After reading all of Zhong Liche's paintings, Hua Tian's eyebrows were smiling at the corners of his eyes, and he turned his face sideways to look at Zhong Liche and smiled.

Under the lamp, her already soft facial features became even hazy, making Zhong Li Che unable to take his eyes off it.

"How did you remember to paint me these pictures?" Hua Tian asked.

Zhong Li Che sat down, approached Hua Tian, and said, "I have seen Mr. Shuangcheng's landscape paintings, so I have been thinking that when I have time, I will definitely look at all the beautiful scenery in this world with you, and then paint them." At this moment, the opportunity has finally been met. ”

After Hua Tian listened, his heart was agitated, but he was also a little awkward, and his expression became complicated at the moment.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Liche's gaze never left Hua Tian, and whenever Hua Tian's expression changed slightly, he was told to look at it.

Hua Tian raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's okay, I also have a gift for you." ”

As he spoke, he put Zhong Li Toru's painting back on the table, leaned over and touched Zhong Li Toru's forehead with his forehead, and got up to the desk by the window.

There were the paintings she had drawn in the past few days next to the desk, and she had already paid attention to them in her heart, so she didn't hesitate at all, put them all together, and brought them to Zhong Liche.

"You gave me a painting too?" Zhong Li looked at Hua Tian with a smile on his face that could not be concealed.

Hua Tian nodded, "Well, you can take a look first." ”

Zhong Li had no doubt that he had him, took Hua Tian's painting, put it on the table and opened it, and looked down.

Just by looking at him, he could find that Hua Tian's skills were much higher than him, the mountain, the water, even the grass and trees were lifelike, as if the situation in front of him.

This is not an ordinary master of painting, this is a master of painting, and this painting has risen to the level of art.

Zhongli Che looked at it very seriously. Also fascinated.

Just as Hua Tian saw the affection in his paintings, he also saw the unrepentant affection in Hua Tian's paintings.

In addition, the steepness of the mountains, the tranquility and gentleness of the blue waves, and the budding of the trees poke out hope...... The painter's love for the scenery of the lake and the mountains breaks through the painting paper and faces the viewer directly.

Zhong Li Che was so fascinated that he was almost immersed in the painting.

Vaguely. He went back to that day. Talking and laughing with Hua Tian riding a horse, passing by the scene under the snowy mountain. At that time, they were happy and had a heart-to-heart relationship for a short time, it was tenderness and sweetness, and everything was good.

Under the snowy mountains. They dismounted and stayed by the lake for a long time, and they talked to each other in love and without knowing how happy and happy.

Zhongli was intoxicated. Immersed in the painting, a long time passed. recalled all the love words between him and Hua Tian that day, and then slowly sobered up.

The painting was still the same painting, but Zhong Litou was speechless.

This painting technique, this allegorical technique. It will definitely not go unnoticed! He wanted to ask Hua Tian, but a strange sense of familiarity made him subconsciously look at the place where he fell.

The name that has been praised by countless people quietly appeared at the sign-off place. As always, there are no fancy strokes. There is no gorgeous font, only restrained talent and arrogance.

"Mr. Twin Cities—" Zhongli read the inscription thoroughly, his voice almost trembling, his eyes fixed on the words on the painting, and he refused to leave.

Even though he had experienced strong winds and waves, even if he had led his generals to the battlefield and the enemy to the death, he was still shocked beyond words and unbelievable.

"Tian'er, you, are you Mr. Shuangcheng?" He swallowed with a grunt throat and stiffened his head to look at Hua Tian.

It was the first time Hua Tian had seen Zhong Liche look so surprised, and he smiled sideways, "What do you think?" ”

Zhong Liche stared at Hua Tian, then looked sideways at the painting on the table, his eyes paused at the place where he fell, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha...... My Tian'er is amazing, hahaha......" He laughed loudly, his voice was full of joy and amazement, and he picked up Hua Tian and strode around the room.

Seeing that Zhong Liche was so excited, Hua Tian couldn't help but laugh aloud, she put her hands around Zhong Liche's shoulders, and Zhong Liche looked at each other and laughed.

"I'm so happy, so happy, hahaha......" Zhong Liche looked at Hua Tian, frantically leaned up and kissed Hua Tian's forehead, nose, and mouth, and then looked up to the sky and laughed.

He's gone crazy and happy crazy.

I saw him turn around the room a few times, and suddenly remembered something, hurriedly hugged Hua Tian to the table, sat on the bed, and said urgently, "No, you have to be careful, don't let the lights burn the painting!" ”

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand to close the painting. But just stretched out his hand, and felt a little blasphemous, so he wanted to stretch out his other hand as well, but Hua Tian was in his arms, and if he wanted to make this move, it would inevitably make Hua Tian uncomfortable.

So he stood up with Hua Tian in his arms, carefully placed Hua Tian on the chair, and picked up the painting with both hands, making sure that it was away from the oil lamp on the table, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Hua Tian.

"I'm so glad you told me this secret. I'm so happy, my wife is a master of painting, hahaha......" He laughed, couldn't help but hold Hua Tian in his arms again, arched his head and rubbed Hua Tian.

Hua Tian felt that Zhong Liche was full of happiness all over her body, and she was very happy, although she originally thought that Zhong Liche would definitely not think of anything like that she was particularly good and he was under pressure, but when she saw the facts, she still felt a little incredulous.

How many men in ancient and modern China and abroad don't like their other half to be too good?

"You...... Aren't you afraid that others will say that I am better than you? ”

In this world, it is the literati and students who have the right to speak. Even if Zhong Litou is a young and promising general with great achievements, compared to the famous Mr. Shuangcheng, he is still not enough.

Zhong Li Che saw Hua Tian's willow eyebrows frowning slightly, and couldn't help but go over and steal a handful of incense, and then said, "What are you afraid of, you should be better than me." What's more, if you have achieved the ultimate in painting, I will also strive to achieve the ultimate on the battlefield. ”

The smile on the corner of Hua Tian's mouth couldn't be suppressed, she reached out and nodded her forehead, and said angrily, "You can speak." ”

"Ah......" Zhong Liche suddenly exclaimed, looking at Hua Tian in horror, "Your painting is in the house, and I took you out to eat without closing the door!" Luckily, no one came to steal it. ”

Hua Tian was almost frightened by him, and he was angry and funny when he heard the words, "Who knows who we are!" Who would have thought that there were paintings here! ”

Zhong Li thought about it for a while, and hugged Hua Tian and took two more bites. Only then did he smile, "But I'm stunned, you are a typical gold in your hand, and no one will steal it." ”

"What are these words...... Hua Tian laughed amused.

Zhong Li Che said seriously, "Honestly. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered, "I only saw one." I haven't seen the rest yet. A painting by Mr. Twin Cities. I'm going to see it all. ”

After speaking, he kissed Hua Tian and began to look at the second painting.

Hua Tian and Zhong Li traveled through the mountains and rivers this time, and they couldn't wait to paint it everywhere they went. So the paintings are no less than Zhong Li's.

Seeing that Zhong Liche wanted to look at the painting, Hua Tian sat next to him and found a comfortable position to stay.

Zhong Liche will paint one by one in detail, and he has always been immersed in the painting. From time to time there was an exclamation sound.

After a while, he finished looking at a painting. Raised his head and looked at Hua Tian, "Your painting is really fascinating, if you want to kill someone, give your painting to that person." Killing someone while the man is watching must be a one-hit hit. ”

"You're exaggerating." Hua Tian disagreed.

Zhong Li Che shook his head, "That's not an exaggeration. There's a magic to your paintings. It allows people to immerse themselves in watching it and recall the same feelings. Think about it. The master has made a move, and this moment of distraction will not be a success? ”

"If you know that the donor is an opponent, who dares to look at the painting in front of the opponent, your assumption is not valid." Hua Tian tilted his head and replied, "What's more, because you have walked through these places with me, you have feelings in your heart, and others may not be." ”

Before Hua Tian's words fell, Zhong Liche smiled mysteriously, "One more thing, your painting is full of affection. This person lives in the world, and he will definitely love people, and he will love the same thing, and he can also be fascinated by the painting......"

Hua Tian blushed and stammered, "Where, where is affectionate, you, you just look at the painting, why bother talking nonsense......"

Saying that, he turned his face sideways and stopped paying attention to Zhong Liche.

Knowing that Hua Tian was annoyed and angry, Zhong Li smiled at the corner of his mouth and continued to look at the painting.

Every time he looked at a painting, he had to look at it carefully, so it took a lot of time to look at the painting, and Hua Tian was already waiting for him, so he slowly lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Zhong Liche stood up, carefully carried Hua Tian to the bed, and helped her cover the quilt again, and then continued to return to the table to look at the painting.

After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly saw an inscription on a painting, and the handwriting was different from the handwriting he saw Hua Tian. He just wanted to habitually raise his voice to talk to Hua Tian, and suddenly remembered that Hua Tian was asleep, so he stopped and carefully observed the words on the painting.

In the past, he had seen Hua Tian's words, which were mellow and delicate, and the font written by a standard little lady. The inscription on the painting is strong and strong, the pen is condensed, and the backbone is strong, and those who don't know will think that this is from the hand of a great husband who has a good chest.

Why is her handwriting so varied?

To say that Zhong Liche doubts that the painting is not painted by Hua Tian, it will definitely not. He understands Hua Tian and trusts Hua Tian, Hua Tian said yes, then it must be.

Well, there is only one guess.

Hua Tianlian has two sets of fonts in order to hide the identity of Mr. Shuangcheng. I have to say, this is really a far-sighted approach.

Zhong Liche remembered that someone in the imperial capital wanted to find out Mr. Shuangcheng and went around looking for abandoned ink treasures, and then looked at Hua Tian's strategy, I have to say that this move was extremely clever.

This explanation makes sense.

Why was no one able to find out the identity of Mr. Shuangcheng, why could Washington send a painting of Mr. Shuangcheng to the old sage, and why Mr. Shuangcheng was in the imperial capital at that time, but no one could find out her identity.

In the eyes of the world, Mr. Shuangcheng is first and foremost a Langjun, followed by a Langjun who is over half a hundred years old.

But these have nothing to do with Hua Tian. If you look up according to the impression of the world, no one will ever be able to find out who Mr. Twin Cities really is.

On the one hand, Zhong Liche sighed at Hua Tian's talent, and on the other hand, he admired her precautions, and couldn't help but get up and walk to the bed, holding her hand in a daze. (To be continued) R655