When the three of them came back, Yan Yiyao and the young man had already finished discussing, and quietly admired the first stamen in front of them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whisk willow and green willow stepped forward to spread out the paper, put the pen and ink on the table, and made the tea, "Miss, please use it." ”

After saying that, the two took a few steps back and stood with the little monkey.

The young man stood up, held the pen and grinded, and drew a picture of the first bloom of the plum with a few strokes.

"Yao'er take a look to see if you are satisfied. The young man picked up the drawing paper and blew it, and held it up in front of Yan Yiyao.

Whisk Liu glanced at it, the brushwork is rough and good, but the details are not good, I can't say it's good, I can't say it's bad, but it's far worse than Miss's painting skills.

But a homeless person, who probably hasn't received much influence since he was a child, is beyond her expectations to be able to paint like this.

Green willow and the little monkey also saw the painting, but they didn't know anything about it, and they only looked good and didn't look good.

It's good to see the straight and crisscrossed paintings.

Green willow poked the little monkey: "Your son-in-law is really good at drawing, I still think I'm bragging, and the painting is not bad." ”

"That is, and I don't see whose master it is. ”

The little monkey was honored and said complacently: "Our sons know a lot, no worse than those sons in Handcheng." ”

"Cut, you've only been following me for a few days, so you know that. Seeing his smug appearance, Green Willow was a little unhappy, and pouted, "This painting is not as good as our young lady?"

Now the little monkey didn't dare to answer, he couldn't let the son suppress the limelight of the young lady, so he had to say, "That's." ”

Fu Liu didn't care about their bickering, just stared at Miss.

Yan Yiyao looked at the painting carefully, did not judge, only smiled and said: "I like it very much, can Haoxu mention another poem?"

The young man was staring at Yan Yiyao, and when he saw him asking like this, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said embarrassedly: "This poem, Yao'er, don't be embarrassed for me, I, I'm really not good at ......"

Yan Yiyao secretly regretted in her heart, the young man had already said that although he had invited a master, he admired martial arts and light literature, and he had done his best to paint this painting for himself, and he really shouldn't ask for more.

Stretched out his white slender hand to block his next words: "I said it wrong, I should mention this poem, what should I mention." ”

Whew...... Sassy ......

Suddenly, a strong wind struck, blowing through the fallen leaves and the crowd.

"Ah, painting?" The wind was too strong, Yan Yiyao subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of the young man in front of him, and the painting in his hand was blown out, and Yan Yiyao hurriedly grabbed it.

Behind her was the stone bench, and she turned so violently that her knees hit it so hard that she was about to fall off when she was crooked.

"Be careful. The boy hurriedly held her.

Yan Yiyao grabbed his sleeve and looked nervously at the painting that was scraping farther and farther away, "Painting, go pick it up." ”

"Miss, are you alright?"

"Miss. ”

"I'll chase it. ”

When the wind rose, a cloud of dust was raised, and the three people who were standing on the side were caught off guard and raised their sleeves to hide their faces.

When I put down my sleeves, I saw Yan Yiyao stumbling on the stone bench. The three of them were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward.

Out of the corner of the little monkey's eyes, the afterglow swept to the picture scroll, and when he heard Yan Yiyao's shout, he hurriedly ran after the picture scroll.

After this gust of wind, the sky has changed slightly, and although the wind is not as strong as just now, it is not weak.

The scroll was blown into the plum grove and flipped between the intersecting branches, and by the time the little monkey caught it, it was already in tatters.

"How is this good?" the little monkey grabbed and could not call it a painting, but only a few pieces of shredded paper and walked back slowly.

"Childe, the little monkey is incompetent, this painting is broken. The little monkey lowered his head and did not dare to look at the young man's face.

The young man took the pieces of paper and sighed secretly in his heart, "It's okay, it's good to be broken, I shouldn't be so careless." ”

I just wanted to throw it away, but Yan Yiyao grabbed my wrist, "Don't throw it away, give it to me." "This is the first time you have given me a painting, but I can't say this sentence in front of the maid, I only grabbed his wrist tightly, reached out to take the drawing paper, and carefully held it in my hand, completely ignoring the pain in my knees.

The young man looked at Yan Yiyao like this, and unconsciously put his hand on her shoulder, "Don't be sad, it's just a painting, I, I'll give you a painting next time." ”

"Hmm. Yan Yiyao nodded, but still held the drawing paper in her hand.

"It's a change of day, miss. Let's go back. Fuliu looked at the young lady distressedly.

The young man raised his head and looked at the sky, there were already dark clouds drifting in, he felt something, and said loudly: "Yes, the sky has changed, this providence is always unpredictable." ”

But no one heard the meaning of this at this time.

"Haoxu, your injuries haven't healed, go back quickly, I, you don't have to come to see me off tomorrow. Yan Yiyao said softly.

"Good. The boy bowed after speaking, and his head would not go away.

Yan Yiyao watched him walk away, and then she helped Lu Liu's arm and said to Fu Liu, who was standing on the side, "Fu Liu, let's go." ”

Startled, Fu Liu hurriedly came over to help, turned his head and glanced at the direction where the boy disappeared, and frowned.

I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't find the reason.

Back in the main courtyard, Yan Yiyao said: "Gather all the people in Qixia Courtyard." ”

The willow looked at the sky, and there were already snowflakes drifting in, and she said a little strangely: "Miss, will this be?"

"Well, go ahead. Yan Yiyao nodded.

As soon as Lu Liu entered the house, he hurried and found the ointment, "Miss, sit down, I'll take a look at your injuries." "The stone bench is so hard, I don't know what it looks like?

Yan Yiyao chuckled and said, "It's okay, you go and get me some fish gelatin." ”

After speaking, he walked to the bookcase, put the drawing paper he had been holding in his hand on the table, and laid out the drawing paper again.

Green willow found the fish gelatin, and watched her young lady piece the broken painting together little by little, moving carefully and gently.

"Miss, can you still put it together after it's all like this? Just let that kid draw another picture for you. Green Willow said disapprerovingly.

"Green Willow!" Yan Yiyao frowned, "In the future, ******** Liu stuck out his tongue and said embarrassedly: "Yes, Miss, I will call him Ren Gongzi in the future." "It's really like a sparrow turning into a phoenix.

"You?" Yan Yiyao nodded her head.

"Miss......" Lu Liu dragged out her voice and sprinkled Jiao, "I'll help you fight." ”

"No, I'll come by myself, you can go and see, if everyone is here, let them wait in the West Hall. Yan Yiyao shook her head.

"Oh, then I'll go. Green Willow looked at the broken painting and felt that the young lady had paid too much attention.

Yan Yiyao waited for the green willow to leave, and then sat down and carefully flattened the broken drawing paper and spliced it together.

After fighting a pillar of incense, Yan Yiyao stood up, brushed the picture, and sighed. "After all, there is still a piece missing. ”

Touching his heart, thinking of the fleeting joy of the young man when he saw the broken drawing paper, his heart throbbed secretly.

"This may be the last time I will paint him, although this is also the first time. ”

It's just that this thought rushed into her mind strongly, and she couldn't wait to get these broken paintings from the boy's hands. Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be nothing left now.