Zhang Xiaozu walked to the garden and took the initiative to say hello to Qi'er and Qi Yu.
He slightly changed his voice to avoid being heard by Qi Yu.
Qi'ar glanced at Zhang Xiaopou lightly, frowned slightly, and seemed displeased, but did not say anything. His eyes swept across Zhang Xiaopou's face, and then returned to Qi Jinyao.
"Huh!"
Qi Yu stared at Zhang Xiaopou and screamed in surprise.
Zhang Xiaozhu couldn't help but feel nervous, thinking that Qi Yu had recognized him.
"Interesting, interesting." Qi Yu stared at Zhang Xiaopou's face and said repeatedly.
Zhang Xiaozhu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, thinking that Qi Yu was actually interested in the tiger pattern on his face.
"Brother Zhang, are the paintings on your face painted or tattooed?" Qi Yu asked curiously.
"It's painted on it," Zhang Xiaozu replied.
"Wonderful!" Qi Yu happily clapped his hands.
Because if it had been stabbed, he would have been disappointed.
He is quite satisfied with his face and has no intention of ruining it with tattoos.
But it was painted on, so it wouldn't affect his face. He wanted to try it, so he asked, "Brother Zhang, did you paint it yourself, or did you ask someone else to paint it? I also want to paint one on my face."
"Nonsense!"
"Only prisoners and slaves would tattoo their faces. How inappropriate would it be for you to draw something like this? It's neither fish nor fowl!"
Zial suddenly yelled.
Zhang Xiaozu touched his nose awkwardly, thinking that no wonder Zial looked displeased when he first saw him. It turned out to be the trouble caused by the pattern on his face.
"Ancestor, this is painted, not tattooed." Qi Yu explained.
"In my opinion, there is no difference." Ziard said.
Qi Yu smiled when he heard this and asked: "Ancestor, is there any difference in your eyes between an eighteen-year-old girl and an eighty-year-old woman?"
"No difference." Zial glared at Qi Yu.
Qi Yu chuckled and said to himself: "The eighteen-year-old girl and the eighty-year-old old woman are very different in my eyes. I can follow the eighteen-year-old girl for eighteen streets."
I feel tired, but I don’t want to take another look at the eighty-year-old woman. Ancestor, you want to scold me for being lecherous, don’t you?”
Qi'ar opened his mouth halfway and closed it again because he was hit by Qi Yuyan.
Qi Yu went on to say: "Luxuriousness is only a superficial reason, the fundamental reason is youth.
If you don’t believe me, think back to when you were young, did you also like 18-year-old girls?
Are you also curious about new things?
Looking back now, don't you feel good about being young?
Why is it good to be young? Because young people are energetic, energetic and full of enthusiasm for life.
Look at Jinyao, will she still be able to run around like this innocently and unrestrainedly in thirty years?
At that time, she might have become a woman and was bound by various dogma and etiquette. Even though she longed to run, she couldn't let go of her identity.
In eighty years' time, she probably wouldn't even think about it.
I can only look for the carefree and happy time in my memories.
Therefore, young people should seize the opportunity to enjoy their youthful time, and don't wait until they are old and regret it later.
What do you think?"
Zi'ar listened to Qi Yu's tirade and couldn't help laughing. He raised his finger and pointed at Qi Yu, laughing and scolding: "You brat, you always have a lot of fallacies and heresies. I can't speak to you."
In fact, he already felt in his heart that what Qi Yu said made sense.
Zhang Xiaozu was also stunned for a moment after hearing this. He didn't expect Qi Yu to be so eloquent.
After such a debate, he not only defined face painting as a new thing that young people like, but it was completely different from the nature of tattoos on the faces of slaves and prisoners.
He found a reasonable explanation for his lust.
But what Zhang Xiaozu saw more was Qi'ar's tolerance and doting on Qiyu, because if it were a descendant who was not favored by him and talked back to him like this, he probably wouldn't have said anything yet.
After two sentences, he slapped me away.
Qi Yu smiled and saluted Qi'ar and said, "Young man wants to experience something new, please allow me, ancestor."
Qi'ar waved his hand, indicating to Qi Yu that it was casual.
"Hehe..." Qi Yu chuckled proudly, winked at Zhang Xiaopou, and asked again: "Brother Zhang, did you draw the painting on your face yourself?"
Zhang Xiaozu shook his head and said: "I painted it at a street stall. Although it was a street stall, the boss's craftsmanship was really amazing. You see, I have been painting this for several days, and it is still so vivid.
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"Can't you wash it off?" Qi Yu asked with a frown.
"There are those that are easy to wash off, and there are those that are not easy to wash off. The one I chose is not easy to wash off. It will take ten days and a half to wash off."
"Brother Zhang, could you please help me show you the way? I want to try it too, I think it's quite interesting."
"No problem." Zhang Xiaozu agreed happily.
Qi Yu looked at Qi Jinyao and shouted: "Jinyao, uncle, I'm going shopping, are you going?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Jinyao screamed "Ah", turned to Qi Yu with surprise on her face, and asked: "Uncle, can I... go?"
Her clear and bright eyes were full of expectation.
"This..." Qi Yu scratched his head and said, "You have to ask the ancestor for instructions first."
"Oh" the look of surprise on Qi Jinyao's face suddenly dimmed, she turned to look at Qi'ar, pouted and asked in a low voice: "Ancestor, can I go?"
When she asked Qi Yu just now, every word was full of joy, but when she turned to ask Qi'ar, her voice suddenly became weak, as if she already knew that Qi'ar would not agree.
Because Qi'ar has always been strict with Qi Jinyao and rarely allows her to go out to play. It is a great gift for her to come to Paradise City alone this time.
Qi Yu quickly helped Qi Jinyao and said: "Ancestor, don't worry, as long as I am here, no one will bully Jinyao."
Qi Jinyao looked so pitiful that Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but want to say a few words to her.
But even if Qi Jinyao is not so pitiful, Zhang Xiaozu still wants to say a few words for her, because this is the best opportunity to get rid of Qi'er.
Qi'ar waved to Qi Jinyao and said: "Go, but you must be back before nine o'clock in the evening."
"Ah, is it true? Ancestor, you are so kind!"
"Yeah yeah yeah!"
"Uncle, let's go quickly!"
Qi Jinyao jumped up and down with joy, her whole body glowing with a cheerful girlish air.
Zhang Xiaozu and the other three looked at her cheerful look, and all of them were unconsciously affected by it, and the corners of their mouths raised a smile.
"Why…"
"The child has grown up and it's time to let go."
"The good times always fly by so fast."
Looking at the back of Qi Jinyao jumping away, Qi'er sighed inwardly.
I felt a little sad and lonely for a while.
He has lived for more than 4,000 years and has long lost his passion for life. Every day he is surrounded by boredom and loneliness, which is lifeless.
However, the appearance of Qi Jinyao stirred up his boring and lonely life. Her innocence infected him, making him feel that life had brightness again and became lively and interesting.
He was so strict with Qi Jinyao, but he had hidden selfish motives. He didn't want Qi Jinyao to be exposed to the colorful world outside, because once Qi Jinyao was attracted by the outside world, he would be bored with this boring old man.
He wanted Qi Jinyao to spend more time with him.
But as the children grow older, they eventually have to let go.
So when he watched Qi Jinyao go away, what he saw was that Qi Jinyao was leaving his world step by step.
His world will return to its previous boring and lonely state.
"I don't want to live such a boring life anymore, I have to add some passion and brilliance to my life."
"Thinking back to those days when I was full of energy, fighting against people and the heavens, and it was endless fun."
"Fight against the sky!"
Zial stood up, looked at the sky and stretched.
His heart was no longer willing to be lonely, and he was ready to stand up like Liu Xiangrong and bravely attack the shackles.
Whether you succeed or fail, you will never leave any regrets in your life.
But when he thought that if the attack failed, he might be wiped out and completely disappear from this world, he felt a sudden tremor in his heart and a sense of fear.
"I shrink down every day, and I really turn into a coward!"