Shen Zhiyu was gentle and polite, and her voice blew into Mo Fuluo's ears like a warm breeze, making her almost lose the power to parry. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Fuluo touched the small lock on the wooden box and changed the topic, "The wooden box is locked, does Shen Gongzi have the key?" ”

"Oh, if the girl didn't say it, I almost forgot."

Shen Zhiyu raised his hand and touched his waist a few times, and took out a string of gold silk tassels, a few keys on it, and a small copper bell.

Mo Fuluo's gaze was fixed on the small copper bell and swayed. The dark eyes gradually reflected the string of delicate little things.

Shen Zhiyu took off one of the keys and handed it to Mo Fuluo.

Mo Fuluo stretched out his hand to take it, but his eyes never left the string of copper bells.

The brass bell was about the size of a thumb, and it was a little older, and the veins on the surface had been polished very flat, but because of the wearer's care, there was no stain or rust.

"Then why didn't the bell ring?" Mo Fuluo asked.

"It's been a long time, and it's empty. It can only be regarded as a remembrance, because it is—" Shen Zhiyu paused, his eyes picked up slightly, and he looked towards Mo Fuluo, "Gifted by an old friend." ”

Mo Fuluo's face had no other color, but he just gave Shen Zhiyu a deep look, and then nodded slightly, and said coldly: "It seems that Shen Gongzi must be a person who values love and righteousness." ”

"Is that Miss Mo?" Shen Zhiyu suddenly asked Mo Fuluo.

"The floating basket is not talented, and I have always disliked being close to people, so naturally I don't have any friends, and of course I can't talk about any affection......"

With Mo Fuyu's words, the light in Shen Zhiyu's eyes gradually faded.

"I'm afraid I've disappointed Shen Gongzi." Mo Fuluo continued.

Shen Zhiyu shook his head with a wry smile, and said softly, "Miss Mo is too arrogant...... I don't know, does Miss Mo like bells? ”

Mo Fulu didn't expect Shen Zhiyu to ask this, so he couldn't help but be a little stunned, and after thinking for a while, he replied coldly with three words: "I don't like it." ”

"That's it......" The disappointment in Shen Zhiyu's eyes aggravated a little, and he changed the topic again.

"Miss Mo remembers to apply medicine every day when she goes back. This medicine is very effective, as long as Miss Mo insists on using it, the scar will fade away within half a moon. ”

"Does this Daji woman not want to have a scar?"

Shen Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, looking at Mo Fulu's eyebrows and eyes were still as warm as jade, and said softly: "It's not only Daji, I'm afraid that all the women in the world don't want to." Does Miss Mo have any concerns? ”

"No, just want to know what you think."

"What's in mind?" The light in Shen Zhiyu's eyes lit up again, thought about it, and said slowly: "You must know how to cherish yourself, especially for women. ”

"Take care of yourself?"

Mo Fuluo tasted this sentence repeatedly, and couldn't help but bring out a few wry smiles.

Shen Zhiyu, sure enough, it's still the same Shen Zhiyu. Just like when I was a child, even the comforting words are so heartwarming.

But what about her?

Cherishing herself is easier said than done, but how easy is it for her?

It's just that what she didn't expect was that the bell Shen Zhiyu had always carried it, and even she had to forget the appearance of the bell, and he still carried it all the time.

Mo Fuluo hurriedly lowered his head, trying to hide the glint in his eyes.

"If nothing else, I'll go first."

Mo Fuluo hurriedly stood up, and wanted to leave as he spoke.

"Wait, girl!"

Shen Zhiyu got up quickly, and in the next second, he had already stretched out a hand and grabbed Mo Fuluo's wrist, and then said: "I want to paint a portrait in the next second, can the girl help me finish it?" ”

Mo Fulu wanted to leave in such a panic, she was completely afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions after staying for a long time, but in the face of Shen Zhiyu's retention, she couldn't say anything to refuse.

Feeling a section of temperature coming from her wrist, she looked down and saw a pair of white and slender hands grasping her cyan orchid-bottom cuffs, which were a little dazzling.

Shen Zhiyu also moved his gaze downward, only to find that he had grabbed the wrist of the girl at some point, and his cheeks instantly flushed, and he immediately let go.

"Yes, I'm sorry girl, it's overstepping."

The string that Mo Fuluo was originally tense finally loosened when he saw Shen Zhiyu's expression at this moment, and couldn't help but chuckle: "What does Shen Gongzi want to draw?" ”

Shen Zhiyu raised his hand to cover his lips, coughed lightly twice to hide Fang Cai's embarrassment, and replied unhurriedly: "I want to draw you, is it okay?" ”

Mo Fuluo's heart jumped, his breathing became a little heavier, and his face turned a little red in an instant.

"Okay."

Even though he should refuse in every possible way, he couldn't even say a word "no" to him.

"Then please sit here and wait for me, and I'll go and bring the pen, ink and paper." Shen Zhiyu regained his smile again, and after greeting Mo Fuluo, he ran into the house again.

I remember when I was a child, Shen Zhiyu also loved to paint for her, she was ignorant and couldn't sit still at that time, and she had to be coaxed by Shen Zhiyu left and right to sit firmly for a while and let him write.

But when she was a child, whether she was moving or still, she would have a sweet smile, especially when she was facing her brother Zhiyu, not to mention how happy she was.

Now, she can't smile anymore. Even if you laugh, you will not be innocent again.

"Miss Mo, please sit over there and don't move for a while."

Shen Zhiyu rushed to Mo Fuluo, set up a table not far away, spread a white paper on it, Qingyue helped grind it next to him, and Shen Zhiyu picked up the pen and began to draw.

Every stroke was so serious, and as soon as he lowered his head and raised his head, Mo Fuluo watched quietly not far away, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

The same scene as when he was a child, the same Shen Zhiyu as when he was a child, the only thing that has changed is Ran Ling when he was a child.

Brother Zhiyu's sister Bell died eight years ago.

Mo Fuluo raised his hand in a panic to cover half of his face, stood up suddenly, and said coldly to Shen Zhiyu: "I'm tired today, so let's stop here." ”

Before Shen Zhiyu could reply, Mo Fuluo turned around and picked up the small wooden box on the table behind him, raised his feet and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

"Miss Mo, wait—"

Qing Yue just wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Shen Zhiyu raising his hand, he turned his head to look and found that his master's expression was in a trance.

The hand holding the pen stopped in mid-air, and the ink on the tip of the pen pooled together and dripped slowly, slowly.

The ink dripping on the paper gradually blurred into a dark dot that was right on half of the woman's face. was supposed to be a beautiful woman with beautiful facial features and charming eyes and a smile, but her beauty was covered by this black spot.

"Hey!" Shen Zhiyu, who reacted, hurriedly moved the brush away, but unfortunately it was too late.

What a good painting, just ruined.

I don't know when I will draw next time.

Shen Zhiyu put down the pen and raised his hand to gently caress the woman in the painting.

Her eyebrows, her eyes, her lips......

After looking at it for a long time and thinking for a long time, he picked up the pen again and pointed at the black spot on the left side of his face.

In a few moments, a flower bloomed on her face.

"Bell, is it you?"

Shen Zhiyu put down the pen and looked at Mo Fuluo in the painting.