The horizontal stroke, Yingxue lifted the pen, added a few strokes to it, Yanran, turned into a roof, and then, filled in a few strokes, a small pavilion appeared.

Yingxue took out a thin little hao and inscribed a name on the pavilion, Sanli Pavilion!

Zheng Beiqi asked puzzledly, "Why is it called Sanli Pavilion?" Is it a place name? ”

Ying Xue saw that he was interested, and whispered, "Three miles out of the country, this pavilion is a place for passing merchants to rest." ”

Since the copying could not be completed, Yingxue simply changed the artistic conception.

The eaves of the pavilion are dripping with water droplets, and not far away, the big banana leaves, on it, the water droplets are obvious.

Around the pavilion, Yingxue drew a clump of fragrant grass, the petals seemed to be tender after the rain, and the sky was floating with wisps of dark clouds, quite the artistic conception of sunrise in the east and rain in the west.

Yingxue was improvised, and the entry of the painting shocked Zheng Beiqi again.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and it was almost eleven o'clock.

Yingxue's painting is about to be completed.

Zheng Beiqi saw Yingxue put down the pen, went over to stroke her shoulder, and gently pressed it a few times for her.

His thoughtfulness gave Yingxue a new sense, and she enjoyed it quietly, Yingxue moved her neck slightly, and now, Zheng Beiqi's hand walked upward from her shoulder, wanting to rub her cervical spine for her.

Touching Yingxue's skin, Yingxue dodged, "I forgot to inscribe the poem." ”

Inscription poem?

Zheng Beiqi was stunned for an instant, only to see Yingxue lifting the pen, in the upper left corner, inscribed a poem: The morning rain into the flowers as a companion is in front of the window to sprinkle cool dew slippery beads and fragrant grass drunk thousands of wisps of light Chiyun Township She waved the pen posture, with Zheng Beiqi's unbelievable rhyme, the brush words to practice the heart, reflecting the snow to the point of perfection, so that Zheng Beiqi was impressed again.

Yingxue actually wrote poems by herself, flowing water, in one go, to be exact, a talented girl, it seems to be close to her at this moment, no, versatile, in line with her.

Poems, and then thought of the words, remembering the calligraphy and painting that Yingxue gave herself, could it be that she made the words herself?

"Who made the poems? The soft scenery sounds like a woman. ”

Zheng Beiqi asked carefully, and Ying Xue smiled, "I made my own poems!" ”

Zheng Beiqi just guessed that it was really Yingxue who wrote poems by herself!

Thinking of her soft stroking the qin, remembering the scene when he first met Yingxue, the lotus-like quiet and vulgar, Zheng Beiqi suddenly thought of Yingxue's piano sound that seemed to contain the taste of history, and the calligraphy and painting that Yingxue sent herself, "Remembering the Clouds" is a sigh, empty and sad, watching from afar, and sending a message of reminiscence.

The heart is hard to find, regret the beginning, the lotus submerged the world.

If you hate, the pain is unbearable, and the heart is full of earthly wounds.

When there is no demand, there is nothing to do, the old miniature is dependent on each other, leaving no traces, no traces, no shadows when coming, stepping without traces, and secretly sad in vain.

At first, I just looked at Ying Xuejuanxiu's handwriting, but I didn't think that this was her own words.

With a question, "Yingxue, do you remember to give me that calligraphy and painting?" ”

Yingxue nodded, "Remember, remember the clouds." ”

"Words you made yourself?"

"Well, I made it myself."

In Yingxue's era, there was no concept of plagiarism, and plagiarism was obviously a villain's behavior.

Most literati disdain.

It is not on the same level as copying.

Copying is ashamed of oneself and admiration.

Yingxue's answer once again made Zheng Beiqi confused, as if he couldn't understand her more and more.

"It's not early, let's go rest!"

Zheng Beiqi saw that the time was almost twelve o'clock, and urged her.

Lifted the rice paper, brushed the glue alum water, Yingxue and Zheng Beiqi walked into the villa together.

A qiē seems to be the same as when she left.

The familiar feeling warmed Yingxue's heart.

"Call me at five o'clock tomorrow morning, brush it again, fix the ink, it's good."

Ying Xue was afraid that she wouldn't be able to get up and delay Yuanyuan's matter.

Zheng Beiqi was a little distressed, "Five o'clock, so early?" ”