(No. 3 replaced)

Dansha, Zimo.

Ten scenes, color vermilion ink, lightly dipped in mushroom mud inkstone.

Sheep hair lightly grip, hook, pick, dip, grind......

Feathered butterflies fold their wings, rouge is like flowers, muscles are like fat snow, dark fragrance, swaying.

The drizzle does not stop, falling on the eaves of the pavilion, the lights are like halos, and the night is lightly dyed.

The light gauze tent fluttered in the breeze, and in the copper smoker, a touch of ambergris burned, curling smoke, light flocculent, and refreshing.

The willows are drunk, the cardamom blossoms, and they sink.

The girl chuckled softly.

Liu Sheng raised his eyes and looked again.

"Mr. has been holding the pen for a long time, but he has finished painting?" Between the words, it was like a smile, and the whole person was completely flawless.

Embarrassed, Liu Sheng lowered his head and drew again.

With a smile, Shen Yun can't be described in any way.

Slender fingers come into view, and the scroll is removed.

"Miss ......" is not charming, a painting is useless, and it should be scrapped.

"That's it."

After receiving the painting, Ying Ying saluted, held up the umbrella, and left.

Dressed in white, like flowing water.

Liu Sheng looked at it for a while, and suddenly came back to his senses.

But the figure was gone.

The painting is not yet complete.

The words were in his mouth, but he did not spit them out.

The little girl in Tsing Yi came and saluted: "Mr. Liu, this is the gratitude of my master." ”

Hope is the four treasures of a good study.

Full of elegance and sincerity.

Liu Sheng smiled bitterly: "It's too precious, it's a shame, please take it back." ”

"Sir, don't shirk, if you don't accept it, it's really difficult to be small."

Liu Sheng couldn't, so he took it down.

Look down at the four treasures. He smiled bitterly again.

The difference between clouds and mud, the difference between heaven and earth.

Ask the sky, why bother to come and blow a pool of spring water.

In retrospect, I realized that it was just to be sentimental.

The peach blossom has a thought, and the flowing water has no intention of winding around a thousand rocks!!

The night was silent and silent.

………

Out of Zhumen, the light rain did not stop.

Walking to Chunhua Lane, the red sleeves of the building beckoned by the railing.

Liu Sheng held the four treasures of the study in his hand and stepped on the soil step by step.

There are turtle slaves who are beaten by drunkards on the side of the alley, and there are prostitutes who hold up glow-in-the-dark glasses of grape wine.

Liu Sheng turned a deaf ear, silently and quietly, and walked by.

Coming in front of him was an eight-person sedan chair.

The alley was narrow, and Liu Sheng stepped aside.

Raise your eyes, in the blue and silk bamboo sedan window curtains, you can faintly see the beautiful shadow of black hair and clouds.

One person and one sedan chair are only half a foot apart, and Liu Sheng watched the sedan chair pass by, stopping in front of the golden and colorful prostitution building.

The turtle slave lifted the curtain, and a man bent over and stepped out of the sedan car.

The man stretched out his hand and pulled the white-shirted girl who was sitting in the same sedan chair.

Cardamom rouge, beautiful moonlight.

Everyone smiled through the window and let out a voice of envy.

In an instant, Liu Sheng's face was as pale as snow.

Joy or sorrow, I can't afford it.

Liu Sheng dropped the umbrella in his hand and dropped the four treasures of the Chinese room.

I couldn't help it, and walked towards the prostitution building.

"This father-in-law, can he have a good cousin?" The turtle slave bowed his back and smiled.

Liu Sheng only saw that the man took the girl's hand and went upstairs.

"If you don't get along, the small one will introduce you to you, okay?"

Liu Sheng pushed away the turtle slave, took a step, and went upstairs.

See, the two of them entered the wing. The door closes.

Lowering his eyes, Liu Sheng snorted a little with difficulty.

Downstairs.

Turtle slave see Liu Sheng.

smiled: "Xianggong's vision is good, look at Miss Shuiyue, but she is the person who celebrates the little prince, do you want to ......"

When I went out, Liu Sheng was crisp and crisp, stepping on the four treasures on the side.

The best rice paper was stained with black water and dirty.

Looking upstairs, the candle shadow shook red, and the figure swayed.

Goodbye, the red candle upstairs is extinguished. It's pitch black.

The peach blossoms fall lightly and flow by water.

The spring festival in the door is outside the door, the pedestrians outside the door, and the double people in the door laugh.

"Ten dollars for trading, a green building for thousands of guests." Liu Sheng closed his eyes and wanted to laugh.

The night breeze is like a scissor, the light rain is fine, and the cold air invades people.

Return.

The garden pavilion drinks alone, gets drunk, and sleeps under the flowers.

Then, a serious illness.

After the illness, I no longer think about people and forget each other.

Shaoguang snapped his fingers, like a year of water.

I don't know how many late springs have passed.

Liu Sheng opened the oil-paper umbrella and went out.

The drizzle turned heavier, sudden, and poured down.

Helpless, looking for a restaurant to take refuge temporarily.

When I entered the hall and went upstairs, I saw that the seats were full.

Looking around, I saw a person sitting alone at a table.

Liu Sheng stepped forward and saluted: "There is no sitting in the hall, can you set up a table with the son?" ”

The seater raised his head.

The eyebrows are clear and bright, and the face is like a crown of jade.

It turned out to be the little prince of today's celebration.

See, surprised.

Liu Sheng was scared off the oiled paper bag in his hand.

Bao San, exhibition paintings.

The person in the painting has willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, like a fairy face.

"Water Moon...... Shui Yue ......" The little prince saw the painting, and the crown belt moved suddenly, as if he was trembling urgently.

Liu Sheng recalled lightly, even more shocked.

A painting, the day before yesterday was sent to the painting to frame, and today I got it back, and it turned out to be a beauty.

I remember it, I remember it, this is a green mountain of ink.

Liu Sheng's hands and feet began to numb, and his bones were cold.

The little prince picked up the painting and got up.

When she laughs, there will be a tactful charm from her bones...... "The little prince said to the painting, stupid." But I don't know who I want to talk to.

Liu Sheng took a step back, surprised.

"She purses her lips and frowns when she hurts, but she doesn't say ......"

Liu Sheng took another step back, and a cold sweat came out of his head.

I just want to be myself...... She smiled, her sleeves fluttering.

How many years ago, how many years ago, she took the painting away and gave her four treasures in the study.

I haven't seen this painting for many years, and now it's lying in front of my eyes.

The little prince painted the painting, half loudly, his eyes were full of tears, and he cried loudly. Qing Xiaowangye, who is solemn and dignified in his every move on weekdays, has lost his normalcy at the moment. All that remains is exhaustion and pain.

Liu Sheng took a few steps back, not believing what he saw.

Hit the railing.

There was a diner behind him whispering: "The night before the little prince held a big wedding to marry Shui Yue, everyone found Shui Yue's body in the pool of the prince's mansion. The corpse floated on the water, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, which was really terrifying......"

Liu Sheng exhaled faintly, trembled, and there was darkness in front of him, and he rushed out of the door.

Outside, heavy rain.

Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry.

Bump into an old man.

See, count as half an immortal. He's a charlatan.

"Why is Childe panicking like this?"

Liu Sheng shook his head, and wanted to go back.

took a step, went back again, and asked the half-immortal, "Dao immortal can measure words?" ”

"Measure."

Liu Sheng said: "I measured the word 'water moon' and looked for people." ”

Count the half-immortal and laughed: "Childe originally wanted to entertain the old man." ”

"What's the explanation?"

"The mirror flowers and water moon are empty things, and since they are empty, how can they find people."

No, it should not be empty.

Liu Sheng said: "That's wrong, you wait, boss, I'll find someone to show you, and he also knows Shui Yue." ”

Go back to the restaurant and go upstairs.

saw that the little prince was no longer there.

Ask.

Knowing, Qing Xiaowang shook up with a painting in one hand, fell out of the pen, and died.

Again, why were there no corpses and bloodstains before?

The man squinted at him and smiled, "Are you really stupid?" It has been more than half a month since the death of the little prince. ”

Blurry and rippling, Liu Sheng fell out of the door.

The rain is no longer falling, and the half-immortal is waiting aside, "There is an illusion in ancient times, entering the illusion with Xiao Sheng, once you enter, it is difficult to get out again." ”

Liu Sheng said "wow", his mouth was suddenly fishy, and the blood in his mouth stained the red green shirt.

My eyes shook.

There was a girl standing in front of her.

The willow eyebrows are slender, the eyes are phoenix, and the corners of the mouth are slightly smiling: "That year, you and Qing Xiaowang went into the mountains and killed my sister......"

What year was it?

With the little prince, when is it?

"For a hundred years, in the spring of that year, the road you led, the arrow shot by the little prince of Qing......"

Liu Sheng laughed in a trance.

The book contains: 600 miles away in the north, deep mountains and wilderness, many foxes, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, if you cultivate for a hundred years, you can transform into a human. Foxy, confusing.

You can remember the memories of a hundred years and find out what the world looked like in your past life......

On the second day, Liu Sheng squatted by the lake and looked up to see the flowers flying in the courtyard.

I can't remember it, I can't remember it.

I only know that there is a year of drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, which is an endless lingering style.

I only know that someone's smile that year was so soft that it made people sink.

There are storytellers telling legendary stories on the side of the road.

"A hundred years ago, there were foxes in Changbai, and the whole body was snow-white. One day, a son and his personal servant went up the mountain to look for foxes, saw two young foxes, shot one and escaped the other. A hundred years later, the young fox turned into an adult and came to seek revenge......"

The jade board was one after another, and the storyteller shook his head.

Remembering the ......

Liu Sheng covered her lips with her hands, and tears fell down her fingers.

It seems, a long, long time ago.

It's been a long time for Liu Sheng to remember.