Song Xixi returned to the room, immediately spread out the rice paper, and studied the ink to write.

Don't Mr. Sheng like antique calligraphy and painting?

Instead of bothering to spend time looking for calligraphy and paintings for him, she would have drawn one for him herself, although it was not precious, but it was better than her heart.

Song Xixi thought for a while, put away the rice paper, and replaced it with a silk silk of a moderate size.

Chinese painting is created on brush and rice paper. The silk painting, which is made of silk, silk, silk, silk and satin, is the famous "Qingming Riverside Picture", which is a silk painting. Although the process of silk painting is extremely cumbersome, the effect is better than that of Chinese painting.

Drawing a silk painting is unimaginable time-consuming and laborious for ordinary people, first carefully study the ink to make a sketch, and then brush the silk cloth with starch, the silk cloth itself does not absorb water, it needs to be mixed with alum and glue in a certain proportion to make a glue aqueous solution, so that the color can be better adsorbed on it.

Then put the silk cloth on the board, spread it flat and stretch, and then use a brush to dip it lightly around the silk cloth to exhaust the air and fix the silk cloth. When the silk cloth is dry, you can paint on it......

Song Xixi didn't like to be disturbed when she was painting, and the maid Aunt Zhang came to invite her downstairs for dinner, and she was unwell. Indulging in painting and entering the realm of self-forgetfulness, Song Xixi completely forgot that time had passed, the crescent moon hung high outside the window, and the wall clock on the wall ticked and pointed to eleven o'clock.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, one by one more hasty, and Song Xixi was pulled back from the realm of selflessness.

Being disturbed, Song Xixi was somewhat displeased, "Who?"

"It's me. ”

This voice is Sheng Yanyi.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Song Xixi heard a trace of something wrong in the simple two words.

Could it be Sheng Yanyi's ** illness again?

Thinking of this, Song Xixi hurriedly put down the brush in his hand, got up and went to open the door.

Sure enough, as she expected, Sheng Yanyi stood with one hand against the wall, her face was pale, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Song Xixi didn't say a word and helped him go to the room, "You sit down, I'll go get a needle." ”

Sheng Yanyi's eyes were closed, and the word "um" was almost inaudible.

Song Xixi neatly administered the needle to him, and half an hour later, Sheng Yanyi slowly opened his eyes, and his spirit was much better with the naked eye.

She brought half a basin of hot water, wet the towel and handed it to him, "You are covered in sweat, wipe it." Your body is now weak, and you are susceptible to wind and cold. ”

Sheng Yanyi's eyes fell on her hand holding a towel, which was like a soft skin like clotted fat, like a fine art treasure.

After painting for a few hours, Song Xixi's hand was now sore and soft, and seeing that he didn't reach out to take it, he urged: "Mr. Sheng, you go on!"

Sheng Yanyi's gaze gradually moved upward, staring at her face for a few seconds, her voice was hoarse and weak, "I feel weak now, and I can't lift my hands." ”

Song Xixi was stunned.

So, what does this mean?

What does he mean by letting her be a good person to the end?

Sheng Yanyi seemed to understand the thoughts in her heart, and slowly spoke: "Miss Song, you are a good person to the end." ”

Song Xixi: "......"

It's really "the tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs", thinking about her previous life, she Song Xixi has lived a life of capitalization and bold dignity since the day she fell to the ground, from the concubine of the General's Mansion to the later mother. It has always been someone else who has served her carefully, how can she serve others?

But after coming here, she lived a proper life as a poor little maid.

"What, don't want to?" Sheng Yanyi asked.

Well, she had actually written the words reluctance clearly on her face.

Song Xixi's word "yes" has reached his mouth, it can be seen that he is so weak that he can't take care of himself, and inexplicably feels that he is strange and pitiful, and she silently swallowed the word back into her stomach.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that men and women don't kiss. Song Xixi casually pinched a reason.

"Are men and women intimate?" Sheng Yanyi's mouth hooked a faint smile, "Don't they all say that there is no gender distinction in the eyes of doctors?"

"But I'm not a doctor. Song Xixi shrugged his shoulders and teased: "Mr. Sheng, I don't have a doctor's qualification certificate. ”

Song Xixi learned that doctors in this era, that is, doctors, need to take the doctor's qualification certificate before taking up their posts.

Sheng Yanyi: "I don't mind. ”

Song Xixi: "......"

"Forget it, I'll wipe it for you. Song Xixi glanced at his unfinished "Pine Crane New Year" out of the corner of his eye, thinking that he would have to stay up all night tonight, so he wouldn't waste precious time with him.

After the silk painting is drawn, it needs to be framed. The framing of silk paintings is not as easy to wrinkle as Chinese paintings, and the framing is also extremely time-consuming and laborious. It was Mr. Sheng's birthday in two days, and she had no time to waste.

Song Xixi's movements were very gentle, because he had never done anything to serve people, so he didn't wipe it carefully, and even his movements were a little rude.

She got closer, and Sheng Yanyi smelled the light fragrance of cherry blossoms with three points of sweetness on her body.

The fragrance is light, if there is nothing, it is sultry.

"Okay!" Song Xixi threw the towel back into the basin, "Mr. Sheng, it's not too early, you can go back to your room and rest early." ”

Song Xixi said while washing the towel: "During this time, Mr. Sheng is still not suitable to work, quit smoking and drinking, and pay attention to rest. ”

Sheng Yanyi: "Okay." ”

Song Xixi took the basin back to the bathroom and poured it out, and when she came out, she saw that Sheng Yanyi hadn't left yet, but stood in front of the desk and carefully looked at her unfinished "Pine Crane New Year".

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Sheng Yanyi didn't look up at her, "Do you know how to paint silk?"

Song Xixi replied: "I know a little bit about it." ”

Sheng Yanyi remembered that he asked her last night: Have you ever studied medicine?

Her answer at the time was also a little understanding, and the result was ...... Shocked him.

He looked down at the picture of the pine crane on the silk, although it has not yet been colored, but the specific sketch has been completed, the two cranes in the picture are beautiful and vivid, the pine trees are straight and straight, and the thatch between the rocks is interspersed with nature, just right...... The majestic atmosphere is not bad, and it can be seen that the painter has a deep skill.

He understands medicine and can draw.

This woman is not as unbearable as the rumors outside.

At least, she's been refreshing the "surprises".

"Your painting is for the old man as a birthday gift?" Sheng Yanyi said firmly.

"Mr. Sheng is really smart, and he can guess it. "Song Xixi's sycophant is not distracted at all.

Sheng Yanyi also heard someone's perfunctory, and said with a smile: "The pine tree does not wither in winter, and it has a long lifespan, which means longevity." The crane, known as a fairy in the folk, is a symbol of immortality, and the combination of the two is an auspicious birthday picture. ”

Song Xixi carefully studied the ink with clear water, "Mr. Sheng, it's not too early, you should go back and rest early." ”

Sheng Yanyi's gaze retracted from the silk painting and fell on Song Xixi's body, "You didn't eat dinner tonight, just to paint this silk painting?"

"Hmm. Song Xixi didn't raise his head, "Silk painting is time-consuming and laborious, the day after tomorrow is Grandpa Sheng's birthday, if I don't hurry up, it will be too late." ”

Sheng Yanyi: "Are you going to be hungry all the time?"

It's good that he doesn't mention the word hunger, after all, when he is busy, the four are empty, and he doesn't feel hungry at all. Now when he mentions it, he realizes that his stomach is singing empty city plans.

But right now, she doesn't have time to eat, "It's okay." ”

"Are you okay?" Sheng Yanyi's tone rose slightly, revealing obvious displeasure, "Miss Song turned out to be a well-known double standard!"

"Well-known double standards?" Song Xixi looked at Sheng Yanyi with puzzled eyes, "What do you mean?"

"You only tell me to pay attention to my body, but you don't take your body seriously at all. Sheng Yanyi said: "Miss Song, I believe that the credibility of what you say in the future will be greatly reduced by me." ”

Song Xixi: "......"

As for taking a trivial matter to such a height?

Song Xixi smiled wryly, "Mr. Sheng, don't you see that I'm busy? How can I have time to eat? When I'm done, I'll solve the problem of food and clothing." ”

"You eat, and you don't have to do it yourself. Sheng Yanyi said.

Song Xixi looked up at the time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, "Forget it, it's already late, everyone has already rested, disturbing people's dreams is heinous." ”

"Mr. Sheng, you should go back and rest earlier. Song Xixi urged: "When I'm done with my work later, I'll go to the kitchen to eat a bowl of noodles by myself." ”

Sheng Yanyi got up and left, and helped her close the door by the way.

Silence returned to the living room.

About half an hour later, the door was quietly pushed open again.

The movement of the visitor was slight, Song Xixi didn't pay attention, what really distracted her was the aroma of the food.

Song Xixi looked up suddenly, and saw Sheng Yanyi going and returning, holding a bowl of steaming noodles in his hand.

Sheng Yanyi's tone was commanding, "Come here, eat noodles." ”