Love the good night from now on

Qin Hua delayed us for half an hour.

So much so that Tuanzi and I ran wild all the way before barely boarding the plane.

This is the second time for Tuanzi to fly, and it is still fresh and noisy.

I let him sit by the window and I sat in the middle.

Coconut water was also prepared for him when he took off and landed, and he was asked to take a couple of sips to relieve ear discomfort.

Maybe it's because the summer vacation is approaching, and there are so many children on this plane.

There is a lot of airflow in the South China Sea in summer, and there are some bumps when taking off.

I heard some elementary school students say: "Dad, Dad, will the wings of the plane break?"

His dad yelled angrily, "Shut up!"

In fact, adults are more afraid of death in the world.

I turned around and glanced at the crying primary school student, and then turned around to look at my meat dumpling.

Can't help but worry.

If Tuanzi gets bigger, can I beat him up without any scruple?
"Mummy."

Tuanzi looked up into my eyes, reached out and touched my cheek: "Are you afraid?"

I froze for a moment, I thought about how to beat him fancy, but he asked me if I was afraid.
A burst of bitter tears overflowed, and she was about to love and love the dumpling.

He heard him say again: "The wing of the plane is broken!"

I clearly felt the person beside me startled for a moment, and grasped the middle armrest tightly.

What followed was severe turbulence of the plane and the captain's safety announcement on the radio.

Tuanzi looked at me slyly, and said, "You little boy~"

I grabbed his ear and said viciously, "Don't scare me!"

Tuanzi was in good spirits all the way, and finally when the stewardess delivered the meal, he smoothed out his floral shirt jacket early and put on his favorite Anpanman cap.

Swinging back and forth with short legs.

When the dining car passed by us, Tuanzi said in a small voice: "Sister, I don't eat~~"

The flight attendant saw how cute he was, so she asked one more question: "If you don't eat, what would you like to eat? I still have nuts here~"

Tuanzi blinked, his dark eyes flickering: "I want to eat my sister~"

I apologized embarrassingly: "I used to think that Crayon Shin-chan was for children, but then I realized it was for adults. Sorry~~~"

The stewardess smiled coquettishly, stretched out her hand to pinch Tuanzi's little face: "Little handsome guy, he can flirt with girls at such a young age~~"

Tuanzi responded eloquently: "My papa knows how to be a bird girl~"

I smiled dryly: "Stop throwing the blame on your dad"

Tuanzi nodded earnestly: "Maybe I'm better at Mama~~~"

A few words of nonsense affected the progress of the stewardess' meal delivery. I apologized in embarrassment, so I ordered a meal for the dumpling and gave up.

The stewardess pushed the dining car and continued to distribute meals, and the dumpling poked his head out and shouted, "Sister, you are so delicious~~"

"To shut up."

"Okay~~"

Fortunately, children's energy is limited.

After playing for a while, Tuanzi leaned back on the seat and fell asleep.

I rested his little head on my elbow, for fear that he would swing back and forth and hit his head.

The two hour flight was over and we arrived at the airport.

Before coming here, I checked the route on the Internet. After all, Qian Shanshui is a master of Chinese characters, and his residence has long been no secret.

So I was going to hail a car and go straight over.

Come on surprise attack.

Thinking of Yi Nan's expression after swallowing a fly, he was so happy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Tuanzi and I jumped out of the terminal, we were stopped by a man in a black uniform and white gloves.

"Miss Yao, Mr. Yi asked me to pick you up."

I froze for a moment, and asked some superfluous words: "Is it Yi Nan?"

Tuanzi interjected from the side: "Oh, the surprise is gone~"

"Yes, Mr. Yi is writing with Master Qian and has no time to come over, so let me come and pick you up and the young master."

The man reached for our suitcase: "The car is parked in the parking lot, and it may take a while."

I am a little dazed.

Who told Yi Nan that I was coming to him?
Qin painting?

Along the way, I was not intoxicated by the scenery, but was thinking about the intention of Qin Hua's words.

She didn't have to let me know her secrets as soon as she came up.

After all, Qin Hua has worked hard in Yi's family for more than ten years, and she will not be so stupid as to overthrow her.

She's not crazy.

It can only be said that she has her own purpose.

Now she told Yi Nan about my coming to Wudang Mountain.

Why is she?

Remind Xue Yitong to be cautious?
Or are you pretending to facilitate the affair between Yi Nan and me, to be a good person?
I couldn't figure it out until the car drove into a green forest and stopped in front of a stone bridge.

The driver said: "There is a short walk ahead, I will carry the luggage."

My thoughts came back, and I took Tuanzi's men out of the car.

Qian Shanshui moved his studio to a Taoist temple.

The main hall and side halls of Guanzhong are open to the public as usual, but the west wing is mysteriously locked all year round.

Until later, a person who took Qian Shanshui published Qian Shanshui's address regardless of morality.

This caused heated discussions on the Internet.

Many lovers of Chinese studies come here admiringly, and the disturbed Qianshanshui cannot be clean, so they simply announced to the world, and only listed some strange conditions
In addition to the need for a man and a woman with friendship to eat and live with him for seven days.

People whose birthdays are on the third or seventh day of junior high school are not allowed to enter the temple to ask for calligraphy.

There are others, I have corresponded one by one.

Tuanzi and I just went to find Yi Nan and didn't ask for words, so we shouldn't be asked too much.

The road to the Taoist temple has obviously been repaired.

A bluestone path stretches and is deep.

The bamboo forests on both sides lean on each other.

Not far away, there is a clear stream Xiaohe gurgling out.

Scenes of leisurely clouds and wild cranes are everywhere.

Very different from the city.

This made the little dumpling have great doubts.

He tugged at the corner of my clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Ma Ma, did Baba come to cultivate immortality?"

I am amazed at his vocabulary, which has indeed grown rapidly in the past six months: "How do you know about cultivating immortals?"

He shrugged his nose at me: "Nezha knows how to cultivate immortals!"

Come on, cartoon teaching.

I tightened his little hand: "Forget it."

Tuanzi's eyes were bright: "Then dad is going to be a fairy!"

The driver who had been carrying the luggage gave a "puchi" smile.

I stared at him blankly.

He said shyly: "I'm from Sichuan, and I immediately thought of Xianren Banban."

The dumpling and I looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.