Dream Hua Embers Records

"37 pieces, Daddy originally thought that he would mend 37 pieces of Ru porcelain and give them to you as a gift, but now there are only 31 pieces, and some pieces are incomplete, and he can't go on with the mending halfway... Daddy is also getting old , my eyes are failing, and I can’t see clearly under the lamp, so I have to fiddle with it in the sunlight during the day, and I can’t bear to do these trivial tasks in my heart. After doing it for a long time, my heart beats suddenly..."

"Father..." Yan Yin heard the words "old" from Yan Qihao's mouth for the first time, he raised his head in surprise, and saw that Yan Qihao's temples really had dots of white hair, although there were only a few , although if it is not so close, it is impossible to see clearly, but, after all, it is old.Everyone called Dayuan God of War's father, and he will grow old one day... Yan Yin's eyes were slightly wet, and she wanted to help Yan Qihao pull out that white hair, but she raised her hand and put it down again.

"Daddy... teach me!"

Yan Qihao smiled.

Roll up the bead curtain, and the bright sunlight will quietly pour on the large table.On the table, there are all kinds of materials and utensils needed for cementing porcelain: shellac, egg white, emery, agate knife, inch belt, oil clay... On one side are neatly folded cloth towels, holding the raindrops. Fragments of Celadon vases.

Yan Qihao sat at the table and patiently explained.Yan Yin stood beside him, listening carefully.

The clean water in the copper basin was steaming, and the broken porcelain bottle, under Yan Yin's dexterous and slender fingers, gradually shattered and became round again.

Yan Qihao smiled and looked at Yan Yin who was engrossed in it, and felt that only at this moment could the child really return to his side.The first time he dressed, the first time he used chopsticks, and the first time he wrote, he didn't participate in it. What he had promised, teaching him horseback riding and archery, became empty talk... As a father, when his son was 16 years old, he did not participate in it. It was the first time to teach him a skill, and this kind of skill was something I never dreamed of mastering before.Good luck tricks people, and none of the things that were once thought to be logical have not been realized, and it seems that it is not too late to return to the original point at this time.

"No!" Yan Qihao stretched out his hand to stop Yan Yin, "This piece is connected to the seam of the other two pieces. You must wait for the two pieces to be firmly bonded before you can add the third piece, otherwise it will be difficult to hold together accurately. This is an important task." Take your time, and don’t be in a hurry.”

"Yes." Yan Yin put down her work and responded respectfully.

Yan Qihao smiled slightly, and held Yan Yin's hand again.

The rift has begun to heal, and time will eventually melt everything into perfection.

It was the New Year in a blink of an eye, and the relocation of the capital was already in full swing.The posthouses in Yanjing, even the yamen of the Huimin Administration, were full of officials from the Ministry of Industry sent by the Central Capital.Measuring the land, planning and selecting the site, relocation and purchase... everything was carried out in an orderly manner.Yan Qihao also added a lot of trivial government affairs out of thin air. After a year, there is not a single day free.

"Yin'er, today is your 16th birthday. From today onwards, you are an adult. Father has prepared a coming-of-age ceremony for you. Hurry up and pack up and go to the front hall!" On the morning of the third day of the Lunar New Year, Yan Qihao was excited He came to the Lingering Garden, he could have asked his servants to do, as long as Yan Yin was involved, he had to do it himself to be at ease.

The hair style of adult men in Yuanguo is to shave the top of the head, leave the hair untied, and tie it with a headband or headband.For a man's coming-of-age ceremony, the father usually shaves the son's first lock of hair, and then the craftsman completes the shaving.Then the son bathed and changed his clothes to meet his parents.Usually it's just a family banquet, which is quite simple.However, some rich and noble families will distribute property and money to their sons at the same time, and let their sons set up a household. At this time, the elders of the clan will participate.

"Father..." Yan Yin staggered, "I don't want to shave my hair."

Yan Qihao thought that Yan Yin still had a problem with Pei Manshi, so he didn't want to see her, so he hurriedly explained, "Your second brother is not at home, let's keep it simple, just you and your father, after shaving your hair and changing your clothes, can we have dinner together?"

"Father, I don't want to shave my hair..."

"Why?" Yan Qihao frowned as he looked at Yan Yin's bun on the top of his head.

"It doesn't look good..."

Yan Qihao laughed, "What's so unattractive? Our ancestors have been like this for generations, do you think the father is not good-looking?"

"I don't like it..." Yan Yin pouted, like a spoiled child.

"I wear a hat on weekdays, and no one sees it." Yan Qihao continued to persuade.

"But I know in my heart that if you don't look good, you don't look good. No one will see the obscene clothes, so why don't you change them?

Yan Qihao frowned again, "This is our Dayuan's custom. Look at those clan youths, which one hasn't shaved their hair? With your hair knotted like this, in the eyes of others, you are a child who can't grow up."

"It's best not to grow up, I don't want to grow up..." Yan Yin muttered softly.

"Nonsense! How can there be any reason not to shave your hair when you are an adult?" Yan Qihao was slightly angry.

"Third brother will stay..." Yan Yin whispered.

"What?! How can Ting'er be so nonsense? Does the emperor know?"

Yan Yin shook her head, "Probably don't know, just like my father said, anyway, wearing a hat, what does it matter if you shave your hair or not?"

"Of course it does. You are a straight woman, so you should shave your hair!"

"Obviously it looks better without shaving... You see, in our house, many straight women don't shave their hair anymore. Besides, there are more and more intermarriages between straight women and Han people. Are their children considered straight women? Or Han people?"

"The child naturally follows the father, and obeys the father in everything. I told you to shave your hair, and you will shave your hair today!" Yan Qihao also lost his temper when he saw that he couldn't talk to Yan Yin.

Yan Yin sighed softly, "If I insist on not shaving my hair, father, will you beat me until I agree? Or tie me up and forcefully shave my hair?"

Yan Qihao was furious, just about to explode, when he raised his eyes and saw Yan Yin's arm was swollen, the wound was not healed, and the clothes were still wrapped in gauze, his heart softened all of a sudden, he sat down on the chair, his chest heaved , just panting.

Yan Qihao only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to hold it down, but when he looked up, he saw Yan Yin was just standing by the bed, with a dazed expression on his face, he didn't know how to come over to ask him what was wrong, and immediately he was furious : After studying medicine for so many years, how can you not see that your father is not feeling well, and just ignore him like this?

"I won't beat you, and I won't force you, so I can't cure you?" Yan Qihao said, tearing off the light gauze curtain, tearing it into gauze ribbons, and tied Yan Yin firmly to the bed.

Yan Yin was tied on the bed on her back, feeling completely exposed and not knowing what Yan Qihao was going to do, her face turned red all of a sudden.

Who knew that Yan Qihao didn't do anything, and sat back on the chair again, continuing to sulk.

Yan Yin is very strange. If you want to tie yourself up and beat yourself up, you should face down. If you want to shave yourself forcibly, you should tie yourself to a chair for convenience. If you tie yourself up like this, you really can't figure out what to do ?

For a while, neither of them spoke, only Yan Qihao's heavy breathing echoed throughout the room.

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