Master Xi Wants To Make Official Announcements Every Day

At this moment, a series of footsteps approached from far away.

Ruan Qi raised her head, and before she could see clearly her eyes blurred by tears, someone stuffed a card into her eyes.

"Xiao Qi, you want to be happy."

It's Xiaolin Tingting's voice.

Immediately afterwards, another person came over and also gave her a card.

"Baby granddaughter, get it!"

It turned out to be Grandpa Ruan.

Ruan Qi quickly wiped her tears and was about to speak when Grandma Ruan came over with a smile.

"grandmother……"

"Hey." Grandma Ruan walked up to Ruan Qi, wiped the tears on her face, and then handed her a card, "It's not easy to meet a sincere person. We, Xiao Qi, are very lucky."

After saying that, Grandma Ruan waved her hand and left.

Before Ruan Qi could speak, Ruan Munan and Cheng Jinyan also appeared.

The two walked up to her side by side and handed her a card as well.

Next came Nie Beilou, Ruan Fengmian and Yang Liu.

"Master, mom and dad..."

Ruan Qi shouted, but before she could say anything, Nie Beilou and the other two people each stuffed a card to her.

"Although I still dislike that boy, I have to admit that he is really attentive to my baby." Ruan Fengmian raised his hand and touched the girl's head lovingly, "Xiao Qi, go forward bravely. You will always be happy."

Her father's gentle blessing made Ruan Qi's tears resemble broken beads.

She watched Ruan Fengmian and the others exit the stage with hazy eyes. She raised her hand to wipe her eyes and looked down at the card in her hand.

There are eight cards in total.

There is a watercolor painting on each one, and all the characters in the painting are Ruan Qi.

But the difference is that the age of Ruan Qi on each card is different.

Ruan Qi on the first card has a childish face, a cute little ponytail, and soft baby fat on both sides of her cheeks.

[When you were eleven years old, you forgot a memory and continued to grow up]

——It turns out that the little Ruan Qi on this card is eleven years old.

On the next card, the little Ruan Qi in the painting seemed to have grown up, and her facial features gradually became brighter.

[Twelve-year-old you still haven’t remembered that memory. But it doesn’t matter, just move forward without worries]

The third card——

[At the age of thirteen, you have gradually grown into a big girl. Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can imagine your youthful and outstanding appearance. 】

Next, are the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh cards——

[At the age of fourteen, you bravely walked out of Qingyun Village. You become better and better and have your own achievements. 】

[When you are fifteen years old, you should be studying in university abroad. That year I had accepted Xi. Although we were not in the same country, we looked up at the same sky. 】

[You are sixteen years old, bright, sunny and confident. Although your life has been dark, your future is full of hope. 】

[At the age of seventeen, you are about to become an adult. And there are finally less than two years left before we meet again. 】

From the age of eleven to seventeen, Ruan Qi in the picture gradually grows up, from an immature girl to a bright and lively girl.

Next, is the last card, which is Ruan Qi's eighteenth year.

Different from the light-colored pictures on the previous seven cards, Ruan Qi on the eighth card is particularly bright, and even the background color behind him is full of bright and full colors.

And on this card, Xi Jiu wrote this -

[At the age of eighteen, you have finally grown into an adult. You will have a colorful life, and your relatives, friends, honor, and happiness will all belong to you. And that year, I walked into a temple on your birthday and lit a prayer lamp for you. The lights were on, and I prayed in front of the Buddha: No matter whether I can find you in this life, I hope that my little sun will be happy and safe. 】

Xi Jiu's handwriting has always been sharp and sharp. But when he was writing the card, he deliberately restrained his sharpness, writing each stroke carefully, piously and sincerely.

Ruan Qi looked down at every word he wrote, feeling that the card in his hand was extremely heavy.

There were more and more tears in her eyes, but Ruan Qi didn't dare to let them flow down. She was afraid that tears would fall on the card and wet Xi Jiu's heavy love.

Ruan Qi stood there, holding the card and sobbing gently.

At this moment, the sound of steady footsteps came slowly in the quiet night.

Ruan Qi raised his head.

Through the layers of mist of tears, she vaguely saw a familiar figure.

That figure was so tall, like a majestic mountain, standing silently behind her, always guarding her.

"Jiujiu..." Ruan Qi opened her mouth, wanting to say something. But her mood fluctuated so much that as soon as she called out a name, thousands of words were blocked in her throat.

Helpless, she could only look at Xi Jiu with tearful eyes.

Xi Jiu walked over with a steady pace and a slight haste.

He looked at the little girl who was crying with some distress, sighed, and leaned over to wipe away her tears.

"Why is the baby crying like this? He's almost turning into a little cat."

The man joked while gently wiping the girl's face with his fingertips.

The next second, Ruan Qi suddenly raised her hand and grabbed his finger.

"Baby?" Xi Jiu was stunned for a moment.

Ruan Qi did not speak, but lowered his head and spread Xi Jiu's hand in front of him.

Different from the thin skin and tender flesh of other wealthy young men, Xi Jiu, who has been training for many years, has always had a hard and thin layer of calluses on his palms and fingertips.

Now, in addition to the thin calluses, there were many deep and shallow scars on his palms and fingertips.

Ruan Qi looked at these scars, and her nose was filled with sourness again.

She asked with a tearful voice: "Are these injuries caused in the past few days?"

Xi Jiu is not a carpenter and has not done much carpentry work. In order to be able to restore the broken wooden horse by himself, he had to start from the most basic carpentry skills, and then piece together, polish, and finally restore the broken wooden horse bit by bit.

However, it is not so easy for a beginner to master the woodworking skills in a short period of time.

In order to achieve his goal, Xi Jiu went out early and came back late these days, staying at Wang Yue's house every day, practicing over and over again.

Finally, after continuous training, he perfectly repaired the wooden horse. At the same time, countless scars were left on his hands.

Ruan Qi looked at these deep and shallow wounds and cried again with heartache.

Xi Jiu quickly pulled his hand out and wiped her tears in a hurry, coaxing her: "It's just some minor injuries. It looks scary, but it doesn't hurt at all. Don't cry, baby, it won't look good if your eyes are swollen."

Xi Jiu is not good at sweet talk, so he can only persuade Ruan Qi to stop crying.

Ruan Qi's emotions gradually calmed down under his coaxing. She sniffed and asked: "How long did you learn the grass dragonfly?"

Xi Jiu hesitated when he heard this question.

Ruan Qi immediately warned him: "Don't lie."

Helpless, Xi Jiu had to tell the truth.

"I didn't learn it for long, just three days."

Ruan Qi: "What about painting? I remember you didn't know how to paint watercolors before."

"I didn't learn it for too long." Xi Jiu answered honestly, "I spent most of my time repairing the wooden horse during the day. During the break, I would use it to learn painting. I am clumsy and my comprehension is not high, so I learn a little slowly. But I can barely be considered a master."

Xi Jiu said it lightly.

But Ruan Qi could imagine the hard work involved.

All the skills Xi Jiu had acquired from childhood to university were for survival. He seldom dabbled in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he had never touched the house-playing game of weaving dragonflies.

So, as Xi Jiu himself said, he was indeed clumsy and not very talented in this area, so it took him more effort to learn than ordinary people.

But no matter how hard he tried, it only took him a week to learn it.

Ruan Qi didn't dare to think deeply about the hard work he had put in. She only looked at Xi Jiu with heartache, then opened her arms and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, Jiujiu," the girl's voice came out from Xi Jiu's chest, "I like the gifts you gave me very very much."

More than that, she liked them very much.

These gifts were like the sincerity that Xi Jiu held in his hands, heavy and warm, which made Ruan Qi at a loss, but loved them like treasures.

Ruan Qi unconsciously increased the strength of holding the man.

The man's low and gentle voice sounded above his head: "As long as the baby likes it, everything I have done will not be in vain." He raised his hand, rubbed Ruan Qi's soft hair, and then took her hand. "Baby, I have one last gift for you. Come with me, okay?" Ruan Qi let go of his hand and raised her head. Xi Jiu smiled at her, then took her hand and walked towards the center of the square step by step. In the empty and quiet square, some small lights appeared at some point. As Ruan Qi and Xi Jiu moved, the small lights slowly lit up at their feet like stars holding the moon. Gradually, the small lights became brighter and brighter, and finally gathered into a galaxy, extending from Ruan Qi's feet forward, until - a water-colored curtain, like the Milky Way in the sky, slid down in the dark night. Ruan Qi was startled by the sudden appearance of the curtain and paused. The next second, soft music sounded, and a photo appeared on the water-colored curtain. And the person in the photo - it was her. One after another, countless photos, all of them were Ruan Qi. Ruan Qi at different ages, with different expressions, and wearing different clothes... They were like memories forgotten in the corner, which were turned out by Xi Jiu one by one and finally presented to the twenty-one-year-old Ruan Qi.

Ruan Qi looked at the photos rotating on the screen, her lips trembling, and asked Xi Jiu: "These photos... I can't find many of them. Where did you get them from?"

"I visited every villager." Xi Jiu turned her head and looked at her, and said softly, "Everyone has a few old photos in their hands, more or less. I looked through them one by one and finally found these."

Xi Jiu said lightly.

But there are so many families in Qingyun Village. It would be a lot of work to find old photos of Ruan Qi from so many people.

Ruan Qi blinked and tried not to let tears flow out. At this moment, the photos on the screen came to an end, and then a watercolor painting appeared.

That was the adult Ruan Qi.

She was wearing a summer dress, with a naughty silver needle on her head, and behind her was the noisy corridor of the hospital.

Ruan Qi looked at the familiar scene, and her heart moved.

Is this place... the first time she and Xi Jiu met in the imperial capital?

Before Ruan Qi could figure it out, the picture on the screen changed and became another watercolor painting.

It was still the corridor of the hospital, but this time, Ruan Qi was no longer alone in the picture. There was a man in front of her.

"Hello, Miss Ruan, my name is Xi Jiu."

-The man in the picture said so.

And next to this painting, there was a completely different sentence--[After many twists and turns, I finally found you again. 】

I almost cried writing it. It’s so romantic, 1551…