The fifteenth night came to an end amidst the joyful laughter of the people.
Because He Lin was in Baiyang, Gu Qian was not in a hurry to return to the camp, and focused on protecting Qiu Yan and Gu Xiaoran from disturbance.
In fact, he was also afraid that He Lin would find his way to the mountain village, where his master's wife would see him and question his daughter.
Anyway, if he doesn't return to camp, there are others who are more anxious than him.
The next morning, just after Qiu Yan and the others finished breakfast, there was a knocking sound at the gate.
Gu Qian was the first to go and open the door.
As soon as the door opened, Zhou Zifang, dressed in a light ink-wash style courtyard uniform and carrying a small bundle, appeared happily in front of the courtyard gate.
Upon seeing Gu Qian, he paused briefly and said, "Good morning, Brother Gu."
Gu Qian nodded and replied with a smile, "Good morning."
After the New Year, fifteen-year-old Zhou Zifang grew taller and looked much smarter than before.
After greeting Gu Qian, he excitedly went to find Qiu Ling'er first.
"Ling'er, look what your brother Zifang brought you!"
After he finished speaking, he took out...his newly made sketchbook from his bundle.
Qiu Ling'er's eyes lit up; Brother Zifang's sketchbooks were all very interesting.
She was about to take it when the sketchbook was already in Qiu Xu's hands.
"Brother Zhou, I had no idea you had this talent?"
This Zhou Zifang, despite being his classmate, always liked to pester his younger sister.
Zhou Zifang's hands were still in the gesture of handing over the storybook, his expression slightly unnatural. "Ah Xu, quickly give it back to Ling'er."
Qiu Xu flipped through a few pages and saw the little girl inside. His gaze unconsciously turned to the younger sister. "The drawing is quite lifelike. Brother Zhou, when will you draw me too?"
Zhou Zifang looked embarrassed. "You know we're always studying, where would we find so much time?"
"Others may not have time, but you do." Qiu Xu made no attempt to hide his true colors, exposing Zhou Zifang's academic failure.
He didn't expect that although Brother Zhou wasn't good at studying, he not only had excellent handwriting, but his painting skills were also exceptional.
"Brother, that was given to me by Brother Zifang." Qiu Ling'er reached out and grabbed the storybook, snatching it back.
She was really curious about what was inside.
However, just as she grabbed it, her hand slipped, and the sketchbook ended up in her uncle's hands.
"Young master, what are you drawing? Let me see." Qiu Dayu said as he flipped through the pages.
He laughed a few times after flipping through it.
"In my opinion, you should give up studying and become a storyteller. That wouldn't be a waste of your talents." Although he didn't recognize all the characters, he could still tell who the painting depicted.
Qiu Xu nodded in agreement. "That's feasible."
Qiu Ling'er smiled and said, "Brother Zifang, storytelling should be done at a teahouse."
Qiu Dayu chimed in, "Speaking and singing at the same time will surely attract many guests."
Zhou Zifang coughed stiffly; if he continued talking, he would have to put on his opera costume and go perform.
“Brother Dayu, Sister Ling’er, now that you’ve reminded me, I’ve realized that our restaurant is missing a storyteller. Brother Dayu, you’re the one.”
"I wouldn't." Qiu Dayu chuckled and turned around, tossing the storybook in his hand to Song Jiao, who was watching them from afar. "The drawing is so good, let our talented lady give her some feedback."
After saying that, he pulled Zhao Yuanyuan, who had just run out of the house, and said, "Yuanyuan, come on, I'll take you to the clothing store."
As an elder, he no longer plays with these children.
Song Jiao took it, glanced at a few pages, smiled faintly, and then returned the sketchbook to Qiu Ling'er.
Zhou Zifang stopped joking, turned around, and saw Qiu Yan coming. He gave her a bright smile:
Happy Chinese New Year.
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