The girl held the wolf's finger in her fingers, and after staining it with ink, she walked in front of Xiao Cheng.

"Stand still. ”

The light tone of voice came into his ears, and Xiao Cheng stood there without moving.

He couldn't see what Jia Hotaru was doing standing behind him, and when he saw the suddenly shocked faces of the group of people around him, a touch of curiosity rose from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't restrain himself.

Xiao Cheng still didn't move, only twisted his neck, trying to look behind as much as possible.

The sight crashed into the girl's delicate face, raising her face to look at a certain look, focused and quiet.

Xiao Cheng was amazed by these eyes for a moment.

There was a slight light in his eyes, and he looked at Jia Hotaru's eyes involuntarily revealing inquiry, and the inquiring gaze was like a thin blade, sharp as cutting into human flesh and blood, as if it had slice people without leaving a single secret.

"Have you seen enough?"

As the words came out of Jia Ying's mouth, her eyes were still focused on the tulle of Xiao Cheng's robes.

Xiao Cheng paused, his eyes converged, and he moved away from Jia Ying's face.

It's just that from his point of view, he still can't see what Kahotaru is doing on his clothes.

Pen and ink yarn.

Painting on the spot.

Fortunately, both Jia Ying and Li Muqing were stunned by her lightweight lifting technique.

Painting on light gauze is not the same as painting on paper, it can be dyed or seeped into the fabric of the robe inside.

The competition is just around the corner, and if Xiao Cheng's performance costume is destroyed, he can't think of making another identical one.

In other words, at the moment, as long as there is a small mistake, it will bring a big disadvantage to his side.

Ink dyes cicada wings, clouds and water.

Beauty!

Even laymen who don't know how to paint, just look at the black and white, and gradually form a painting between the brush and ink outlines, you can feel this clear and intuitive beauty.

Compared with the amazing stunt of ink on the yarn, the beauty is the artistic conception of the whole painting, and at a glance you can only understand the indescribable charm of Chinese ink painting.

And what's even more beautiful is ......

A tall man with black hair and white clothes.

The thin girl holding the pen behind him, with two layers of sleeves rolled up, revealing half of the white forearm, pinching the slender jade fingers of the brush, and pressing the slightly warped arc of the fingertips, all seem to reveal a poetic rhyme.

Her gaze moved with the tip of the pen, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were as calm as a mirror.

Everything around her seemed to be non-existent, and time became light as it passed through her.

Obviously, the person wearing ancient clothes is Xiao Cheng, and Jia Ying, who is dressed in modern casual clothes, harmoniously blends in with him. It is even more indescribable than Xiao Cheng's ancient charm, and its every move is elegant and vulgar, as if there is a dark fragrance, which makes people intoxicated.

When she finished drawing her outer veil and put down the brush and looked up, she noticed that the eyes of the people around her were not quite right, and she realized that something was wrong with her.

- The Prajna Heart Sutra has broken through one layer.

When she was in the other world, she used to write and paint to calm her mind and restrain her soul from disharmony.

Once these habits are formed, they are integrated into the soul, and Jia Hotaru did not expect to break through naturally at such a time.

After all, they were all people who had reached the fourth level of the Prajna Heart Sutra back then, and breaking through this layer was even more natural than at the beginning, and they didn't realize it when they painted.

Jia Ying glanced at everyone, and quietly converged the Qi that was running on its own in her body, and the dark fragrance that seemed to be there became more imperceptible.

Only at this time, Xiao Cheng, who was closest to Jia Ying, could still faintly smell it.

This kind of dark fragrance is like silk, like aquatic incense, both clear and charming, if warm and cool, continuous but not entangled, let people smell a drop of ripples in the heart field, constructing a hazy dream.

Xiao Cheng sniffed, instinctively wanted to smell it more carefully, but he couldn't smell anything, it was really like a dream was an illusion.

He turned his head thoughtfully to look at Kahoru.

Just as Jia Ying said, "The outer robe is off." ”

As soon as she spoke, she pulled the others back to reality with a switch.

The atmosphere of the scene changed from static to dynamic.

The assistant caught Xiao Cheng's robe after realizing it, and cautiously called another colleague to come over to help, and the two of them pulled one end at a time, for fear of breaking the ink that Jia Ying had just completed.

No one thinks it's an exaggeration to say that they are overly cautious.

Li Muqing even felt that it was not enough, so let them put up their robes first.

The robe is erected by a shelf, neatly hanging from the front and back, and the ink painting is laid down for better appreciation.

At first glance, it is a new feeling, three points less agile and three more quiet than when it was worn on Xiao Cheng's body.

“...... Is this really drawn by the boss?"

"Are you blind?

"No, I just saw it, or do I think it's too incredible, right?"

The work assistant lowered his voice and muttered in a voice that only those around him could hear.

Li Muqing glared at them and motioned for them to be quiet.

They looked forward: the boss had a pen again!

Quickly close your mouth, and your breathing will be slowed down unconsciously.

The wolf, which was one size larger than the previous brush, looked a little rough in Jia's hand.

This time, she didn't paint on Xiao Cheng's clothes, and as soon as she put down her pen, she was as neat and wild as a storm.

In less than a few minutes, Hotaru put the pen down, "Okay. ”

The ink-colored cursive script was covered with white robes, extremely casual and extremely arrogant, coupled with Xiao Cheng's cold and lazy face, and he was instantly elevated to the point that mortals did not dare to approach easily.

The eye-catching assistant came over with a glass of water to wash her hands.

It turned out that Hotaru had some ink stains on her fingers.

She twisted her fingers in the water, and Li Muqing handed her a cleansing towel to wipe her hands.

A figure approached at the door, stopping the action of Ka Hotaru, who was about to pick it up, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

Nearly 1.9 meters tall, the black suit has neat and elegant lines, which sets off the man's body proportions comparable to that of international supermodels.

The black hair is clearly combed at the back of the head, revealing a white and full forehead, and the eyebrow bones are slightly higher than those of ordinary Orientals, making the eye sockets hazy with a layer of shallow shade of depth, and the moment the indifferent black eyes saw the girl, the dark clouds spread out to see the moon, and the soft luster illuminated the secrets of the depths, and the most dangerous places also bloomed the most beautiful flowers.

Overly perfect appearance, elegant temperament, accompanied by an unattainable aura.

As soon as Jia Lan appeared here, the people around him unconsciously put away their relaxed posture, and the atmosphere of the scene changed.

Among all of them, Garu was the same as ever, and after her eyes met Garan, she suddenly remembered something.

The left hand reached into the trouser pocket and felt the soft and silky touch.

He took out a dark blue handkerchief with a gold pattern embroidered on the edge from his pocket, and was just about to wipe his hands when he was held by Garan who walked in front of him.

The man holding her hand, with his eyelashes drooping, wiped her fingers carefully and slowly.

After he finished wiping it, he folded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, replaced it with a new one in his pocket and put it in Jia Hotaru's hand, and the indifferent and inviolable aura around him softened a lot.

Kahoru looked at the same handkerchief in her hand, didn't say anything, and stuffed it into her pocket.

......

Time pulls back to last night.

When it was time to go to bed, Garan naturally called her to the room, took off her shirt and sat on the bed, taking her hand and putting it on her abdomen.

Once raw and twice cooked.

Jia Lan insisted on helping her cultivate more than her, and Jia Ying repeatedly determined that this was harmless to Jia Lan, so she was calm.

After running for a few days with the assistance of Jialan, Jiaying asked Jialan how the Prajna Heart Sutra was doing.

The two chatted for an hour, and then Garan touched her head, "It's not early, Hotaru should go to bed." ”

Kahotaru blinked, "Oh. ”

She had just stood up when her arms were being pulled.

Look back.

Garan looked at her quietly, "Is Hotaru still scared?"

After saying this, the thin lips of the vermilion pursed, opened a small slit and closed again.

The naked upper body with a jade luster in the light, the man who looked up had a strand of black hair, which was mischievously curled out from the head shape that was pulled back from his forehead, and landed on the left eyebrow.

As if tickled by this hair, Garan blinked her eyelashes, her eyes were momentarily confused, and then continued to look at Ka Hotaru.

Just one sentence: Do you want my brother to sleep with you?

Jiaying originally wanted to refuse, but her heart softened when she saw Jialan's eyes after her small movements.

When he staggered his gaze with Garan, he lowered his gaze just in time to see him grasping his hand.

The X-ray pictures I had seen in the morning suddenly came to my mind.

- The boy's twisted and broken fingers, limbs.

Kahotaru's body tensed.

"Hotaru-chan?"

"Hmm. ”

Hotaru looked up and sighed.

"I'm afraid. ”

......

In the morning, Jia Ying walked out of Jia Lan's room, and when she met Steward Dong, she saw the old man looking at her with a loving smile on his face.

Don't think that in this way, she can't see the teasing in Steward Dong's eyes.

Okay.

That's right.

It was she who said she was going to teach Garan a lesson for doing something stupid.

As a result, she was soft-hearted.

didn't talk to Steward Dong, Jia Ying went to change her clothes, and when she saw Jia Lan, who was already waiting, she didn't say anything again, and the brother and sister went out for a morning run together as usual.

After returning from a morning run and having breakfast, Garan stepped out first, but put a folded dark blue handkerchief in her pocket before going out.

Hotaru wondered, what do you mean?

Jia Lan gently pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, "In the future, I will use the same one as my brother, the original material is not good." ”

"Oh. Kahoru glanced at him and replied noncommittally.

Watch Garan leave.

Gahotar called Ander.

"How did you report me to Garan?"

Swept by the girl's emotionless gaze, Ander, who was as tall as a bear, also felt the pressure.

He repeats what he said word for word.

After listening to this, Kahoru nodded.

Without adding personal understanding, it is the most bland kind of talking.

"I don't have to report to him in the future, and when Garan asked, he said that I said it. ”

Ander responded and looked at Jia Ying inquiringly.

I didn't see Ka Hotaru's dissatisfied look, but he didn't seem to care too much.

It's true that Hotaru didn't get angry with Garan about this, but she didn't plan for Ander to continue reporting her daily life to Garan.

The reason why the material is not good can be taken out?

She pretended to believe it.