The blood is cold on the side, he can't stop it too much, but it will make Mao Qing suspicious, but anyway, this young man doesn't know Mao Qing's true identity, it's just a flower, and he won't think of anything when he thinks about it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Okay, I'll draw it for you now." The young man said excitedly, "Girl, you come with me, I'll go home and draw it for you." ”

In this way, the three of them hurried to the young man's house, and went directly into the study, where the man laid out the drawing paper, dipped it in ink and began to draw with a pen.

Mao Qing stared nervously at the young man's every stroke, and for some reason he cared so much about the flower that he didn't know what to do.

Xueleng looked at the study, and finally stopped at a painting hanging on the wall, it was a woman, a young woman, wearing an inappropriate black gown, the green silk was scattered behind her, blowing with the wind, the peach blossom eyes with a happy smile, the pear vortex was shallow, and she was wearing a blooming flower between her temples, Xueleng recognized that it was the other side, but the woman's slender fingers were dishonestly inserted in her hair, and her fingertips were lightly picked, and the flowers on the other side had a tendency to fall.

This painting is very expressive, although there are some hesitations in many places, but you can see how attentive the person who painted it.

And the woman in this painting has a nine-point resemblance to Mao Qing, and Xueleng thought, "It turns out that you looked like this when you were young." ”

But the man who was supposed to be with Mao Qing was not depicted.

The young man drew very quickly, as if he had painted countless times, and in fact he had painted countless times.

"Okay, that's it." The young man dropped his pen and spoke.

Mao Qing tilted her head and looked at the flower on the paper, "What color is it?" ”

"White." The young man said truthfully.

"White... Mao Qing read, and then her head was in a trance, and her body shook uncontrollably, but fortunately she held on to the table, but her head was getting more and more painful.

The young man didn't know what was wrong with her, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?" ”

What answered her was a painful roar from Mao Qing, who couldn't control it anymore, and was so crazy that she lifted all the things on the table, and slammed her head on the table.

Her actions frightened the young man before he could react, but fortunately, he moved quickly, and as soon as he reached out, he grabbed the back collar of the green shirt.

Mao Qing struggled like crazy, grabbed his head with his hand, and the hat he was wearing was also thrown to the side, "My head hurts so much, it hurts me to death!" Mao Qing roared almost heartbreakingly.

Seeing this, Xueleng directly slashed over with a hand knife, stunting Mao Qing.

Mao Qing's eyes rolled, his body softened, and he fell into the arms of the blood cold.

Xueleng picked up the green and walked out, the young man finally came back to his senses, chased after him, and asked, "Where are you going to take her?" ”

Xueleng didn't reply, and the young man said anxiously, "She doesn't seem to be in good health, so it's better to rest with me first." ”

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly pointed to the room on the side and said, "Follow me, this is the guest room." As he spoke, the man ran to the guest room, opened the door, and invited him in.

Xueleng put Mao Qing on the bed, and the young man stood by the bed, looking at Mao Qing who was still frowning and looking uncomfortable even after fainting, and said with concern, "I'll go find a doctor." ”

Blood Leng waved his hand to stop, "No need. ”

"That..." The young man wanted to speak and stopped, and then Xue Leng continued, "It's an old problem, just wake up." ”

The young man nodded, a little distressed, how could such a girl have such madness.

When it was about to get dark, Mao Qing woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that Xue Leng was looking at him, Mao Qing tried hard to recall what happened before, and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I'm causing you trouble again." ”

"If you can't remember the past, you don't have to think about it anymore." Blood Leng said.

Mao Qing nodded, but her expression was full of loss, who would think that she couldn't even remember one thing about her past.

The two were silent, the young man knocked on the door and walked in, and when he saw that Mao Qing had woken up, he immediately walked over and asked with concern, "How is it?" Still have a headache? ”

Mao Qing looked at the young man, she didn't remember him, and listening to what he said, even if she didn't lose her memory, she should only have a one-sided relationship with him, but the other party cared about her so much, which made her very grateful.

"It doesn't hurt, I'm causing you trouble." Mao Qing replied with a smile.

When the young man saw her smile, he immediately straightened his eyes and scratched his head shyly, "Don't bother, don't bother, I made soup for you, since you're awake, I'll serve it to you." ”

As he spoke, the man walked out, and Mao Qing got up, "Wait a minute, I'll go out for a drink." ”

"Okay." The man replied with a grin.

Mao Qing got out of bed and looked at Xueleng, the other party looked like I didn't want to go, so Mao Qing didn't ask again.

Walking out of the house with the young man and towards the kitchen, Mao Qing thought about it and asked, "You said that when you saw me, I was with a man, do you remember what he looked like?" ”

The young man didn't think about it, and replied, "Of course I remember." ”

Mao Qing was a little nervous, "Then what does he look like?" ”

"He, like a fairy who walked out of the book, looks high, handsome and can't be described in words, the momentum on his body is simply more than the emperor, in short, in my life, except for his position, I have never seen such an imposing person." The man said that although he only had a one-sided relationship with the Sakura Festival, he worshipped the Sakura Festival very much.

Mao Qing nodded, thinking in his heart that he was high and imposing, his father was the king of the demon clan, and he was very capable of these two things, but he was handsome? Could it be that my father used to be very handsome, but only recently...

"You wait for me here, I'll fetch it." The young man said, pointing to the round table in the courtyard.

Mao Qing nodded, sat down, and not long after, the young man walked out with the boiled soup.

Mao Qing smelled the fragrance and praised, "Good soup." ”

The young man was very happy to be praised, and diligently scooped a bowl for the green and said, "This is a soothing soup, if you drink some, your head won't hurt." ”

"Thank you." Mao Qing thanked him and drank it, it tasted very good.

The young man was also happy to see that he had drunk well.

Blood Leng stood in the distance, looking at the two of them, thinking that it seemed that they couldn't hang out outside.

Seeing that Mao Qing finished drinking the soup and put down the spoon, Xueleng walked over, and Maoqing and the young man looked at Xueleng together.

"I still have something to do, let's go home with me first." Blood Leng looked at Mao Qing and said.

Mao Qing's expression darkened, but he had already caused a lot of trouble to Xueleng after coming out for so many days, and because of his loss of memory, his father also told him not to be outside, for fear of being used by people with bad intentions.

Mao Qing got up, looked at the young man, and said, "I'm leaving, I'm glad to meet you." ”

The young man was reluctant, "Are you going to leave so soon?" ”

Mao Qing nodded helplessly, "Well, wait until next time I'm coming to play with you." ”

Hearing this, the young man finally smiled, "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”

Mao Qing nodded, then walked out with Xueleng, the young man saw each other off, looked at the two who walked away, and shouted, "You, you haven't told me your name yet!" ”

Mao Qing turned around and said, "My name is Xuexue, are you?" ”

"Bloody snow... The young man read the toilet and shouted, "My name is Pastoral." ”

"Okay, I remember." (To be continued.) )