Chapter 1086: 1086 Story

"Ah, you drew all this?"

Hua Xiyun quietly walked into Yang Ning's room, and now the relationship between the two is completely clear, even if they go in and out of their respective rooms, they don't need to worry about the gossip of others.

Looking at the manuscript paper on the ground, as well as the waste paper that was crumpled and thrown into the trash, Hua Xiyun bent down and picked up a piece of manuscript paper, just looking at it for a while, a fresh feeling floated on her face.

"What are these paintings? I feel that the architectural style is so strange, it has a European style from the Middle Ages, but it is full of fantasy, and it feels like a scene from a mythological movie. ”

Hua Xiyun put down the piece of paper, then gently hugged Yang Ning's neck, and said softly: "Could it be that you are planning to design an online game or make a movie?"

"Guess?" Yang Ning put down the pen and paper in his hand, then held Hua Xiyun's soft hair, and said with a smile: "Sister Yun, it's rare to have a lunch break, why don't you take a rest?"

"I miss you. Hua Xiyun said softly, she found that she said these words more and more naturally, and she didn't have the same shame as she had at the beginning.

Yang Ning let go of Hua Xiyun's softness, then stood up and chuckled: "Let's go out for a walk, it just so happens that the weather is not bad." With that, he glanced out the window.

"Yes. Hua Xiyun readily agreed to Yang Ning's request, and the two held hands, left the apartment, and strolled through the flower garden in the center of Qingquan.

"It's Grandpa Qi. ”

Walking and walking, suddenly, Hua Xiyun let out a soft sigh, and then said: "Grandpa Qi is my teacher, and I have been learning to paint with him since I was a child." ”

"No wonder you draw so well, go, go over and see. ”

Qi Feihong, before the founding of the People's Republic of China, with a loyal and loyal blood to serve the country, not afraid of life and death, repeatedly made military exploits, but it is a pity that his middle-aged son suddenly fell seriously ill and died, and ended up with a white-haired man to send a black-haired man, and his wife also died depressed because of his son's death.

After retiring from his position, Qi Feihong was alone, rarely in contact with others, pinned his affection on poetry and painting, and often appeared in excellent works, which also added some like-minded friends.

"Hello Grandpa Qi. ”

"Hello Grandpa Qi. ”

Yang Ning and Hua Xiyun came over with a smile, Qi Feihong stopped his pen, turned his head and said with a smile: "It's Xiyun, what a coincidence, you also come out for a walk." ”

After speaking, Qi Feihong looked at Yang Ning, who was holding Hua Xiyun's soft hair, and picked the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes were a little scrutinized.

After a while, Qi Feihong nodded: "A talent, you are the kid of the Yang family, right?"

"Yes, Grandpa Qi, my name is Yang Ning. Yang Ning nodded, he had also heard of Qi Feihong's deeds, and he also had a lot of respect for this old man, after all, if it weren't for Qi Feihong's lack of being good at sneaking around and having a relationship with the above, then the seat he was sitting in at that time would never have been able to stop at just being high or low.

"Grandpa Qi, is this what you painted?"

Hua Xiyun walked in front of Qi Feihong's painting, which was nearly complete, the graceful back of an ancient woman, dancing among a field of flowers.

The reason why it is close to completion is that on the left side of the painting, a relatively spacious space is deliberately left to use as an inscription for Hua Xiyun's understanding of Qi Feihong.

"Well, I've read a wild history before, and today I suddenly had a whim, and I plan to draw the hero in my mind. ”

Qi Feihong smiled: "Are you interested in listening to this story?"

Yang Ning and Hua Xiyun glanced at each other, nodded, and then the two found a place to sit down.

Qi Feihong took out an old cigarette stick, lit it by himself, and tilted his head while smoking, telling the story.

This is a poignant story, the protagonist of the story, is a girl born in a poor family, once went up the mountain to collect medicine, inadvertently saved an injured man, he is heroic, after half a month of careful care from her, gradually recovered as before.

Lang has a concubine, and the two naturally have a good impression and sublimation to love. The girl didn't know anything about the man's family background, but this did not prevent her from being sincere to him, a month later, the man left, before leaving, he said that one day, he would go to the peak of his life, and when the time came, he would carry a sedan chair to marry the girl, shelter her for the rest of her life, and let her enjoy all the glory.

Two years later, the girl met this man, and he was surrounded by a large number of guards, and he sat on a white horse, looking indifferently at the girl who had come all the way to him. At this moment, the girl looked very rustic in his eyes, and there was also a beautiful and white-skinned girl beside him, who was her wife and the daughter of the prime minister's family.

Her heart was dead, and in the face of men's indifference, she chose to leave, and went to the lake ten miles away, intending to end her life with white silk, the coldness in her heart.

But at this time, a young man on a horse appeared, an arrow shot through the white silk around the girl's neck, and saved her, he was prominent, he was the prince of the court, and took care of the girl in every way, but the girl was already dead, even if the young man loved the girl deeply, played the piano and played it night and night, and told her heart, but the girl was always unwilling to accept it.

The young man has always resisted the arrangement of marriage, his heart has always loved the girl, when the queen mother was furious, sent someone to give the girl to death, the boy fell into madness after knowing, he killed several eunuchs who gave the girl to death at that time, and then ended the remnant of life with a bottle of crane top red, until the moment of death, he chose to lie next to the girl, holding the girl's already cold little hand.

At the end of the story, there is some mythology, saying that the young man and the girl eventually turned into winged birds and danced away. And the iron tree under the feet of the winged birds, after they left, actually gave birth to branches. Perhaps, it was the persistence of the young man that moved the girl and made her accept his love.

Hua Xiyun listened, her eyes gradually moistened, Yang Ning took out a tissue and wiped it for Hua Xiyun.

Qi Feihong sighed, shook his head and said: "The love between men and women in the world is always worrying, I originally planned to apply the ancients to wish people a long time, thousands of miles together, but in the end I gave up, I hope that I can summarize this poignant, so that people who watch this painting can feel the story behind this painting." ”

After speaking, Qi Feihong looked at Yang Ning.

What do you mean?

Yang Ning is not stupid, he naturally understands what Qi Feihong means, is this Nima kicking the ball to his feet?

Soon, Yang Ning found out that even Hua Xiyun looked over, aren't you the number one college entrance examination candidate in history?

Yang Ning was completely speechless, and secretly said that you can't help but think too highly of me, right?

"Why don't you try it?" Hua Xiyun gently nudged Yang Ning.

Yang Ning stood up with a confused face, a little crying and laughing, but he still walked in front of Qi Feihong and took the brush that Qi Feihong handed to him.

Lightly tapping the ink, Yang Ning thought about it, and finally sighed, trying to let himself fall into that kind of mood that was both sad and pathetic, and then, one stroke at a time.

"The handwriting is well written, and the paragraph is appropriate. After a while, after Yang Ning's stroke fell, Qi Feihong picked the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes flashed inexplicably.

Hua Xiyun walked over, and as soon as she got closer, she couldn't wait to look at Yang Ning's writing.

Gradually, her mouth began to whisper softly, and the moistness of her eyes showed signs of spreading, and when she finished reading, she chose to read it again, and the feeling became deeper.

…

The years are like the beginning, what is the autumn wind sad.

He once said that the king is in the world, and you will be glorious in my life. When they said goodbye, they were sassy and looked at each other without saying anything.

In the past, there were morning songs and night strings, and now there are dancing sleeves in the city. The flowers are pitiful, the fingertips are sandy, once red-faced, waiting for the duckweed to be exhausted, accompanied by the monarch alone.

The pipa sounds, the sheng flute rises, the piano strings, the most chaotic people's hearts, willing to dance with the king, pampered for a lifetime.

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