trotted to the door, and hurriedly pulled Shen Nianzhi away, "Sister Shen, don't care, my master is just a child," and turned his head to look at the old man fiercely, and threatened with a fierce face, "I said you should rest assured this time, right? Quickly take out the real painting, and hold it back to the real owner, is it possible that you still want to take it to the coffin?"

"O iniquity. ”

The old man's face was blue, and he blew it on the white hair on his forehead in one breath, but he felt that it had no effect, and then added, "It must be a jealous talent." ”

Mu Jinyi showed a smile, gritted her teeth and said calmly, "It must be God's mercy that sent such a good apprentice." ”

Adhering to the principle of "out of sight and out of mind", Mu Jinyi lowered his head to defend against the old man's babbling like a storm, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear the old man's angry echo, Mu Jinyi looked up a little strangely, but found that the old man had squatted in the middle of the house, and was puzzled, and saw him take down a wooden plank in the middle, revealing a small cubic compartment, the top is just a painting, the same layout, the same scenery, the same is not surprising, roughly looking at it, it is difficult to distinguish you and me.

The old man took it out and motioned for Shen Nianzhi to take it.

Shen Nianzhi was a little hesitant, she wasn't sure if the sincerity shown by the old man at the moment was a continuation of a joke, but the ghost made her mind stumble, her feet had already chosen to move towards the old man uncontrollably, and her hands were like horses on the loose, and she took the painting without hesitation.

With the experience just now, Shen Nianzhi saw more delicately, his eyes widened, refusing to let go of every small detail, and his five fingers kept wandering on the painting, stroking the texture in it. But in the end, as before, it could be stopped.

Mu Jin didn't dare to take a breath next to her, staring carefully at Shen Nianzhi's every move, but saw that she seemed to be petrified, and there was no reaction at all, thinking that the old man was still stubborn, and he deceived again and again, and just wanted to scold the old man for not being reasonable, but suddenly saw a drop of hot tears rolling down, falling straight into the rice paper where the bamboo forest landscape was located, and gradually spreading, just like the first fusion of ink and water, dyed the hands of the lingering couple.

And the place where Shen Nianzhi's five fingers stop is where the "inheritance" and "wind" are located.

The tears that flowed from Shen Nianzhi's eyes slowly turned from small raindrops to a downpour of rain that she tried her best to restrain herself, but she didn't realize it.

After most of the moment, she relaxed slightly, the smile on the corner of her mouth was like nothing, and her eyes were disbelieving but clearly discerning.

After many years of Huangquan separation, she never dared to expect that she would be able to contact him again.

"It's... Jiang Lang... Drawn. I'm familiar with his technique, and he really painted it. ”

Shen Nianzhi guarded the painting to the death, as if he was absorbing the last trace of warmth.

As if not noticing the sadness that was spreading in the atmosphere, the old man interjected impatiently, "There is his handwritten nomination below, of course he painted it." ”

Mu Jinyi glared at the old man hatefully and motioned him not to speak again, but the old man didn't buy it at all, but became more and more energetic, knocked Mu Jinyi's head, and then pretended to be serious, "I know that I have accepted a big rebellious criminal, so I will expel you from the division today, and I will save my life by raising you by my side." ”

Mu Jin expected that the old man was acting today, and he must be trying to catch the old man again, and he didn't care about the old man's words, but bent down calmly, and said with a smile, "I can't ask for it." ”

Before the old man could answer, Shen Nianzhi looked at the two of them urgently, suddenly knelt on the ground, and begged in pain, "Jinyi, old man, please tell me what happened four years ago." ”

Mu Jinyi hurriedly picked up Shen Nianzhi and found a stool to sit down, and after her emotions calmed down a little, she said patiently, "I didn't experience all the things back then, and I only understood it after listening to the master." Four years ago, when Master and I first arrived in Luodu, we had no relatives and no reason, and we were penniless, and we were finally thrown out of the gate by the inn, and Master was weak, and several ribs were broken, and everyone watched, but no one reached out to help, until my brother came, we were rescued, he gave us all the silver on his body, and took Master to the hospital to pick up those ribs. ”

"And then?" Shen Nianzhi was a little unconvinced, was this Jiang Lang? At that time, he was still so kind, didn't his heart become bad?

"After that, Master and I lived in the ruined temple for a month, and one day when I went to the hospital to get the medicine and went back, I saw that Master had this painting in his hand, and Master said that it was for our brother who saved us that day, and let us keep it for him, and if there is a fate, we can give it to his sweetheart one day. ”

Mu Jinyi paused, looked at Shen Nianzhi's eyes, and continued, "Sister Shen, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I think that a kind-hearted person like my brother is really not the kind of negative person you said, maybe there is a big misunderstanding in this?"

Shen Nianzhi tightened the painting in her arms, and now she was in turmoil, the brother Jin Yi said was very different from Jiang Lang in her impression, and he didn't look like a person at all. Did she misunderstand him? But when she saw him with her own eyes, couldn't she count the words she said to herself that day?

In the gap when the atmosphere sank to a low point, the old man suddenly spoke, breaking the incomprehensible suffocating situation.

"I remember that when I met him that day, he was covered in wounds and blood, and I told him to go into the temple to rest, but he refused, but entrusted me with the painting that he was holding in his arms, so that I could keep it well. ”

Shen Nianzhi asked hurriedly, "Did he tell you anything at that time?"

The old man touched his forehead, as if he was trying to think, "He said a lot to himself, all of which I didn't understand. ”

After a pause, the old man frowned, and continued, "I don't remember so much, but I still have an impression of a little bit." I remember saying the most about what he said was that he had lost his beloved, which broke her heart and deserved death. As for the rest, he also said 'can't let her die' or 'conspiracy' or something, and I couldn't figure out what to say, so I thought he was crazy. ”

Shen Nianzhi's hand holding the painting suddenly loosened, his whole body seemed to have no strength, and he sat down softly, his eyes were full of disbelief, his body trembled slightly, and he tried his best to deny it.

"No... Impossible, Jiang Lang... Jiang Lang said that I am not his lover, this... This must be for Hui Niang's slut......"

Mu Jinyi picked up the painting, and suddenly realized that there was a trace of contradiction and sadness, Shen Nianzhi dreamed that Jiang Chengfeng was still the bamboo horse who loved her unchanged, and now what she wanted turned into reality in a blink of an eye, but she didn't dare to face it, questioning herself again and again, questioning the relationship between them, whether she was afraid of being disappointed for many years, or being too inferior in this relationship.