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Although Jiang Xinyue didn't know what use these characters were for Xiao Qiu, she wasn't stupid. She knew they would definitely be important for Xiao Qiu in the future, which was why she seemed so eager.

"I don't think those characters are difficult, so why can't Xiao Qiu learn them?"

"It's not difficult for you, but it's very difficult for Xiao Qiu. You can urge her to practice more when you have time. The incense ash is in my drawer, take it yourself, but don't take too much at once, that stuff is hard to collect..."

"Okay, I understand."

Jiang Xinyue quickly agreed, but her voice was a little soft.

"Oh, I've learned it!" Xiao Qiu cheered at that moment.

Shen Qingzhou and Jiang Xinyue were both surprised to hear this. They stood up and walked towards Xiao Qiu, with Jiang Xinyue beaming with joy.

"My daughter Xiaoqiu is really smart," she said.

Shen Qingzhou walked to the table and said to Xiao Qiu, "Write another one for me to see."

Okay.

Xiao Qiu agreed, and then used her little finger to draw a "⩊" shape on the incense ash. This time, she didn't look at the "⩊" shape while writing, but looked at her fingertip, which is why she said she had learned it.

However, the characters were still crooked and twisted, like an earthworm.

"No, it should be like this."

Jiang Xinyue casually drew a perfectly standard "⩊" on the incense ash.

But when Xiao Qiu saw it, she immediately exclaimed, "Mom, this is wrong! Mom, you're so stupid! It's not written the same way as Guo Guo's!"

"What's different?"

Jiang Xinyue looked at the character "⩊" written by Shen Qingzhou. Although it was not exactly the same, it was very similar.

"It's just different," Xiao Qiu insisted.

Jiang Xinyue wanted to say more, but Shen Qingzhou interrupted her, saying, "Alright, Xiao Qiu is right. You only saw the form, not the spirit. Xiao Qiu is very talented."

As Shen Qingzhou spoke, he reached out and wiped away all the writing from the incense ash before saying to Xiao Qiu, "Try writing it again."

Xiao Qiu did as she was told, and wrote on the incense ash again with her little hand. It still looked like a little earthworm, but Shen Qingzhou was very satisfied.

"Practice more when you have time. I'll teach you something new when you've really mastered it."

"I'll urge her on," Jiang Xinyue quickly said, but she was puzzled. Hadn't Xiao Qiu already learned it? Even though she was a bit ugly.

But Xiao Qiu herself knew that what she wrote was actually different from what Guo Guo wrote, only slightly similar.

Therefore, she could understand what Shen Qingzhou meant when he said he had learned it.

"What kind of character is this? Mountain?" Jiang Xinyue asked curiously. She had just come out of the kitchen and hadn't heard their conversation.

"This is fire," Xiao Qiu loudly corrected her mother.

"Fire?" Jiang Xinyue frowned. "If it's fire, it looks a bit like a hieroglyphic character."

"It does look somewhat similar," Shen Qingzhou said.

But in reality, they are worlds apart. The reason he taught Xiao Qiu the first word was "fire" is because fire has a special meaning in human civilization. It is no exaggeration to say that without fire, human civilization might not exist.

Therefore, fire was sacred for a long time; it was the inheritance of civilization, a totem of sacrifice, and a symbol of destruction and rebirth...

Therefore, fire possesses unparalleled power. If Xiao Qiu can comprehend this word, she will benefit immensely in the future.

Shen Qingzhou taught Xiao Qiu for a while longer before letting Jiang Xinyue go back first.

Although there's a saying that goes, "Teasing someone's child makes you think of their mother," he still has his limits and would never slap someone's mother in front of their child.

Jiang Xinyue didn't show much disappointment. Some things can't be rushed. Simmering soup over a low flame will make it richer and tastier.

As for Xiao Qiu, she will naturally sleep in her "Soul-Nourishing Coffin." Shen Qingzhou will not let Jiang Xinyue take this back; that would not be helping her, but harming her.

"Alright, your mother's home now, you should go to sleep too." Shen Qingzhou patted Xiao Qiu's head.

This time, Shen Qingzhou didn't need to use a coffin to put her in; she crawled in on her own.

Shen Qingzhou then took the Soul-Nourishing Coffin back to his room; he was going to sleep too.

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"Splash... splash..."

The gentle sound of flowing water, accompanied by the sound of oars, slowly spread around my ears.

Shen Qingzhou opened her eyes and found herself standing at the stern of the boat, holding the oars in both hands. With a gentle push, the small boat moved forward leisurely.

The green mountains on both sides of the river are faintly visible, the willows sway gently, and a gentle breeze caresses the face, carrying a faint sense of spring.

Sunlight sprinkled on the water, shimmering like broken gold, as if golden scales were darting through the water.

The sounds of monkeys and birdsong on both sides of the river bring life to the whole world.

Su Xi, whom we hadn't seen for many days, appeared at the bow of the ship wearing a silk nightgown.

She looked languid, as if she had had a few drinks. She was looking around in a daze, seemingly not understanding why she had suddenly appeared there.

Shen Qingzhou, standing at the stern, smiled.

"Long time no see," he said.

As his voice rang out, Su Xi's delicate body trembled violently, and she became ethereal and dreamlike, but she quickly regained her balance and seemed to become clear-headed.

"Shen Qingzhou?" she asked, somewhat surprised.

"It's me. Are you surprised?" Shen Qingzhou said with a smile.

"Yes, I never thought I'd see you again. Am I dreaming?" Su Xi looked around curiously.

I guess so.

Shen Qingzhou didn't offer any further explanation, but instead released the oar and walked towards her.

Su Xi stared at him blankly until Shen Qingzhou reached out and lifted her chin, bringing her back to her senses.

Shen Qingzhou didn't hold back and kissed her directly, venting all the anger that had been stirred up during the night on her.

Su Xi wasn't some innocent, pure-hearted girl, so she responded enthusiastically.

Perhaps because of the dream, she felt that she had become exceptionally sensitive, and all her pleasures seemed to be amplified.

Various actions that are impossible in reality can be easily achieved here.

The small boat, having lost its power, floated quietly on the water, its hull gently swaying with the waves, spreading outwards in concentric circles, blurring the reflection of the sky on the water's surface.

Su Xi leaned against the railing of the ship's side, her upper body slightly forward, her loose pajamas fluttering gently in the wind, revealing a radiant white behind her.

She gazed at the green hills and clear waters passing by on both sides of the river, her hair brushing against her cheeks in the spring breeze, her eyes vacant and somewhat dazed.

As the boat rose and fell in sync with the ripples on the water, Su Xi felt light all over, as if she were floating on clouds, completely shedding the shackles of the past.

In the middle of this empty, deserted river, the cries of monkeys from both banks reached her ears. She hummed a tune softly in the wind, feeling carefree and joyful.

This feeling of unbridled relaxation and ultimate joy was something she had never experienced before.

Shen Qingzhou leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I told you, once you took my painting, you're mine."

"I am yours, I will always belong to you, and only to you."

Su Xi murmured softly, as if in a trance.

After an unknown amount of time, the sun gradually set in the west, and the boat slowly came to a stop.

After an unknown amount of time, the retreat was called. Shen Qingzhou leaned against the bow of the boat, while she lay in his arms, being caressed and kneaded by a large hand.

"Where are you now?"

New Zealand.

"You left in too much of a hurry; now it seems you won't be coming back."

"I know... but... but... I... I... never thought I'd see you again."

With a muffled groan, the boat began to heave again.