When the two of them reached the entrance of the village, there were small raindrops that fell on their faces from time to time, and it gradually began to drizzle at night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Su Jin hurriedly held up the umbrella and walked closer to Yan Qing.

saw Su Xian's nephew and his wife disappearing in the wind and rain.

Su Yunshan and his wife appeared at the entrance of the village next to each other, Ma looked at the two people who moved out of the village worriedly, and still complained to him: "You!

I can't keep it, I don't take any money from him, and I don't know if the money I bring with me can help them survive this ordeal."

Su Yunshan retracted his gaze to look at her, followed Su Jin's figure again, and replied with a little sadness: "It's okay to move out of the village, is it possible that you still expect him to have something to do in the village?"

On the contrary, he went out to see the world, which was good for his future path, and the boy was talented and ambitious, and it seemed that he already had his own plans..."

Hearing this, Ma knew that in fact, the old man of her family was more reluctant to let Jin'er go than her, and after looking at him and saying nothing, the two of them saw that they could no longer see the figure of Su Xian's nephew, so they went back to each other.

The wind and rain along the way became more and more rapid, and the trees on both sides of the mountain trail were also destroyed by the leaves.

From time to time, there was a howl of the jungle.

Yan Qing's shoes were soaked, and she simply walked the dirt path without hesitation.

Because her body was held under her husband's arm, fortunately, the two paintings in her arms did not get raindrops.

She touched Su Jin's back, turned her head to look at him and said, "Husband, you are all wet, you tilted the umbrella to your side a little, I knew that it would rain tonight, and the oil-paper umbrella would not be in the teahouse."

Su Jin smiled and said: "There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, people have good and bad luck, how can this storm come suddenly, how can it be predicted"

"Yes!" Yan Qing smiled: "In our place, there is a kind of meteorological station called weather forecasting, such as typhoons, rainstorms, cold waves, high temperatures, sandstorms and fog and other disastrous weather can be predicted one to fifteen days in advance."

"However, the air environment here is good!

As she spoke, seeing that her husband was a little vague, she smiled and said, "One day, my husband will teach me to paint, and I must show my husband the high-rise buildings, cars, planes, yachts and ships we have there."

"That's very good!" Su Jin smiled.

The two of them were exposed to the wind and rain in the wind and rain, chatting warmly and interestingly, and before they knew it, they were about to walk to the market.

When they got out of the mountain path, they saw a small square flag hanging on the pillar at the entrance of the market, floating in the wind and rain.

"Husband, we've finally arrived!" Yan Qing said happily, she missed the warm and comfortable quilt at this moment.

Su Jin followed her faster steps, looked at the market that was getting closer and closer, and responded: "Well, here, the lady is careful of her feet, there are potholes on this ground..."

It's just that before he finished speaking, Yan Qing's feet were suddenly tripped by a stone in the pothole, if Su Jin hadn't grabbed her in time, I was afraid that the whole person would have fallen to the ground and hugged the earth.

"Lady, are you okay?" Su Jin only had her in his eyes, as if he didn't see the two paintings that were originally protected by raindrops, and he was lying helplessly on the ground at the moment, letting the wind and rain blow.

"I'm fine!" Yan Qing glanced back at Su Jin in shock, and hurriedly and panickedly wanted to pick up the two scrolls on the ground.

She just followed the scroll closer in a panic, and in the blink of an eye, the two scrolls were blown away by the wind.

The two paintings are the masterpieces of her husband's pen, and she must not let them be destroyed in her hands.

Thinking of it, she ran to catch up.

Su Jin walked to her side like a fly, put the umbrella into her hand and said, "Don't worry, lady, go and pick up the scroll for your husband."

"Okay!" Yan Qing's wet hair was attached to her forehead, the rain blurred her vision, she shook her head and her vision became clearer, and she hurriedly followed behind Su Jin to intercept the picture scroll that was blown away by the wind.

Su Jin felt the direction of the wind that the scroll was about to be blown by the wind, followed two steps, and then stepped forward, just intercepting the scroll that was being blown towards him.

Although I got the scroll in my hand, the white scroll was already covered with mud scars.

Yan Qing hurriedly took the scroll from his hand, put the clothes in her arms and wiped the muddy water on the scroll, seeing that the more she wiped it, the dirtier it became, she choked up guiltily: "... Husband, they're all... I'm not good."

Su Jin looked at her nervous picture scroll with a little delicate appearance, and his love for the picture scroll was transferred to her, he took the umbrella and held her and continued to walk to the market: "Lady don't blame herself, you can paint again if the painting is gone, we will stay in the inn in the market for one night tonight, and go to Lan'an County tomorrow morning!"

"Well, listen to your husband!" she said.

When Su Jin and Yan Qing arrived at the market, they saw that the lights had turned off in every house and they fell asleep.

They came to the only one in the bazaar, the "Yueqian Inn", and seeing that the house was still lit by candlelight, Su Jin stepped forward and knocked on the door and said: "I'm tired of opening the door, we want to stay overnight."

After a while, hearing that no one in the house answered, Su Jin guessed that the shopkeeper might be asleep, and then increased his strength, knocked on the door and said, "I'm tired of the shopkeeper opening the door, we want to stay overnight"

Soon, a figure gradually appeared on the door, and there was a sound of bolting in the room, and as soon as the door opened, a gust of wind hit the house.

A shopkeeper in his fifties hurriedly blocked the wind in front of him, glanced at Su Jin, and asked in surprise, "Aren't you Su Xiucai?

As he spoke, he looked at Yan Qing again, who was in a mess.

Su Jin didn't expect the shopkeeper to recognize him, he smiled indescribably and said, "It's Su, can the shopkeeper let Xiaosheng and the lady enter the house first?"

"Oh! Su Xiucai and his wife will go into the house first!" the shopkeeper laughed and invited them into the inn to open a first-class room here.

Su Jin saw it, although it was not easy to push back, but thinking of the place where there would be more silver in the future, he smiled and said: "Please ask the shopkeeper to open an ordinary room for Xiaosheng."

The shopkeeper seems to be a good talker, he smiled and said: "Su Xiucai will live in the shop tonight for a night, so you don't have to give the silver, and when Su Xiucai is in high school in the future, I can talk about it to the outside world, and I also have a face on my face."

Su Jin shook his head and smiled bitterly at the bleak future: "In this way, we will pay you the silver for the guest house early tomorrow morning."

When the shopkeeper heard that Su Xiucai insisted on paying the silver, it seemed that he had forced it, so he took them to the medium-sized room at Su Jin's request.

The first thing Yan Qing did when she entered the room and closed the door was to spread out the scroll, and when she unfolded it, although the horse on the painting was largely intact, it happened that the main part of the ink was pulped, and it was already a masterpiece that had been destroyed.