Lan Jing returned to the room, moved the half-drawn drawing to the side, and spread out another piece of paper again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This time, she didn't put pen to paper quickly, but slowly concentrated on the idea, and only began to write after half an hour.

After Lin Chu cleaned up the room, he saw that Xiao Jing was painting seriously, so he had to stand quietly outside the window.

Lan Jing's painting was painted until the night fell, and Lin Chu wanted to call her to eat first several times, but was frightened by her serious appearance.

The feeling that there was only her and the painting in the world made Lin Chu's heart tremble, and he seemed to be inspired.

After another two hours, Lan Jing put down his pen, looked at it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.

When she stood up and was about to walk out, she found that it was already dark, and only candles were dancing in her room.

At this time, her stomach made a drum-like protest sound, and she hurriedly rubbed her stomach and walked towards the kitchen.

Lan Jing walked into the kitchen with his front foot, and Lin Chu followed with his back foot, and he said, "You go back and sit, I'll bring you the food."

"Then hurry up, I'm so hungry." Lan Jing said politely.

She felt that she had not eaten until now to help them paint in the temple, so it was appropriate for him to take care of her.

Lin Chu's hands and feet were very fast, and not long after Lan Jing returned to the room, he came over with food.

Maybe she was very hungry, but she actually felt that Lin Chu had made great progress in cooking, and it was quite delicious.

After eating, Lan Jing felt that she had finally come back to life. Remembering that the patient hadn't done his rounds yet, he hurriedly stood up and said, "How is the patient?" Are there any signs of awakening? ”

Lin Chu shook his head and said, "I've been asleep, but I've been fed medicine."

"Have you finished drinking all the medicine?" If the medicine can be drunk, then the chance of living is much greater, and there is no way to infuse in this era, so you can only rely on drinking medicine.

Lan Jing saw Lin Chu nodding and breathed a sigh of relief slightly, in fact, she was still a little worried in her heart. After all, this person has something to do with her.

After taking a look, she went to wash up and then went back to sleep with peace of mind.

The next day, Lan Jing was woken up, and she walked out with her clothes on, and saw that it was Uncle Fifteen, who was looking for her from room to room.

Lan Jing frowned slightly, why was he looking for her? After getting dressed, she walked out, grabbed him and asked, "Uncle Fifteen, are you looking for me?"

Uncle Fifteen turned around in surprise, hugged her and said, "Xiaojing, great, I found you."

Lan Jing was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he didn't struggle, but patted him on the back and asked, "Well, you found me, then you can tell me, what are you looking for me to do?"

"I made you a toy, it's your favorite Trojan horse." Uncle Fifteen let go of her and handed her the Trojan horse as he spoke.

Lan Jing has a black line, who said she likes Trojan horses? Is this what children like? Seeing his expectant face, she had to pretend to be happy and took it, and said, "Thank you, have you eaten?"

Uncle Fifteen shook his head, and when he came, he hurried to bring the Wooden Horse to Xiao Jing, so as not to disappoint her.

Lan Jing led him to the kitchen and moved a small bench for him to sit at the door.

Seeing him looking at her with blank eyes, she had no choice but to explain: "Uncle Fifteen, you sit here obediently, and I will make you something to eat inside."

When Uncle Fifteen heard that there was something delicious, he immediately grinned and nodded.

Lan Jing walked into the kitchen, suddenly didn't know what to eat, thought about it and fried a few green vegetable egg cakes, felt that it was still not enough, and cooked an egg soup.

After breakfast, Lan Jing thought that she had drawn half of the painting yesterday, and she had to draw it quickly. looked at the tail fifteenth uncle behind him, turned back to him and said, "Fifteenth uncle, I'll send you back, Grandma He may have made something delicious and waited for you."

Uncle Fifteen shook his head again and again, "Don't go back, don't go back, be with Xiaojing." ”

Lan Jing wanted to reprimand him with a straight face, but he couldn't do it when he saw his pitiful appearance. In the end, I had no choice but to take him with me.

Back in the room, "Uncle Fifteen, you can't be trick-or-treated, you have to stay quiet, you know?" ”

Lan Jing said and moved a chair for him to sit on, and began to choose a pen and ink.

The fifteenth uncle propped his head and watched Lan Jing's hands move back and forth, stood up curiously, and walked over slowly.

Lan Jing was just about to put pen to paper, and Yu Guang saw Uncle Fifteen looking at her paintings with wide eyes and curiosity.

She thought for a moment and put down her pen. He also laid out a piece of paper for him next to him, handed him a pen, and said, "Let's draw a competition to see who can draw the best."

Fifteen happily took it and nodded, "Daddy must have painted better than you." As he spoke, he drew seriously.

Lan Jing was stunned for a moment, did he call himself Daddy just now? Did you hear it wrong?

Forget it, maybe it's a slip of the tongue, maybe he's also a person with children, but he doesn't know where it is now.

Thinking of this, Lan Jing sighed silently, looking at his serious side face, a little trance.

"If you don't start drawing, Daddy will win." The fifteenth uncle didn't raise his head.

Lan Jing was stunned for a moment, calmed down, and began to draw.

Lin Chu accompanied the junior disciples to finish the morning class and hurriedly walked back, as soon as he entered the courtyard and saw that it was so quiet, he directly decided that Lan Jing had not gotten up yet, so he thought about making breakfast and then waking her up.

When he went to the kitchen and saw the prepared breakfast, he grinned, it turned out that Xiao Jing had already gotten up.

After breakfast, he strode to Lan Jing's room, and when he saw that the two of them were painting seriously, he walked in lightly.

Xiao Jing's painting is needless to say, but what I didn't expect was that Uncle Fifteen painted so well, and the flowers on the paper seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of flowers.

After Lan Jing stopped writing, he also carefully observed Uncle Fifteen for a while, and his state at that time did not look like an amnesiac person at all.

It was as if he had sealed up his memory, and when he was drawing, he automatically released his skills about drawing.

Lin Chu happily took a step forward, and was about to ask him if he remembered anything.

Seeing this, Lan Jing grabbed him and shook his head at him. Now that the situation is unknown, let him go with the flow. lest he be questioned and made him feel uneasy and closed his heart even more.

After Uncle Fifteen stopped writing, he smiled and looked at Lan Jing softly, as if to say, even if you don't draw well, I won't scold you.

Lan Jing smiled, pointed to his painting, and said, "I'm better at painting than you."

Uncle Fifteen glanced at Lan Jing and followed her finger to look at the painting, the painting seemed to give birth to a magical power, there was a light that attracted him, he seemed to see something.

Lan Jing wanted to say something, but he suddenly picked up the painting and muttered excitedly, "Huan'er, Huan'er, this is Huan'er..."

Lin Chu didn't know why, he leaned over to take a look, and Uncle Fifteen suddenly turned his head to look at him, and kept saying, "I, I, I..."

Suddenly, he let go of the drawing paper and squatted down holding his head, and unconsciously shouted: "My head hurts, my head hurts so much."