Chapter 115: The face of the beauty on the vermilion umbrella The mandala on the cheeks of the beauty

"It's okay, I want to paint it myself, just ask you to help me brush a layer of tung oil!" Jinxiu squinted her eyes and smiled pleasantly, she was used to wearing different masks in front of different people, even in another world, this is not a kind of protection. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Whatever you want!" the old man glanced at Jinxiu, and finally agreed. Without saying a word, he led her to the place where he had painted before, and the dazzling array of paints dazzled people, and she smiled slightly, and owed a slight debt to the old man, and thanked her, and the old man nodded unruly, and turned around to arrange for the oil paper she bought.

Jinxiu took the paper umbrella and looked around the paint before sitting down. I just chose the simplest black and white, chose the thinnest pen, held the paper umbrella and began to sketch.

The pen walks like a dragon, a painting slowly unfolds under the hand, a beautiful face, evil eyebrows, a pair of narrow eyes half-closed, long eyelashes, black hair like a waterfall, against the background of the red paper umbrella, this beautiful face is more and more bewitching.

Jinxiu chose a deeper red than the red of the paper umbrella, and dripped a very small drop of black ink in it, which was red like blood but impressive. Splendid hooked lips and smiled lightly, and opened a flower with a strange color but inexplicable sadness on the cheeks of the beauty, the roots and stamens stretched out, and the petals swayed, like blood bewildering.

When the old man came back, he saw the female doll sitting on the side in a upright and atmospheric posture, a little less soft than ordinary women, a little more heroic, the old man touched his chin and just wanted to laugh, but stiffened at the corner of his lips.

looked left and right, and casually put his hands behind his back, and walked towards Jinxiu, but he didn't get too close, and every step was silent, as if he was afraid of disturbing Jinxiu, and when he could see the tricks, the old man's brows wrinkled, his eyes rolled, and he didn't know what he thought of and regained his calm.

When Jinxiu put down the pen and stood up, she saw the old man standing five paces away from her.

Jinxiu raised her eyebrows, she didn't hear a sound, which was unexpected by her, she thought that her ability could still be ranked in front of the top in ancient times, but now it seems that it is not necessarily, but there is nothing abnormal on Jinxiu's face, and she stroked the folds left on her shirt because of sitting down, and then walked to the old man with a paper umbrella.

"Uncle, I'm sorry for you!" Jinxiu put the paper umbrella on the old man's hand with both hands and thanked him.

"What kind of flower is this?" the old man asked with a reserved chin and a twist around with a bamboo umbrella in his hand.

Jinxiu smiled heartily, "Manzhu Sahua!"

The old man frowned with a pair of scimitar-like eyebrows, looked at Jinxiu with questioning eyes, and his eyes were full of information seeking explanation, at least Jinxiu understood it this way, and snickered in his heart, so he pretended to open his mouth with a gesture, "There are flowers and no leaves, there are leaves without flowers, flowers and leaves are rare, but the other side."

The stems are thin and long, the stamens are clustered, the petals are soft and curly, and they are comfortable and curled; ”

The old man took the umbrella to the side and carefully brushed the paper umbrella with a layer of ripe tung oil, but his ears were erected high, listening to the explanation of Jinxiu, the more he listened to the pleasant explanation, the more interested he became, there was a flower he had never seen, and this flower was so rare that the flower did not see the leaves. The leaves do not see the flowers.

If he hadn't listened to the girl's serious description, he wouldn't have believed it.

"Where?" asked the old man, who couldn't resist the temptation.

Jinxiu pursed her lips and smiled, but she was a little more Qingse, "Jinxiu was seen from an ancient book, and the real flowers have never been seen before, but there is a legend in the book." ”