Zhou's mother felt sorry for Zhou Nianping, patted him on the back gently, and angrily said, "Why did you suddenly cough? Did you catch a cold?"

Mu Changfeng noticed something strange and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"No... it's okay." Zhou Nianping coughed for a long time and comforted Zhou's mother with a smile. "I'm really okay. I'm anxious to speak, but I accidentally choked by my saliva."

Zhou's mother was simple-minded, but she was not stupid. Of course, she could see that Zhou Nianping was lying.

She accidentally exposed his lie and smiled and explained, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Don't worry about anything, do it step by step. Otherwise, if you do bad things with good intentions, you will choke on yourself and others, and the gain will not be worth the effort."

Zhou Nianping calmed down and nodded, "What my mother said is, the child is just too anxious."

Zhou's mother said, "You are not only anxious, but also have a bad mouth. Look at the other person, Mu Changfeng, look at your senior sister, your mouth is not forgiving, but you can stop every time. You are not as good as you, you are unwilling to give up if you don't make people angry."

Zhou Nianping was quite dissatisfied, glared at the eyes and said, "He almost pissed me off several times. I am tolerant and generous, and I don't know anything like my junior brother. My mother didn't see him as angry as a bear. Moreover, my ability to make people angry is the true teachings of my senior sister. My ears are as tainted as eyes, and it's hard to learn. Can you blame me?"

"Oh!" Zhou's mother was helpless and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Fang Zhiliang returned to the pavilion with a few August melons and gave them to the elders and Gui'er, and said with a smile, "While walking in the woods, I suddenly saw these things, which were so fragrant and sweet, you all taste them."

Zhou Nianping looked at her, and a trace of shock and sorrow flashed in his eyes.

Fang Zhiran looked at the elders with all his heart, but did not notice him. But Mu Changfeng had already taken all his strangeness into his eyes and watched him put away his paper and pen.

Everyone was talking and laughing in the pavilion, eating and drinking, and felt that time passed so fast. When there was not much left, they found that the sun was already west and would soon disappear behind the peaks.

Zhou's mother held the old lady's hand and said intimately, "It's almost dark, so stay at my house tonight. I'll ask Huier and Pinger to send you back tomorrow."

Before the old lady could answer, Gui'er clapped and applauded, "I want to live in my grandmother's house."

The old lady felt a little sad, and most people were possessive, and she was no exception.

When I first heard Gui'er call the Zhou couple the grandparents, I felt a sense of loss.

But she is a sensible person. Her love for Gui'er has overcome her own desire for possessiveness. Thinking that more and more people will love Gui'er, and after she and her husband pass away in the future, Gui'er will not end up alone and helplessly.

After figuring out these things, the old lady smiled with relief and said, "I'll bother you."

Zhou Nianping suddenly said, "I would like to ask my senior sister to send them back. I want to go to see the master of Taolin with Changfeng."

Fang Zhiliang frowned slightly, "What do you want to do?"

"Sister sister, don't look at me with this expression. I have figured it out. I took it myself without asking. Although I left a string of copper coins, I don't know. I can only blame me for being reckless and hurting you. I don't have any responsibility."

"Since you have figured it out, what are you visiting?"

Zhou Nianping clapped his hands exaggeratedly, "It's a pity to not see it if you don't see it. I can't regret it for life."

How could Fang Zhiran believe his nonsense? She believed that Zhou Nianping was going to seek revenge and asked Mu Changfeng in a low voice, "You should take him tight."

Mu Changfeng nodded and said yes.

Zhou Nianping was away when everyone was gone, suddenly remembered something, ran over and asked the old man, "That, senior, I don't know what your name is."

The old man shrank his neck and was so scared that he was speechless, "What do you want to do?"

Zhou Nianping hid all his disgust and said respectfully, "I have no bad intentions, I'm just curious."

The old lady replied, "His name is Mo Wuwei."

Zhou Nianping was happy when he heard this, and then corrected his attitude, "Grandpa Mo, I was so disrespectful to me in the past, please don't be surprised."

The old man was almost crying and shook his head hard, "No wonder, you won't break my bones."

Zhou Nianping ignored him again and quickly returned to the pavilion until everyone disappeared at a bend. He took out paper and pen, wrote the three words "Mo Wuwei" in cursive script, and said, "Junior brother, who do you think is better or worse in my words or witches?"

Mu Changfeng didn't look at it, but was surprised when he saw it, "Senior Brother, this matter is incredible. There are three words on the paper man and what you wrote as if it was written by one person."

Zhou Nianping burst into tears, suddenly raised his palm and slapped himself hard.

He started very hard, his cheeks quickly red and swollen, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"What are you doing?" Mu Changfeng pulled his sleeve, "You took the wrong medicine."

Zhou Nianping's whole body seemed to have been exhausted, and he supported one hand on the stone table so that he did not let himself fall down.

Scenes of past events appeared before his eyes, and he was in great pain.

Mu Changfeng helped him sit on the stone bench and said, "Senior brother, what's wrong? Don't scare me."

Zhou Nianping sighed quietly and said, "Our uncle is versatile, full of poetry and books, and is proficient in cooking female red embroidery calligraphy. The senior brother likes to pester her to learn poetry, and the senior sister likes to learn female red embroidery from her. I only like to learn calligraphy from her. My cursive script was taught by my uncle and mother himself. Uncle Fang often said that my calligraphy does not have a unique temperament, but is just imitation. The shape is similar but the spirit is not similar. Our uncle is so cheerful and bright, with a beautiful face. How can we do now..."

Mu Changfeng understood, just like Zhou Nianping, he didn't want to believe this fact, "How is that witch..."

Zhou Nianping nodded, feeling a strong pain and loss, and the joy of losing again, "Our uncle Qin Qiqian, she is still alive."
Chapter completed!