She suddenly moved her eyes away and suppressed the faint pain in her heart. She turned to look at the portrait of the woman, and her heart was thrust again!
There is a woman in the painting, with a delicate and graceful appearance, with big eyes, as if she could speak, full of spirituality.
My little mouth seems to be upside down, as if I am making a coquettish voice, and as if I am thinking of some bad idea...
This is a fine brushwork painting, from a woman's strand of hair to a fold at the corner of her clothes, it is vividly painted, as if the woman could walk out of the painting in the blink of an eye.
Feng Qingyu is naturally familiar with the appearance of this woman, exactly what she looked like before Nirvana...
There is also a line of words under the drawing: "Qingyu, Master is here, I'll pick you up..."
The font is full of fonts, the dragons and phoenixes are dancing, vigorous and powerful, as if they are about to break out of paper...
Feng Qingyu is quite familiar with calligraphy and paintings, and from this line of words, he actually feels a sad and scent of nowhere to speak of.
It seemed that the man who painted this painting wanted to use his hands to turn back time, and then go to that lonely place to rescue the trapped beloved woman, and say to his beloved woman: "Qingyu, Master is here to pick you up..."
The eyes were slightly sour, Feng Qingyu raised his hand and rubbed it. The door creaked, and a clear and clear voice sounded: "Qingyu, come here, have dinner."
Feng Qingyu turned around and saw Di Shiyin coming into the door. She placed a few side dishes and snacks on the table. The fragrance came to her nose, which was her favorite taste.
It turns out he was going to prepare meals-
This scene is a bit familiar. It seems that several years ago, he was with her. Whenever she was greedy or tired, he would make a table of delicious food to reward her...
Feng Qingyu's heart bumped again, and suddenly felt that he couldn't stand his tender attack.
He pursed his lips: "I've stopped eating now, not to mention that I ate half of the ginseng fruit last night, so I'm not hungry."
Indra raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Are you not hungry? Then eat with me. Eating some more will not last you. Could it be that you still have to lose weight now?"
Originally, she was uncontrollable every time she ate what he cooked. After eating too much, she would roll in his arms and complain, for fear of gaining weight, and yelled to lose weight, which made him rub her belly and digest her energy every time.
, and often rubbed onto the bed as I rubbed it—
Feng Qingyu: "..." Memories are like tides and come up from time to time.
She was so excited that she was holding her little hand and pulled her to the table to sit down: "You are a little hungry if you are not hungry, come and have some food with you." She put a pair of chopsticks into her little hand.
"Knock, knock--" A few light knocks suddenly came from outside.
Di Shiyin raised his eyebrows and said that at this time, someone else could come in: "Liang Yue, what's the matter?"
"Master, how big is your body?" It was indeed Yun Yin Lianyue outside the door, and he asked respectfully.
"It's okay, you go back." Di Shiyin answered lazily. He didn't want people to disturb him at this time.
"Master, I have something to report to you."
"What's the matter?"
"A woman named Qinghuan came from outside the garden. She said she was your disciple and wanted to ask to see the master-"