Mr. Qin said: "Is your study going well in Jiujiu?"

Xiao Jiujiu said: "Smooth."

Mr. Qin said: "The entertainment industry is a vanity fair, where good and bad people are mixed. You, a little girl, must know how to protect yourself."

Xiao Jiujiu smiled and said: "Grandpa Qin, don't worry, I know it well."

Zhang Chi said: "My master wants you to keep a clear mind, stay out of the mire, and don't get into the bad habits of the entertainment industry."

Xiao Jiujiu glared at him and said, "You are the only one who talks too much!"

Mr. Qin looked at Xiao Jiujiu and thought to himself that if this was his granddaughter, he would definitely not let her choose the entertainment industry. But everyone has their own ambitions, and it was hard for him to say anything. He took the wine offered by Xiao Jiujiu and

After finishing the drink, he said: "There is no problem in using your martial arts to protect yourself, but don't let fame and fortune go to your head. In fact, when people live in this world, being ordinary is the real thing."

Xiao Jiujiu knows that Mr. Qin is educating her, and she can understand the old man's concerns, but she does not agree with Mr. Qin's attitude. She is still young, she has her own dreams, and she will work hard to realize her dreams.

Zhang Chi said: "Listen, don't just think about being a star all day long. What are the benefits of being a star? You have to prevent people from taking photos when you sleep or go to the toilet. There is no freedom at all."

Xiao Jiujiu said: "Why do you speak so harshly? You don't seek to improve yourself. Do you wish that everyone in the world would just live in mediocrity like you?"

Zhang Chi pretended to be generous and said: "I'm a good man and I don't fight with women." How can I get by in my heart? I am also facing life positively now. With the alchemy furnace given to me by Mr. Qin, I want to restart my alchemy career. First of all

I want to save my master Huang Chunli.

Mr. Qin couldn't help but smile as he looked at the young couple. He said softly: "Everyone has his or her own ambitions, so we can't force them. It's not like Zhang Chi doesn't want to make progress, otherwise how could he be admitted to Shuimu."

Zhang Chi found that Mr. Qin was very protective of his shortcomings. Between himself and Xiao Jiujiu, he was obviously more attracted to his disciple, which made Zhang Daxian very warm. Xiao Jiujiu also found that Mr. Qin was better to Zhang Chi, and he would take advantage of the quarrel here.

Not cheap.

After lunch, Xiao Jiujiu drove Zhang Chi back to school. Zhang Chi did not mention the basement incident to Xiao Jiujiu. With Xiao Jiujiu's character, he would only gloat after hearing about it.

Xiao Jiujiu was very curious about the incense burner that Zhang Chi held in his arms like a treasure. Zhang Chi only said that it was a gift from Mr. Qin. He was embarrassed to say that he owed more than one million yuan on credit. If Xiao Jiujiu knew the inside story

, will definitely laugh at him for being a big idiot.

Zi Fei Yuan knows the joy of fish.

After they left, Mr. Qin went to the studio in the backyard. His daughter Qin Junqing was splashing ink on the painting table. When she heard her father come in, she gently put the pen on the pen holder and picked up the white cotton towel beside her to wipe her hands.

, then the jade hands as white as porcelain filled the incense burner with a stick of water and agarwood. Even every tiny movement was extremely elegant and unhurried.

Qin Junqing lives up to her name. Even when facing her father, she just nodded slightly and did not speak. Her noble and dignified face was unsmiling and her eyes were clear, but she could never be seen. You could not find anything in her eyes.

The warmth is like two pools of tranquil autumn water. Although it is clear, no waves can be seen, and there is no vitality as it should be.

Mr. Qin came to the painting desk and looked at the unfinished painting. It was an ink and wash lotus with just a few strokes. The aloofness of the lotus was vividly displayed on the paper. However, Mr. Qin was heartbroken because of the impact this painting had on him.

Shen, outsiders see Zen in paintings, but insiders see transcendence in them.

Qin Junqing made a cup of tea for his father, put his hands in front of him, and said softly: "Please give me some advice, father."

Mr. Qin took the cup of tea and had no intention of drinking it. He just held it quietly in his hand, thinking that his daughter had called him this for twenty-four years. In these twenty-four years, he never heard it again.

She called herself daddy. Although father and father meant the same thing, they both understood the difference in their hearts.

Mr. Qin stared at the painting silently for three minutes before saying, "I'm old!"

After saying that, he gently placed the cup of tea on the painting table. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the tea cup tipped over when he dropped it, and the amber tea poured over Qin Junqing's unfinished painting.

Qin Junqing's eyes were still and there were almost no things in this world that could move her.
Chapter completed!