Doctor Miao only felt that Nalan Qi's childish voice with some snickering joy exploded in her ears like thunder and lightning, her face turned white, her head was a little dazed, and the whole person was stunned like a clay sculpture poked on the low side. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"How did you...

After a long while, she calmed down her panicked mood, took a few breaths, barely squeezed out a wry smile at Nalan Qi, and stammered and asked.

Doctor Nalan Qi was so stunned that he was stunned for a while.

She carefully observed Doctor Miao's face, and saw that she was panting heavily, so she hurriedly dodged to the side of the low table and poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

After doing this, Nalan Qi stared at Doctor Miao for a while, and when he saw that there was no big problem, he explained softly: "I know that the ink treasure mounted on the wall is my father's early work. However, in addition to my father's mastery of the technique, the owner of the painting has been painstakingly preserving it for many years. ”

Nalan Qi paused, turned his gaze to the painting hanging on the north wall, and said, "But if you look closely at this painting, you will find that its corners are slightly upturned, and some of the edges are even worn and damaged, I suspect that someone has rubbed it over the years." ”

"So, how can you be sure that the person who rubs me is me, or that I paint because... because...

Although Doctor Miao was still talking in a whisper, his face had eased slightly. She took a sip of tea, with a puzzled look between her eyebrows, and asked Nalan Qi.

Nalan Qi sighed in a tricky way, blinked playfully, and then said unhurriedly: "Naturally, I guessed at random, and I don't have the ability to calculate." ”

Doctor Miao added a little blood, and his face stiffened again.

"By the way, Doctor Miao, my father is a medical nerd, although he has no talent. But if he knew that you, the famous doctor who had begun to make a spring, admired him, he would have been so happy that he would have forgotten his form. Nalan Qi hurriedly shouted.

"Joy to forgetfulness?" Doctor Miao muttered a little stunned.

She lowered her head and looked fixedly at the pretty face in front of her, which was seven points similar to Nalan Junyi, and her thoughts suddenly returned to that night many years ago.

It was the eve of her wedding, a light moon and a drunken night of spring breeze.

She tried her best to avoid the guards outside the boudoir, but she bumped into Nalan Junyi, who was hiding in the dog hole in the backyard for some reason, and bumped into the variable of her life.

Both of them were frightened by each other, and they rushed out in a panic.

They have been running wildly, passing by the streets lined with shops, passing by the singing and dancing Yuefu, passing by the fragrant and fragrant flower gardens, passing by the green vine-covered alleys, and finally they both collapsed on the grassy land in the suburbs, looking at each other and smiling.

At first sight, Yoshiro was mistaken for life.

From then on, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the stone flows gold, the jade dew is cold, the snow is frosty, and the spring, summer, autumn and winter rotate at four times, just looking forward to meeting you again.

Nalan Qi saw that Dr. Miao looked at him directly and didn't say a word, knowing that she must be reminiscing about the past, so he drank tea by himself.

If he knew, he probably wouldn't have gotten carried away with joy. To me, he is the cinnabar in my heart, but I am like him, probably just a meeting in the water. Luckily, I've gotten used to it over the years. ”

After a long time, Doctor Miao sighed sullenly, although her words were full of loneliness, her face was still smiling.

When she saw that Nalan Qi was like a little adult, she lowered her head and tasted tea slowly, she couldn't help but sneer, and quickly snatched the tea cup from Nalan Qi's hand, raised her eyebrows and quipped: "Didn't the old grandmother in your house tell you that children will have nightmares at night when they drink tea." ”

"Mo Kuang lied to me" Nalan Qi pursed his lips and shook his head and pounced.

"Stay away from me, your father is used to using the ink made by Lize Hall, and you are also stained with a little ink fragrance. That ink is really stinky, restless and self-made ink to add flower juice to it, but also added white sandalwood, Su wood, comfrey, Su Hexiang four medicinal materials, it is really tyrannical! ”

Doctor Miao snorted his nose in a matter-of-fact manner, and poked Nalan Qi's head with his index finger, pushing her aside.

"It's obviously a ghostly rhyme, but what you say stinks is incredible!" Nalan Qi pretended to pout in annoyance, and stared at Doctor Miao with a pair of dark eyes, looking domineering.

But she touched Doctor Miao's smiling pupils, and she lost her words for no reason.

Three autumns in one day, her eyes pierce her intestines, and she is too familiar with the meaning of this kind of eye color.

Because many years ago, she was also so stunned, in the dark night of the beacon fire, curled up in the reeds of the summer mosquitoes in Moshang, with her fingers as the pen and blood as the ink, she sketched the slowly blooming hibiscus over and over again, waiting for the young man who had not returned.

Lovesickness, who knows?

Maybe it's because of a relative, maybe it's a ghost who sends a god, Nalan Qi hesitated for a moment and said, "Doctor Miao, don't you think you and I have a mother-daughter relationship that is made in heaven and earth?" Why don't you be my mother-in-law. ”

"Huh?" Doctor Miao only felt a turbulent wave in her heart, and she slowly clenched the tea cup in her fist.

If someone else said this, she would only think it was crazy, but Nalan Qi's deep eyes made her believe it for no reason.

"Master, Miss Nalan, the slave has wrapped up the tiger palm grass."

Both of them looked at each other without saying a word, holding their breath, but Okra lifted the curtain and broke in, stirring up the tense atmosphere in the room.

The maid should have run over with arrowsteps, and her flushed face was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, but she didn't care about wiping it, so she stepped over to Doctor Miao in three steps and two steps, and said in a panic: "Master, it's not good, Miss Nalan's rice noodle-smelling maid is shouting outside, saying that the magpie that their young lady picked up is no good."