Not worth it

Qianyu had a dream.

Qianyu in the dream swims to Longmen with other fish.

But only Qianyu himself turned into a dragon, he was very happy, so he flew over one mountain after another, feeling the wind blowing, feeling extremely happy.

The clouds were moved by him, the air began to thin, and thunder and lightning fell from above the clouds, shaking out rain.

Qian Yu watched the drop of water around her curiously, thinking it was so beautiful, she also turned into a drop of water.

The thousand fish that turned into water drops kept falling, and fell on Qin Fei's face, and landed in Qin Fei's eyes.

Qian Yu opened his eyes, and Qin Fei was looking at him.Qin Fei's expression was the same as usual, he looked like a gentle and gentle man.

Qian Yu quickly got up and saluted: "Master."

Qin Fei stared at him for a while, then raised his head and said, "The weather is bad, let's go back quickly."

Qianmo next to him interjected, "It's going to rain again in the north, but there's no water falling in the south. I don't know what the Dragon King thinks."

It's really no wonder Qianmo complained.

There is a river in the middle of their town, called Leijiang River.

There is another allusion to the name of the River of Tears.It is said that an immortal cried in the sky after his lover passed away, and the tears spilled here became a river. The immortal's lover was named Jiang, so the river was named Leijiang River.

Now the north side of the Leijiang River is in good weather, but the south side is suffering from drought, the drainage into the fields does not grow crops, but the weeds grow fast, the land has been barren for a few years, and most people have moved to the north side of the Leijiang River.

The ancestral house of the Qin family is in the south, and the juniors will bring people back to clean it every other month.

But Qianyu, the little servant beside Qin Fei, is used to being lazy, so he ran to Qin Fei's former house to take a nap when he was not prepared.

On the way back, the acquaintance Qianmo joked: "Yu'er (please read it in one word, thank you), what dream did you have again today? Is it Chen Xiang saving the mother or Nezha cutting the meat? Is it the seventh sister?" Should I go down to earth or return the favor with the white snake?"

Qian Yu snorted and said, "You only know these few allusions. What I dreamed today was Yu Leaping over the Dragon's Gate and Transforming into the Dragon's Rain!" He said and made a face at Qian Mo.

Although Qin Fei took a step ahead of the two of them and seemed not to care about what was behind, he kept listening to the movement, and felt that he was cheeky when he heard this.

Qian Mo studied pen and ink with him since he was a child. If he hadn't been a slave, he might have been able to be a scholar just like himself; Qian Yu was a little beggar picked up later, even if he followed him, he didn't study hard.

Qin Fei couldn't help but joked: "What? Qianyu, are you going to be the Dragon King and bring us rain in Nanzhen?"

Knowing that his master was teasing him, Qian Yu stuck out his tongue and made a face at his back: "If I jump the Dragon Gate and become the Dragon King, I will never forget our Nan Town. Whenever there is a shortage of rain, I will make a rain!"

Qin Fei wanted to laugh when he heard it: "Return the rain? You can also make funny faces." It's not that he has eyes behind his back, it's that he has been with him for too long and knows that he will do this.

My young master grabbed Qianyu's braid, and the maids and servants behind Qianmo Qianyu also burst into laughter, making Qianyu blush, and ran away without saying "I don't care about you" without a trace.

Qianyu has always been like this, and no one in the house said he didn't understand the rules.Because within a few days after picking up Qianyu, Qin Fei's severe cough and hemoptysis healed up, and he never had it again as long as Qianyu was by his side.

It is said that Qian Yu is a servant, but in fact he is not a slave, but Master Qin asked him to follow Qin Fei to protect Qin Fei's life, so if there are no major incidents on weekdays, he is up to him.

When Qin Fei and his party were walking back to the mansion, Qian Yu was still bargaining with the wine sellers walking around the streets and adding: "If you are two pennies cheaper, I will buy an extra jar."

Xu Shi, the wine seller, was pestered by him for a long time, and said impatiently: "I can't make a few pennies in total for the wine I make. If you really don't want to buy it, just leave."

Qian Yu pursed her lips: "I bought it again because I thought your wine tasted good after drinking it last time."

"You didn't bargain last time."

"I only bought one jar last time, so I want to buy two jars today."

Qin Fei couldn't see it, so he asked Qian Mo to pay for copper coins to buy wine.

When the wine seller left with his load, Qian Yu made a furtive expression: "Master, I think this wine seller is not easy."

The servants have all gone back to the mansion, and the three of them are left here. Qin Fei raised his eyebrows and looked at him, thinking that he was just looking for trouble: "If you have nothing to do, go write big characters later, write your name correctly first, and then come to me. Tell me."

"I already know how to write! I'll show it to the young master!" He said as he pulled out his wooden hairpin and drew a few strokes on the ground, drawing a few lines that looked like fish and dragons together.

Although Qian Mo always teased him on weekdays, she was not as rude as rolling her eyes at this time, "You are writing? You are drawing!"

Qin Fei's expression was also bad, and he stopped smiling at Qian Yu: "You write when you get back, and come see me when you can write your name well."

He said to Qianmo again: "You go to read his handwriting three times a day, and continue writing if you don't look like it. Give him the wine and let's go."

Qian Yu stared blankly at the young master and Qian Mo leaving, leaving herself at the door.He held a hairpin in one hand and two jars of wine in the other. His hair moved with the wind, occasionally blocking his view.

In fact, he didn't quite understand why the young master suddenly became angry?

The clouds in the sky were already very dark, Qian Yu glanced at it, and thought discouragedly: If only I were the dragon in my dream, I would be able to fly freely, fly happily, and even turn into raindrops for fun.