After a while, Sister Feng twisted the waist of the water snake and went downstairs, looking at Sang Qingrou meaningfully. How high Jiang Li's shelf is, Sister Feng sees it in her eyes, and now she is breaking the stereotypes again and again for such a yellow-haired girl. She was very curious about what was so different about the girl in front of her who was dressed as a man.

Sang Qingrou generously let her see, and seeing that she didn't retract her eyes for a long time, she smiled and said, "What's the matter? Sister Feng has seen enough?"

Sister Feng chuckled: "It's a pity!"

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that you're not from my Yunxiang Building. Otherwise, I will definitely hold you as the top brand of my Yunxiang Building, and I can even become the first Oiran in the entire Yongdu City. Girl, when will you not be able to mix in the future, come to me, I can let you be a clearer. ”

Sang Qingrou was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Then I want to thank Sister Feng for her kindness! However, I don't think I should be so bad. I won't allow myself to go that far!"

"Sounds ambitious, don't underestimate what we do. There are some things that no one else can do, only we can do. Forget it, Mr. Jiang is upstairs, you can go up by yourself!"

"Thank you, Sister Feng. ”

"You're welcome!" she yawned and walked to the backyard, ignoring Sang Qingrou again.

Sang Qingrou looked at the silent Yunxiang Building at the moment, and then thought about the night of Yunxiang Building, and couldn't help but sigh. This kind of place, sure enough, is more lively at night.

When she arrived at Jiang Li's room, Jiang Li was half-leaning on the soft collapse and ordered someone to put her portrait in front of her.

His long hair was scattered, his clothes were half-undone, revealing his smooth chest, this appearance, lazy and full of ruffianism, like a prodigal son.

These are completely two people from Jiang Li, whom Sang Qingrou saw for the first time!

"You're here?" he said, his thin lips furrowed, and his voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was greeting an old friend.

"You seem to have guessed that I was coming. ”

"Yes and no. I'm just a little curious whether the eldest lady is satisfied with my painting or not. ”

"But I'm more curious, why did you become the way you are? Have you ever thought about your dead father, and your living mother, don't you plan to take care of her? She is the one who gave you life!"

Jiang Li smiled sarcastically: "What if I give life? What do I want to do, can they stop it?" The old man only knows his medicinal herbs when he is alive, and as for my mother, she is an incompetent woman who will only obey the old man's orders. I've long been disgusted with this environment, isn't it nice now? I don't think there's anything wrong with the way I am. ”

He stretched out his hand so that Sang Qingrou could see his appearance clearly.

"Look at me now, how chic. I just want a painting, and it's hard to find a thousand dollars. How many people like me, I am sought after by everyone, which the old man has never gotten in his life. The beauty picture is my beloved. I want to use the best paper to draw the most beautiful woman in the world. ”

As he spoke, his eyes gleaming endlessly. Sang Qingrou understood that he really liked to do this.

"Then you don't care what other people think of you? They will think that you are a man who lives in a gentle country and eats soft rice. ”

"I think the soft rice is delicious. What does the eldest lady think?"

Sang Qingrou sighed: "At least, you can accompany your mother, she is only you now." ”

"She doesn't need me to be around. Jiang Li didn't seem to want to talk about the Jiang family anymore, he looked at Sang Qingrou's portrait and asked her: "Do you like it? The portrait I gave you is the first time I have taken the initiative to paint a portrait of someone." ”

"I don't like it at all, I don't like every one of your paintings. It's lifeless, it's not something I like. ”

Jiang Li smiled: "I just left your truest appearance, life will end one day, what I left behind is just a pair of skins." The skin is inanimate, and these paintings are immortal skins. ”

Sang Qingrou had never thought about this, but she didn't expect Jiang Li to think like this.

"So, what about yourself?"

"I'm a skin, too! Miss, I came to see me for this painting, let me guess, what do I want to know when I come to see me? My painting? Or do I want to know, why do I want to paint a portrait of you?"

Sang Qingrou raised the corners of her mouth: "It's better to say it!"

Jiang Li's hearty laughter came from the room: "What should I do?" Miss, I like your greedy appearance more and more. Do you know how tempting you are? Especially your skin. ”

Sang Qingrou frowned, and in the next second, the veil on her face was removed, and the scar on the left side of her face was exposed in front of Jiang Li, who frowned at that time.

Sang Qingrou smiled and said, "Now, do you still think that my skin is tempting?"

"The eldest lady's temper is really different, and I find it more and more interesting. At first glance, it didn't seem tempting, but I suddenly had a great idea. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly got up, got up in front of the bookcase, picked up the pen and began to draw.

Sang Qingrou just wanted to say that she didn't come to watch him paint, but Jiang Li immediately interrupted her.

"Shhhh Wait for me to have a cup of tea, and I'll be sure to amaze you. ”

Sang Qingrou looked at his demonic eyes, and the ghost made the gods quiet. The tea next to her seemed to be specially prepared for herself, she thought, they had already come, and they were not bad for this cup of tea, so she sat down to drink tea and wait for him.

Sang Qingrou also wanted to know what Jiang Li was going to come up with to make her amazing.

His pen is like flowing water, sometimes looking at Sang Qingrou, and then lowering his head to paint seriously. Just at the time of a cup of tea, Jiang left his pen, blew on the drawing paper, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Miss, why don't you come and take a look, what about this gift Jiang Li gave you?"

Sang Qingrou walked towards Jiang Li step by step with questions, and when she saw the portrait that Jiang Li had just drawn, she was stunned.

Looking at herself in the portrait, Sang Qingrou seemed to see another living self. This time, he actually painted his dark eyes. The painting was like a real person, and the sword wound on the left side of her face had become something else.

In the portrait, it is himself, but he is not like himself.

In the portrait, the scars on her face were added by Jiang Li and turned into red plums, with cold and arrogant eyes. Sang Qingrou felt as if she had become a red plum blooming in the snow, cold and arrogant, and charming.

"It seems that the eldest lady has been amazed. The eldest lady probably only thought about how to get rid of the scars on her face, but she never thought that since she couldn't get rid of it, why not use it to make it a part of herself and let everyone accept it. It's a scar, but it can also change you for the better. Do you still like this gift?"