In the dimly lit room, a stove of ox head sandalwood was quietly lit. Gu Yelan saw a slender figure wearing white gauze in the haze, dancing lightly.

The thin white orchid fingers gently fell from the hair to the feet, and quietly bloomed in a circle to the ears, the waist swayed, and the skirt rippled up and down.

The water waist twisted, bent his body, turned up, and his face was covered by the flying water sleeve manza, which was not real.

Unreal and ethereal, hazy, like white moonlight in the mist, smiling shyly.

She spun faster and faster, and suddenly, the jade foot flicked, and a leap froze in the air into a blooming orchid.

As soon as the smoke melted, Yelan opened her eyes.

The mahogany pavilion in the house displays delicate ornaments stained with antique style.

There is a small jade smoker on the carved table next to the pavilion, and a wisp of mellow incense slowly rises on the lid of the stove, Yelan can only vaguely distinguish that this is sandalwood, and gradually sober up when she smells this smell.

She knew that she was back in the little dark room.

She sat up from the bed, quickly lifted the ice quilt, and put on her slippers.

Pull out the stool, light the lamp, open the bottom of the toolbox, pull out a sheet of manuscript paper and spread it out.

She pulled the green silk back with both hands, picked up the branch that was resting next to the drawing board, wrapped it quickly, twisted her hair into a bun, and then, taking out a graphite pencil, she quickly but delicately traced it on the paper...... Yefang slowly put a cup of "Han Spring and Autumn"

The bamboo leaf green tea was placed on the tea tray, looking at the new green stretched out in the black porcelain cup, and sighed faintly.

"Aunt Fang, don't take it to heart, Yelan was evil outside last night, so she kept talking nonsense."

Gu Zimo looked at Aunt Fang, who hadn't closed her eyes all night, and comforted, "The ox head sandalwood that I lit last night is very effective, she rested quietly for so many nights, and she will be fine when she wakes up." ”

Ye Fang shook her head: "Zimo, I was also wrong yesterday, I shouldn't have torn her paintings, let alone hit her and stimulated her, it's me!" I was really dizzy, knowing that her body was not very good...... Hey, your sister, that's stubborn...... Like me! ”

"Aunt Fang, Yelan is still young, sometimes it is inevitable to be a little willful, let's just let her a little more."

Gu Zimo gently persuaded, "It's good to wait for her to grow up a little more." ”

Ye Fang smiled slightly: "Zimo, you always think that Yelan is your little sister, in a blink of an eye, she is already sixteen years old, and she is different from the well-behaved little girl at the age of six." ”

Gu Zimo looked at the wisp of blue floating up from the black porcelain cup, and his thoughts wandered.

When Gu Zimo first saw Yelan, she was wearing a cute bun and wearing a blue shirt behind Aunt Fang's blue cheongsam, her big eyes carefully looked at this strange Qiqi, and when her eyes fell on him, he noticed that there was a shallow smile on her face that was as fat as jade.

That year, Gu Zimo was thirteen years old and Yelan was six years old.

The light shining in the corner of the upstairs leaked a star or two from the corridor, and they knew that Gu Yelan had woken up.

When Gu Yelan drew the last ink line with the dipping pen in her hand, she was stunned when she looked at the painting.

This is clearly the night magnolia last night.

However, every stroke she made was clearly just the dancing woman in her dream.

Her brain ached slightly, the scent of the cow's head and sandalwood quietly lingered, she rubbed her temples and gradually spliced together some fragments, and her brows slowly frowned.

The decoration of the new home is antique, highlighting Gu Xianli's identity as the president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association, and also in line with Yefang's intentions.

Finally left the courtyard, and finally didn't have to pay attention to Grandma Gu's endless disgust.

It seems that everyone is proud, only Yelan is still faint.

She chose the little secluded dark room, which she liked to stay in, drowning in silent darkness, trying not to cause them unnecessary trouble.

Perhaps, her existence is a problem in itself.

She could also see her mother's care for her, and the ornaments on the mahogany pavilion were all outlined in her comics, and all of them became true.

Also, the set of painting tools she bought for her was exactly what she dreamed of, and as a girl on the road to becoming a cartoonist, she didn't dare to ask for more.

Most of the divorced children are unhappy, but she has always felt that she is lucky and happy, in this family, in addition to her loving mother, there is also a brother who has always cared for her...... But, is that really the case?

When moving the animation tool, the eraser that accidentally rolled down to the bottom of the bed seemed to erase all the illusions.

She would rather never find the little wooden box for the rest of her life, and let it lie quietly under the bed for the rest of her life.

Divorce agreements, admission notices, some sparsely cut photos...... At the bottom, there is an ancient mirror lying quietly.

Yesterday's big fight with my mother has never been seen for so many years, she has always been quiet and contented in this home, why would she be so willful and willful?

Why do you want to draw a family portrait from the past to stimulate your mother?

Why are you clamoring for your dad?

Because her mother lied to her!

Deceived her for a whole decade!