The winter sun is shining, but there is not much temperature, and it is cold and deserted on the body.

Jiuhuang squinted at Zuo Yu for a long time, then tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes bent into crescent moons: "Why do you say that? Ah Pei is very good to me, and Brother Zuo is also very good to me, why should I leave?"

Zuo Yu looked down at her, the hand holding the sword tightened, and then gradually loosened again: "I said nonsense, don't take it to heart." I still have something to do, so I'll go first. After speaking, he didn't wait for Jiuhuang to answer, and left quickly. Leaving Jiuhuang standing alone, he looked at his back as he left in confusion.

Zuo Yu's steps slowed down until he reached the outside of the courtyard, and he walked slowly with his head down, as if he was thinking about something. There was a sudden chuckle from beside him, Zuo Yu's steps stopped, the hand holding the sword tightened, looked up at the surroundings, his eyes were sharp, and he shouted softly: "Who?"

"Naturally, it's me. A very coquettish-sounding voice came, Zi Mei walked out from the corner not far away, a purple skirt was elegant and charming, she looked at Zuo Yu, the corners of her mouth hooked an arc, "Zuo Protector, long time no see." ”

"Looks like we just met yesterday. Zuo Yu continued, not saving her face at all.

Zi Mei choked, twisted her waist and walked to Zuo Yu's side, her figure charming. She walked around him, then raised her hand and gently poked his shoulder, and her cardamom fingers were slender and bewitching: "Left Protector, why do you have a straight face." You should thank me, if Fang is the sect leader, the left protector, do you think you can still live until now?"

Zuo Yu frowned slightly, and his voice was low: "If you have something to say, just say it." ”

"I really don't understand the taste. Zi Mei chuckled and looked at him, and no longer politely said, "Zuo Yu, you should have heard what I said to the sect leader yesterday." For the sake of being a fellow disciple, I remind you, it's okay for you to be soft-hearted, but however, you and I also know the fate of betraying the sect leader, don't ...... for irrelevant people," she paused, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually became meaningful, "Ruining yourself." ”

Zuo Yu's hand holding the sword tightened, and after a long time, he said softly, "I know." ”

"It's good to know. Purple Charm stroked her nails, chuckled, and walked away.

Zuo Yu looked at her back and was silent for a moment, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Since that day, Jiuhuang has not seen Zuo Yu for half a month. She is really bored by herself, so she always runs to the Qianyun Hall to find Wen Zipei.

To my surprise, Wen Zipei neither stopped nor objected to the fact that Jiuhuang always went to him, but the little guy guarding the door dutifully stopped Jiuhuang several times.

And except for the time to find Wen Zipei, Jiuhuang will go to study and study cooking. It turns out that everything has to be practiced, and the cooking skills are the same, in less than a month, from the dishes made by Jiuhuang, it is no longer possible to see the miserable when she made carrots and fried shredded pork.

Today, Jiuhuang made another dessert, and after carefully packing the things, he happily went to the Qianyun Hall with the food box.

After arriving at the Qianyun Palace, the little guy guarding the door was not there, and when Jiuhuang ran to the main hall unimpeded with the food box, he saw Wen Zipei sitting behind the desk, and the case was spread out with a picture scroll, with paint next to it, and a few books stacked in the upper right corner. His eyes were half-down, and he was adding color to the painting.

Jiuhuang walked over with great interest, put the food box aside, and then sat down on Wen Zipei's right hand with his skirt.

She first looked at the book on the desk, the book was about writing about the affairs of southern Xinjiang, several thick books were stacked together, Jiuhuang flipped through it casually, feeling bored, so she took a closer look at the painting that Wen Zipei was coloring, and said, "Ah Pei, this painting is old, why do you want to color it?"

It is true that the painting spread out on the desk is very old, the paper has been yellowed, and the color has faded a lot, and it looks like it has been painted for a long time, but it is undeniable that even if the painting is faded, it still looks good.

The picture scroll is painted with the scene of late spring, a large piece of peach blossoms blooms vividly, a few swallows fly sideways, and the upper right corner inscribes a few lines of poetry in small block letters: peach blossoms are shallow and deep, like even depth and light makeup. A private seal engraved with the word "long song" was printed at the signing place.

Wen Zipei took the pen with a shallow hook and finished coloring a peach blossom, but he did not answer Jiuhuang's question.

Jiuhuang stuck out his tongue, and didn't dare to ask more, so he simply held his chin and looked at Wen Zipei intently.

Wen Zipei looks very good holding the pen, his slender fingers are close to the barrel of the pen, and he has a little tenacity in his idleness. The side face is well-defined, the corners of the mouth are lightly pursed, the eyelids are half-drooping, and the light falls through the long eyelashes to cast a shadow.

Jiuhuang was stunned unconsciously, thinking about how a man could be so good-looking, better looking than her, unwilling, unwilling and so on.

It wasn't until Wen Zipei mended the color, waited for the paint to dry and carefully collected the scroll, and then knocked her fingers in front of Jiuhuang that she gradually came back to her senses.

Wen Zipei raised his eyes to look at her: "Is there anything to do with me?" ”

Jiuhuang was stunned, then remembered the reason for coming to him, and hurriedly took out the things in the food box, and said very attentively: "Ah Pei, I made rock sugar lotus seed soup today, and I specially brought it to you to taste!"

Wen Zipei stretched out his hand to pick up the paint on the table and poured it into the water, only then raised his eyes and glanced at the bowl of lotus seed soup that was still steaming, and said, "You can eat it yourself, I don't like to eat sweet." ”

"Okay. Jiuhuang looked at the bowl of lotus seed soup, and didn't dare to force it, so he put it back in the food box in frustration. She stretched her neck to look at the paint that had been poured by Wen Zipei, and said with some pity, "Ah Pei, why are you pouring these, what a pity!"

Wen Zipei replied lightly: "No need, naturally it will fall." ”

Jiuhuang thought for a while, looked at his eyes sparkling, and proposed with great interest: "Ah Pei, why don't you teach me to paint, so that these paints will not be wasted." ”

Wen Zipei stopped his movements and looked at her, with an uncertain look in his eyes: "Will you?"

Jiuhuang lowered his head a little embarrassed, twisted the corners of his clothes and said, "I just won't let you teach me." ”

Wen Zipei looked at the paint in his hand, was silent for a long time, and then nodded: "It's okay." ”

Wen Zipei cleaned up the table, then took out the rice paper and spread it on the case, and then pressed the paperweight on it, before looking at Jiuhuang: "You come here." ”

Jiuhuang happily ran over and sat down where Wen Zipei was sitting, picked up the pen and pinched it like he had just done, the silver bell on her wrist swayed, she looked at Wen Zipei, and said with great interest: "Ah Pei, what should I do?"

Wen Zipei stood behind her, lowered her eyes to see her posture of pinching the pen, leaned over to help her adjust slightly: "The hand holding the pen should be steady, the posture should be correct, you draw something and I'll take a look." ”

The warm breath fell on the base of his ear, and Jiuhuang felt a little itchy.

She raised her head, she could only prejudice his beautiful chin with a curve, her eyes moved down slightly, and she could see Wen Zipei's fingers gently touching her fingers, his hands were clean and slender, with a little coolness, but Jiuhuang felt that the coolness became hot little by little, and then moved up along the fingertips, and the heat gathered until the face did not stop.

Jiuhuang felt as if he was blushing.

She didn't listen to a word of what Wen Zipei said, she just sat stunned with the pen in her hand, and seemed a little at a loss.

Wen Zipei saw that Jiuhuang had not moved her pen, thinking that she would not, so she did not hesitate to take her hand to draw a lotus flower on the paper.

"Painting should pay attention to the calmness of the mind, and when you have calmed down, you can paint things well. Although the foundation is very important, this can be practiced, and it doesn't matter if you don't know it now. ”

He held her hand and took the pen to dye it red, and then colored the lotus. The thin red as a cloud of smoke spread out from the rice paper and spread a layer lightly.

Jiuhuang looked at the red lotus on the paper, his head was dizzy, and his heartbeat in his chest was like a drum. She calmed down for a while, and only after a while did she say, "Ah Pei, why are you so good to me?"

The tip of the pen was still lingering on the paper, and Wen Zipei had a little paint, so he said lightly: "Am I good to you?"

Jiuhuang nodded hurriedly: "Okay, you took me out of Southern Xinjiang, didn't leave me all the way, and took me back to your home, so that Brother Zuo could protect me." She paused, and continued, "You still take me shopping, teach me to paint, and let me ...... everywhere" She seemed to remember something, and the flush on her face became heavier and heavier, "You still ...... Hugged me......"

Wen Zipei's pen tip was stunned, and a bit of heavy red fell on the paper, and the originally elegant red lotus became nondescript, Jiuhuang looked at it and was surprised, "Ah".

"Nothing. Wen Zipei lowered his eyes, looked at the red lotus, and simply dyed the red against. In this way, although the eye-catching red was obscured, the originally pure and dreamy lotus flower suddenly became extremely charming.

"You just said...... Am I very good to you?" Wen Zipei asked after a long time, and there was no emotion in his cold tone.

Jiuhuang nodded: "Yes!"

"Do you like it or not?"

Jiuhuang thought for a moment and replied, "I like it!"

"Hmm. Wen Zipei replied lightly, and he didn't know what he meant.

Jiuhuang bit his lip and looked at the red lotus for a long time before he seemed to muster up the courage to say, "Ah Pei, you are so good to me, I will take it seriously." ”

Wen Zipei stiffened her hand, and then gradually let go. The warmth behind him gradually moved away, and the already warm hand that was held just now came into contact with the cold air, making Jiuhuang tremble slightly.

Wen Zipei turned around and walked to the basin filled with water, put his hands in, and washed the paint on his hands little by little: "It's late, you go back first." After saying that, she paused, and then said, "If you like that painting, take it back." ”

Jiuhuang followed him and ran to him, looking at him with a tangled face: "Ah Pei, don't you like me?"

Wen Zipei's hand paused.

Jiuhuang stared at his side face for a long time, and then unexpectedly stepped forward and kissed him, after kissing her, she turned around and ran, and when she ran through the case, she also took away the rice paper with red lotus by the way.

Jiuhuang said as he ran: "Ah Pei, I like you." Whether you like me or not now, one day, I'll make you like me!"

The empty hall echoed with the words of Jiuhuang that seemed to be an oath, and Wen Zipei stood by the basin for a long time, then took out his hand and wiped it on the white handkerchief.

This book was first published in Reading Books