I refocused my gaze on the soul-attracting lamp, and in a blur, a picture scroll appeared in front of my eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The peach blossoms at the ferry are scorching, and the lonely smoke and plum rain are blowing one after another.

The meandering river reflects the distant mountains that meanders past the town, and the wooden boats that rise along the river glow with damp air. The rain falling from the eaves rolls down in the clear water of the bluestone slab bridge, reflecting the gorgeous morning light on the horizon, like the gentle eye waves of a girl.

Looking from afar, carefully identifying in the hazy fog, I clearly saw a small boat floating on the river.

Although the boat was not large, there were three people standing at this time, and an elderly boatman rowed his oars in front of him, and hummed the boat's horn loudly. Behind him sat a girl, who seemed to be very young, but the graceful red shadow gave a touch of enchantment to the smoky morning.

She applied light fat powder, her face was white, the blue waves were clear, and she was dressed in red. Charming face, ten thousand styles.

That's the famous beauty Xue Yan. It is said that she is famous, but it is better to talk about her painting skills.

There have always been many people who love to paint in the world, some people can put their eyes on Jackie Chan, some people can paint butterflies, and she Xueyan also has her unique painting skills, that is, painting comes true. Although it was only an hour after the dead thing came to life, it also surprised the world, and for a time Xue Yan became famous in the northern frontier.

It's just that no one knows that Xue Yan's painting skills are not innate, but taught by Qin Zimo, the man next to her.

The boat slowly rowed towards the mouth of the alley, the sun had risen in the east, and the sun shone softly on the ground, as light as a light veil. Looking at the infinite scenery in the distance, Xue Yan softly asked the man standing beside her, "Childe, where are we going?" ”

Qin Zimo smiled faintly: "Jiangnan." ”

She was slightly stunned, but she still smiled, and Wen Yan spoke: "Why do you want to go to Jiangnan?" After asking, she lowered her eyes slightly, she seemed to know the general situation, seemed to be so good, but no one knew the panic in her heart.

Jiangnan, that is Qin Zimo's hometown. He had never brought her here, and he had said that it was sad, and that it was better not to go.

Qin Zimo smiled again: "It's not for any reason, I just want to go." ”

"But, there's a ...... there" A gust of wind blew, and the peach blossoms around him drifted with the breeze, Xue Yan was about to speak, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Qin Zimo's folding fan swaying gently, and when she met the crimson petals blowing on his shoulder, she was stunned in an instant.

He didn't seem to care, he still smiled lightly, with his usual carelessness: "A blurred smoke and rain, and the ink fragrance flips a thousand wisps." The wind flowers are curling and sending sunken fish, who remembers the spring? Stepping through Yuyu on a cold night, the three-foot green edge is patina. Burning incense and drunkenness plucked three or two songs, and the strings were broken. ”

Xue Yan lowered her eyelashes slightly, and blindly sat quietly on the side, but at the bottom of her heart, there was an inexplicable trace of coldness.

Xue Yan used to be the daughter of a high-ranking official family, and when she met Qin Zimo, it was when her family suffered an accident.

It's just that I was young, and everything from many years ago seemed to pass by like water, and the memories in my mind no longer existed. Although the wealth and glory are no longer there, she has never been here, even if she is displaced, she is also happy.

For so many years, she only remembered that she was rescued by Qin Zimo later, and then became his maid.

And this is for several years.

She accompanied him to see the prosperous scenery of the world, and he taught her to paint the beautiful scenery of the world. For example, the desolate magnificence of Mobei, such as the flowing spring in the desert, such as the poplar forest that stretches for thousands of miles, such as the simple frontier style.

It's just that although she is with her day and night, she still can't guess what kind of sad things are hidden under those warm eyes all day long.

She only knew that Qin Zimo was the son of a Jiangnan family, but she didn't know why she left her hometown. He never told her anything about him, as if it were a yellowed piece of rice paper, thin but unbroken. She would often ask questions unintentionally, but no matter how she spoke, he never said a word.

Unexpectedly, she remembered that for so many years, Qin Zimo carried a painting scroll all day long, and the painting scroll was just an ordinary material, but he never let her see the content of the painting.

Is the painting probably copied by his sweetheart? Xue Yan often thinks wistfully, it seems to be a nightmare, so she doesn't think about tea or food. She wanted to know what kind of wonderful woman was in the painting, so that people like Qin Zimo, who were used to living a casual drifting life, would never forget it all day long.

There was a deep sharp pain in the depths of her heart suddenly, and then it spread uncontrollably and rapidly, and then no matter how indifferent, no matter how she could see it, no matter how she persuaded herself, but after all, there was no way not to ignore it, and there was no way not to care.

She began to go berserk with jealousy.

Her pride and ease, at that moment, seemed to have all sunk into the darkness, and the one buried in her heart was nothing more than her own wishful thinking after all, or rather, it all turned into ridiculous self-deception.

Occasionally, she finally mustered up the courage to ask him: "Zimo, is that painting your wife?" ”

He looked into her eyes, and then the dark eyes deepened little by little, and she saw too many dark emotions in a flash, and she couldn't see through them, and she couldn't tell them.

Qin Zimo didn't say anything after all, and his back went farther and farther away in Xue Yan's sight.