Wen Yao couldn't hold his breath anymore, "How did you talk to your father?"

Wen Wan sneered, "Father, I don't remember very well."

Wen Yao took a few breaths and said, "Back then, my father broke up your marriage with the prince, knowing that you were concerned about it and hating your father, and my father also knew that he did something wrong. But you are going to get married after all, and the men in this world do not have to be princes, in order to find a new marriage, you can go back with your father."

"Excuse me, no need" Wen Wan refused coldly.

"Don't be willful, just listen to your father" Wen Yao endured his temper and continued to say angrily.

"I'm tired, take care of myself," Wen Wan said, and Wen Wan was about to leave to rest.

Wen Yao's face was angry, "Then ...... about your mother?"

Wen Wan paused, after five years, Wen Yao really hasn't changed at all. turned around and looked at him coldly, the corners of his mouth pulled out a smile of unknown meaning, "Are you afraid...... I'll kill you?"

Wen Yao's face was a little solemn, "You won't"

"Oh, who knows", continued to walk to the back room, "I'll go back in a few days, get out of here, it's an eyesore"

Wen Yao looked at her back, and her teeth were about to be crushed.

Forget it, she's just a pawn for him. As long as this chess piece is obedient, she can say whatever she wants.

In the evening, Wen Wan dressed in light pink clothes, carried a bottle of wine, and walked lightly along the bridge to the middle of the lake.

Sitting at the end of the bridge, I looked up and drank a few sips of wine, and looked up at the lazy sunset on the western hills, glowing with pink light, covering the entire sky. Even the lake in front of her was dyed pink by the glow.

One thing after another made her tired, and her heart was just beating lifelessly.

Lying on the bridge deck, his eyes slightly closed. Half-asleep and half-awake, he realized that there seemed to be someone beside him, so he opened his eyes and found that there was a fish lying on his chest, and in the light of the sun, it scattered beautiful scales.

Twisting the tail of the fish, she said to herself, "Have you lived enough for this fish?" gently put the small fish into the water, watched it swim away, scooped up a handful of clear water, and the water droplets that fell from her palm shone in the afterglow of the setting sun, and whispered, "I want to come to the world The vicissitudes of life are like a storm, like a thing in the palm, clenched in the hand, it can also be lost in the seam, and the things outside the body will never be brought in life, and will not be brought in death.

After lying down for a few more moments, he got up and left.

On the second day, he rode back to the world, returning to the prosperous century-old city.

If you want to be free from the world, you must first cater to the world. This time, she was determined to go into hiding.

On the day she returned to the city, she bumped into a really cute child, who originally wanted to be with her, but she didn't want to lose him. I guess it's really not suitable for these things.

I hired a carriage and slowly came to Jinghua at the speed of touring the mountains and rivers. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Wen Yi, Wen Yao, Lu Ji and a group of family members waiting in front of the door.

It seems that her shelf is quite big!

After entering the house, Wen Yi walked side by side with her, pulling her sleeve quite enthusiastically, "My sister's hairpin is so beautiful"

Wen Wan rarely has the leisure to act with her, and she also smiled gently, "If my sister likes it, take it"

"Since it's my sister's beloved thing, how can my sister take it," Wen Yi muttered in a low voice.

Wen Wan looked at her and smiled faintly, "Is it just a hairpin that my sister took away?"

Wen Yi let go of the hand that was pulling Wen Wan's sleeve, and his face was unnatural for a moment.

After returning to the original courtyard and sitting for a while, a maid pushed the door and came in, holding a pot of tea.

"Miss, the lord said that you had just returned home, and I was afraid that you would be thirsty if you didn't have tea here, so he ordered me to send some tea to Miss," the maid said respectfully.

"Well, let's put it down" Wen Wan was just dissatisfied with the Wen family, and she didn't have any opinions about the people in the house.

He placed the teacup on the table and poured her a cup. Wen Wan took it and took a bite. The tea is fragrant, and it is the tea she has not drunk. I opened the teacup and glanced at the tea leaves, which were somewhat familiar, as if I had seen them in Master's book, but I couldn't remember what they were for a while.

"Well, I'll give me this kind of tea in the future," Wen Wan put down the teacup and said softly.

"Yes," the maid replied, and withdrew.

The day Wen Wan came back was also in time, just in time for the Flower Dynasty Festival, and went out to have a lively time and brought back a person. A handsome man, who looks like a first-class man, is comfortable to look at when he is around.

Wen Wan seemed to be quite keen on choosing a name for people, and the person who had just led him in the door gave him a name, Shen Qinghan.

With one more Shen Qinghan, Wen Wan's inexhaustible strength all year round seemed to have found an outlet, and it was too late to hurt others and grieve herself, and her spirit was slightly better.

Shen Qinghan looks like he is only a teenager, and he looks like. It's just that people are like a stunned young man, and he doesn't know anything, so she decided to teach him something herself, and she always felt that she couldn't be blind to that good face.

Whatever she could, whatever she could, she taught to that child. She felt that these were also things outside her body, and there was really nothing to hide. Others learn something, and they have fun themselves, which is the best of both worlds.

Today's weather is warm, the sun is shining, and the spring is bright, which is a rare good weather. Wen Wan sat down and was about to get moldy, and shouted at Shen Qinghan, who was writing hard: "Qinghan"

Hearing the voice, Shen Qinghan raised his dark eyes and looked at her, "Miss"

"Today's solar terms are quite good, so I won't practice writing today. Come, I'll teach you how to draw."

"Okay," Shen Qinghan replied.

After preparing the pen, ink and paper, and moving a large table, Wen Wan began her so-called professorship.

The movements of the hands are as smooth as flowing water, and the strokes are strong and powerful, and the pen becomes a scene. It's just that the verbal explanation is too simple and rough.

"The pen should be steady and powerful"

"If you hook it, you can stop it"

"This painting is like being a person, the toner is dark and colorless, and the person is divided into nine streams. Therefore, we must grasp the depth of ink color when we write a good pen, and the painting made is the best quality."

The last stroke fell, and the paper jumped on the map of thousands of peaks facing the sky, and the momentum was very majestic.

A few words on the side:

There must be a main peak in the majestic mountains, and the dragon rolls nine chapters but takes a lead.

Destroying the name of a hundred generations of heroes, and not abandoning the lonely sigh of self-determination.

Wen Wan put down the pen with great satisfaction, but Shen Qinghan said out loud: "Miss, it doesn't seem to be this destroyer."

"It's not this, it's that?" Wen Wan turned her head to look at him.

Shen Qinghan picked up the pen and wrote a reminder on his piece of paper.

Wen Wan was embarrassed for a moment, and then immediately justified herself, "You don't understand this, right, what your young lady wrote is this destruction, this is the meaning of destroying at the same time, understand?"

Shen Qinghan nodded as if he didn't understand, "So that's the case, Miss is really knowledgeable."

"I'll go and rest, you draw a picture and I'll see," he said, returning to the chair he had leaned back on.

"Okay," Shen Qinghan replied, and began to draw seriously.

Sitting in her chair, she was very pleased with her wit. She wouldn't tell Shen Qinghan that she had written it wrong.