The woman named Xiao Long'er, who was the little dance girl who used to dance in ***, said something shocking. Then she went crazy like a shrew and put Meng Xinghe's paintings on the stall. He turned over and grabbed Meng Xinghe's arm with one hand, trying to pull him to his home in Dongshi.
How could a man like Meng Xinghe be treated calmly by this woman who was making such a fuss without thinking? He took Xiao Longer's hand away rudely and said helplessly: "Girl, please respect yourself. I still want to paint." Please don't disturb my business."
Xiao Long'er was obviously taken aback. Then she laughed in a mournful voice and said: "Okay. I'm going. We won't see you until we see you. But if you still have a conscience, go and have sex with that woman named Long Suxin." Explain it clearly. Let her stop stupidly waiting for a betrayed person to appear. You can't afford to hurt her, and she can't afford to be hurt either. I'm not begging you, nor do I want you to pity us. I just want to say it solemnly. One sentence. The debt you owe. Don’t think that you can live with peace of mind if you can hide for a lifetime. My mother has loved and waited for a lifetime. Her last wish is to let her Saburo eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by her own hands. She Even if I die, I feel that I am willing to endure the most painful torture for a man."
Meng Xinghe listened in confusion. It seemed that the bastard he had transformed into was an unexplained relationship between the Holy King of the Taiping Sect and Xiao Longer's mother. However, he didn't know anything. He rearranged the painting stall, put on the rice paper again, and said to the nymphomaniac ladies behind Xiao Longer who wanted to paint: "Pictures of beauties. Three taels of silver a set. Whoever wants to paint, please come here." There is a queue behind a lady."
Pointing to the queue behind Xiao Long'er, Meng Xinghe picked up the black paintbrush. Using the memory of Shuijingfang that day and the face of Xiao Long'er in front of him, he quickly painted a simple and elegant picture of a beauty.
His nonchalant answer made Xiao Longer in front of him look at him in confusion. If this man had any conscience at all, why he was indifferent to his words. The only explanation is that he might have forgotten that Long Suxin was there. This person, or in his mind, Long Suxin is not worth remembering at all.
A woman he had waited for and loved for twenty years was so miserable in his eyes. Xiao Longer was not polite to Meng Xinghe. He suddenly grabbed the picture of a beauty on the painting stall and pushed him away. He was angry. However, he walked away and cursed fiercely: "What bullshit. The Palace of Eternal Life on July 7th. Everything is fake. Even emotions are fake. Human emotions are so hypocritical. It's so ugly that it makes people sick. We won't do that." If I bother you again, you will be punished."
It was almost a curse and a threat. Xiao Longer suddenly became less docile. There was a roaring black energy surrounding her face, making her difficult to understand. I saw her standing in the crowd just now. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, she would already be there? Disappeared. Many people were stunned on the spot. They couldn't believe that Xiao Long'er could disappear so quickly.
Meng Xinghe couldn't believe that there was such a god in the world. But he went to Shuijingfang that day and heard Xiao Long'er's mother, Long Suxin, mention something about the aura of ambergris saliva. She must have a good foundation in martial arts like Aunt Yun. Of course, Xiao Long'er was not much different. Let's just think of her rapid disappearance as having practiced a certain kind of martial arts to the extreme to leave so quickly.
The episode of Xiao Long'er's departure did not affect Meng Xinghe's continued painting. Before receiving the notice of retreat from Aunt Yun, he had to endure the wolf-like gaze of those nymphomaniac ladies in front of the crowded Imperial College. Then he drew pictures of beauties for them in a serious manner. This was indeed an uninteresting and purposeless job. Meng Xinghe was very tired. His hands were almost sore from drawing dozens of pictures of beauties. However, he did not dare to fight. Wandering around with that devilish sign on his face, because he knew that Aunt Yun was very concerned about this matter.
He continued to paint carelessly. As long as the woman paid three taels of silver, she could get a painting of a beauty from his hands. However, Meng Xinghe knew that those women only wanted to admire his handsome face. As for the painting Painting or whatever, they are all just excuses.
The author danced with the brush in such a mechanical way. Meng Xinghe was not in the mood to look up and see how the ladies in front of him were getting fatter and thinner. So he took a picture of beauties and sent away a difficult nympho lady. Meng Xinghe originally I wanted to put down my writing and rest for a while, but my nose sniffed around. It smelled so familiar, like the faint scent of camellia. I have definitely smelled it before.
Meng Xinghe immediately made a judgment on the sudden fragrance in the air. Then he raised his head happily and saw not far from the painting stall. In front of the Xiangguo Temple, a person like him slowly walked out of a gorgeous sedan, dressed in heavenly clothes. Woman in blue dress.
She saw Meng Xinghe.
Meng Xinghe also saw her.
The two of them seemed to have known each other for several lifetimes. They just stared at each other without moving, letting the flow of people around them continue.
She suddenly smiled at Meng Xinghe. All the rivers melted, willows flew and flowers bloomed. Spring returned and the earth was as beautiful as the earth. She was astonished. It was like two people who had known each other among millions of people. They met by chance and smiled calmly. . is worth a thousand words. However, Meng Xinghe held the paintbrush in his hand and looked at the woman wearing a sky blue slim-fitting dress. One hand paused in the air. It’s not like he had never seen women before. The three ladies in his family .Which one is not beautiful and fragrant. But in front of this woman wearing sky blue clothes, Meng Xinghe actually has an unforgettable feeling. It's like the woman opposite. He has been waiting for several reincarnations and finally failed. The person who appears is always hidden in men's hearts.
Meng Xinghe, who had never believed in a previous marriage, had to admit this time that things in the world are so mysterious. Some women, if you look at them for a hundred times, or even for a lifetime, you will never have that feeling of déjà vu. And some women .Even if it is just a glimpse, you can not only remember her appearance, but even her temperament and appearance. You will always think about whether it is fate or not. Maybe it is destined to be a marriage.
Meng Xinghe looked at the woman walking towards him with some honesty, and gently sat down in front of his painting stall. Looking at Meng Xinghe's face that was a devil to all women in the world, he said curiously: "Sir, he also paints. "
"It's a small fight." Meng Xinghe nodded lightly. Originally, he had always thought that this woman was the mysterious and idiotic fairy sister, because the scent of both of them was the faint scent of camellia. But Meng Xinghe knew that she didn't have any idea. It's not Fairy Sister. Because their eyes are not the same. Fairy Sister is the kind of indifferent and uncontested. But the woman in front of her is not. But they have something in common. That is, those eyes are more beautiful than many women. .Like an apricot kernel. There is a bright black pearl inlaid in the middle.
"Sir, can you draw peonies? I can't. So I would like to ask you to draw one on behalf of the little girl." Unexpectedly, a woman who is alluring to the country and makes the wealthy ladies around her jealous. She actually said such a straightforward statement so generously. However, because of this statement, she suddenly became a lot more charming. Because it is virtue for a woman to have no talent, especially for such a coveted woman. It even makes countless men wish they could keep it in their boudoir as a canary and use it to hide their darlings in a golden house.
"I only paint pictures of beauties. If Miss wants to paint one, I'll give you three taels of silver and I'll start painting immediately." At this moment, Meng Xinghe returned to his previous troubles and became much calmer. He carefully observed the incomparable person in front of him. A picky woman. Under her light eyebrows, her delicate facial features. Everything is so beautiful and just right. She is simply a representative of a typical oriental beauty. No wonder countless men cast unkind glances at her just now. If Meng Xinghe hadn't passed by Baptized by the flames of war, and there were several beautiful wives at home. Like those rude animals, I was fascinated by this woman who was not gorgeously dressed, but was unparalleled in the world.
Meng Xinghe didn't find it offensive to use this word for "unparalleled in the world". The woman in front of him could indeed be regarded as "unparalleled in the world", but Meng Xinghe had not yet fallen to the point of groveling when he saw a beautiful woman.
"Bold. How dare you be rude to the military advisor." A man jumped out when Meng Xinghe said he only painted pictures of beauties. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was taller than Meng Xinghe. He was so angry that he almost waved his hand. He used his fists to smash Meng Xinghe's painting stall to pieces. Fortunately, he was stopped by the woman he called his military advisor, who said: "Cheng De, don't be rude."
Cheng De took a step back, lowered his head and remained silent.
The woman said as usual: "Okay. Since sir likes to draw pictures of beauties, I will ask him to draw one for me today."
Meng Xinghe began to lay out paper to draw. He was about to start writing. But the woman stretched out her hand to stop him. She smiled and said: "It's not a good place to paint. Sir, please come in."
Meng Xinghe picked up his drawing tools. As long as it was a picture of a beautiful woman, he would draw it. This was Aunt Yun's instruction.
As the woman passed through the gate of Xiangguo Temple, the inside was still surrounded by smoke. Meng Xinghe was familiar with this place. He had been here several times, so the general direction was relatively clear. He followed the woman and gradually walked inside. He came to a garden gate. Meng Xinghe Xinghe always felt that he had been here before, but he couldn't remember when that happened. He was a grown-up man, and he didn't have to worry about anything. He walked in without thinking.
The whole courtyard was filled with blooming peonies. There were also several well-behaved women taking care of the flowers. The woman came to a pavilion in the courtyard where the peonies were in full bloom. She smiled lightly and said, "Sir, you can paint now."
From beginning to end, the woman never asked Meng Xinghe to paint peonies. But now the woman was sitting in the garden with the peonies in full bloom. It was difficult for Meng Xinghe not to use peonies as a background. He secretly thought that this woman was really shrewd. He solved his problem calmly. He seems to be a character who cannot be judged by his face. He is absolutely dangerous.
"What? Don't you want to draw, sir?" The woman saw that Meng Xinghe was hesitant. She suddenly laughed and asked. It would bring disaster to the country and the people.
"Paint." Meng Xinghe picked up the pen and painted seriously according to the appearance of the woman in front of him.