"Hey, sister Zhiqing." Thinking of the scene where he and He Lingfeng were together just now, Mo Jianchen asked her again: "What were you and Junior Brother He talking about just now?"
Du Zhiqing blinked and said casually: "It's nothing, just some random trivial things."
Mo Jianchen's eyes rolled slightly, with a hint of probing: "Have you... had a good relationship with Junior Brother He?"
"Yes." Du Zhiqing nodded and answered truthfully: "Lingfeng is the apprentice adopted by my father and my mother. Although he is my junior brother, he is several years older than me. He usually treats me like an older brother.
It’s always been very good.”
Mo Jianchen's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was thoughtful, and he asked Du Zhiqing: "Then when did he become a disciple of Uncle-in-law and Aunt Aqing?"
Du Zhiqing thought for a moment and said: "It was the year you left Muzhou City and we left Luanxiang Pavilion. At that time, Lingfeng's parents had passed away. Seeing that he was young and homeless, his parents gave him away.
It has been ten years since I was adopted into Baohuaxuan."
Hearing this, a complicated look flashed across Mo Jianchen's eyes, but I didn't know what he was thinking. He raised the corners of his mouth pretending to be aggrieved, and said in a pretentious manner: "It turns out that these ten people who are not here with me are...
Throughout the years, there has always been someone by your side, no wonder you almost forgot about me."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Du Zhiqing lightly knocked on Mo Jianchen's shoulder and raised his eyebrows, "If I really forgot about you, would I come back to Luanxiang Pavilion to wait for you? How many more conversations would I have had?
I haven’t seen you in heaven, so why are you thinking about me so much?”
After hearing what he said, Mo Jianchen finally put away his aggrieved look, nodded with satisfaction, and smiled evilly: "Look at you, have you finally admitted that you have been thinking about me these past few days?"
"You..." Du Zhiqing knew she had been fooled and stretched out her hand to knock Mo Jianchen on the head, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she took it back.
She just glanced, pouted, and said helplessly: "You are a slippery person, and I really can't do anything to you."
"If you can't help it, what can you do? You have to be my sister Zhiqing obediently." Mo Jianchen looked at her sideways, rolled his eyes proudly and smiled.
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the painting in front of Du Zhiqing. He found that the painting was covered with a handkerchief, and asked curiously: "What were you doing here just now? You were painting again. What were you doing?"
You need to cover up your paintings. Come on, let me see what you have painted today?"
"Hey, you can't see it." Hearing this, Du Zhiqing was shocked and quickly blocked the scroll and said defensively: "You can't see this."
"Oh, why can't I see it?" Mo Jianchen narrowed his eyes and looked at Du Zhiqing with a bit of searching: "Is it possible that you drew something secret about yourself that you don't want me to know?"
Du Zhiqing blushed, lowered his head, and lowered his voice a few degrees, hesitating: "No... no, I just don't want you to see it."
"If you don't let me see it, I will see it."
The more Du Zhiqing refused to let him see it, the more curious he became. He did not give in to Du Zhiqing's obstruction, and took advantage of Du Zhiqing's unpreparedness, tearing off the handkerchief, directly taking the scroll off the flower board, and holding it with both hands
Holding the scroll, he rushed to the sky: "Let me see, what little secret did you draw?"
"Oh, you..." Du Zhiqing was startled and just wanted to stop him, but it was already too late. The painting had already fallen into his hands.
Unfolding the scroll, Mo Jianchen saw a poplar tree painted on the scroll, and under the tree stood a handsome young man holding a long sword.
He looked at the delicate and elegant painting colors, nodded, and exclaimed: "Well, this painting is good, it is indeed vivid. The poplar trees with tall branches and canopies look like real ones, and the flowers under the trees are
This person’s painting is also pretty good.”
"Hey, wait a minute?" Unexpectedly, when his eyes fell on the young man in the painting, his eyebrows suddenly moved. He held his chin with one hand, looked at the painting carefully, and said thoughtfully.
: "Why does the person you drew look so familiar? Why do I feel as if I have seen him often?"
"This clothes, this figure, it looks like it's me..."
"Oh, I see." His eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly turned around and said to Du Zhiqing with a bit of coolness: "I said why don't you let me see it? It turns out that you are secretly drawing me. Are you
Aren’t you impressed by my handsomeness?”
Seeing that he had seen it, Du Zhiqing's face became even redder. She stretched out her hand to snatch the painting from Mo Jianchen's hand, and denied it: "Don't be so sentimental, the painting I painted is not you, hurry up and get rid of it."
Give it back to me!"
"Hahaha, I won't, I won't return it!" Mo Jianchen avoided Du Zhiqing and did not let her grab the scroll. He said with a smile: "You are just painting me. If you don't admit it, I won't."
for you!"
"Mo Jianchen, please give it back to me quickly, don't keep snatching other people's things..." Du Zhiqing still chased her relentlessly and snatched the painting in his hand.
"If you don't give it, I won't give it. If you admit that you are painting me, I will give it to you..." Mo Jianchen took the scroll and ran in the yard, but still did not return the painting to him.
The boy and the girl were chasing each other in the courtyard, and the square courtyard filled with peaches and plums was filled with the laughter and laughter of the boy and girl.
Du Zhiqing chased Mo Jianchen around the yard several times, but Mo Jianchen still didn't return the scroll to her. When she got tired of chasing, she stopped chasing her and just returned to the stone chair to sit down.
She rested her chin on her left hand and put her elbow on the table. She glanced at Mo Jianchen, pouted, and muttered: "You are really annoying. How can you take other people's things and not return them?"
, if you want it, just take it, hum, I don’t care about it.”
"Oh, I'm just playing with you." Seeing Du Zhiqing return to the stone chair and sitting down, and seeing a bit of dissatisfaction in her eyes, Mo Jianchen was afraid that she would be angry if he joked with her like this again, so he stopped.
Go crazy with her.
He also returned to the stone chair and sat down, returned the scroll to Du Zhiqing, and said warmly: "Sister Zhiqing, don't be angry. I just feel that these days have been too boring and boring. I won't see you again."
I just want to joke with you and be lively."
"I don't really want to steal your things. If you don't want to, I won't do it. Hey, I'll give it back to you."
"Huh, that's pretty much it." Du Zhiqing raised the corner of his mouth and took the scroll in his hand.
She was not really angry with him. He unfolded the scroll and spread it in front of the two people. He said lightly: "If you want me to admit it, then admit it. Is there anything I can't admit?
The person under the poplar tree I painted is you, so what?"
"Ah...what?" Mo Jianchen couldn't help being surprised and looked at Du Zhiqing in astonishment.
I just teased her a bit, but I never thought that the person she painted was really me.
Seeing his surprised look, Du Zhiqing couldn't help laughing: "Why are you so surprised? You just said that the painting I drew was yours. Why did I tell you personally that the painting I drew was you?
Are you still so surprised?"
"No...no, sister Zhiqing." Mo Jianchen still blinked twice in a daze, shook his head twice and said: "I just said it casually, just joking with you, I didn't think you
The painting is of me.”
"I just thought you were just practicing your skills and painting a random scene. Could it be that the young man standing under the tree you painted is really me?"
"Hahaha, that's right!" The more she looked at his dumb look, the more Du Zhiqing couldn't help but laugh, "To be honest, what I painted was you, Brother Chen, standing beside Muzhou City.
Under a poplar tree, this is also a scene I have imagined countless times."
"Ah...ah?" Mo Jianchen's eyes glowed with joy, and he looked at Du Zhiqing, with a bit of excitement in his voice: "I was still thinking just now, although I was just joking, but what you drew is
The person does look a bit like me, but I never thought it was really me."
"Sister Zhiqing, why did you suddenly think of painting me in such a scene?"
Du Zhiqing's slender hands gently touched the people on the scroll. Thinking of those warm memories in his mind, he smiled lightly and said: "Actually, this scene is what I have been looking forward to all these years."
"Do you still remember that when you and I were separated when we were children, you told me that when the poplar sapling in Muzhou City grew into a towering tree, that was when you returned to Muzhou?"
"So, I often think about what Brother Chen will be like when he comes back when he grows up. He should grow into a tall and graceful young man. He stands under the poplar tree, holding a long
Jian is full of youthful heroism, and this is probably what he will look like when we meet again."
"I have nothing to do today, so I painted a scene that I have been thinking about all these years. This is also the Brother Chen that I have been thinking about all these years."
"It turns out that you have always kept that promise in your heart all these years." Listening to Du Zhiqing's words, a strong warmth flowed through Mo Jianchen's heart.
He also looked at the painting, chuckled and said, "Actually, those words I said to you back then were just to comfort you, because I was afraid that you would be sad after I left."
So I made that promise. If you look at the poplar sapling and have thoughts in your heart, you won't feel too empty and sad."
"But I never thought that the promise I made back then actually came true. The poplar tree grew from a seedling to a towering tree. I really returned to Muzhou this year and came back to you again.