally found Jiang Shijin, a living person to record it.