Three years later.

In the south of Guanhai City, deep in the red bamboo forest, in front of the wooden house, next to the fence, a woman is sitting on a stone chair and holding a brush to paint on rice paper.

The woman is wearing a silk robe made of velvet cotton, the ten fingers are like round and white jade beads gently pinching the ink pen, the waterfall-like green pours from the back of the woman's head without hindrance, the smooth and beautiful face of the white jade makes people look deep at a glance, the teeth are white and the lips are red, the small nose and the red lips of the two petals like peach blossoms make people marvel and praise.

In addition, the woman also has a pair of special rose-colored eyes, which look like two world-famous orbs, and the streamer keeps circulating on the orb, making people can't help but want to treasure these two rare orbs.

The woman's white wrist fluttered slightly, and the ink pen flew lightly between the woman's fingers, and a lifelike ink painting was soon born under the woman's pen, and the chaotic bamboo forest was also presented on the rice paper.

The woman put down the ink pen and quietly looked at the ink painting in her hand, but Dai Mei began to frown, obviously not very satisfied with the ink painting.

At this time, a rustling sound sounded in the woman's ears, and the woman followed the voice, and the two wooden wheels gently pressed against one dead leaf after another, making a squeaking sound.

"What are you doing?" The woman in the white dress, pushing a wheelchair over, asked.

"Draw bamboo." The woman's answer was succinct and clear.

"It doesn't seem to go well with your tone." The woman in the white dress smiled slightly.

The woman seemed to have long been accustomed to such an accurate judgment by the woman in the white dress, and said lightly, "Congratulations, you guessed right again." ”

"If you look at the world with your heart, you can know more, which is what I have experienced in the past few years." The woman in the white dress smiled slightly.

Heart?

The woman said silently, and a pair of red eyes immediately looked at the eyes of the woman in the white dress tightly wrapped in a white cloth.

"Don't you regret not being able to see the world clearly?" The woman asked.

Foyun: Forgetting does not mean that it never existed, everything comes from choice, not deliberately. It's better to let go, the more you let go, the more you feel like you have more. I gave up on these eyes, but I felt more aware of the world. Seeing may not be believing, so there is a saying that it covers the sky. And I temper my heart, if my heart is transparent, even if the heavens are blinded, my heart can still tell me the path I want to take. ”

The woman smiled faintly, "You have realized the rest of your life." ”

The woman in the white dress also responded with a smile and pushed the wheelchair to the woman, "So, what are you bothering about?" ”

The woman spread the rice paper on the stone table and said softly, "I'm thinking, no matter how good the painting is, no matter how lifelike the painting is, the bamboo forest that others see may not be the bamboo forest in my heart." ”

The woman in the white dress also sighed slightly, "Indeed, if you look at it at first glance, you will definitely think that this bamboo forest in your pen is a vibrant green bamboo, not a deep and fragrant red bamboo." The so-called seeing is not necessarily believing, and this is the truth. ”

"How to fix it?"

"It's simple, just add a few words."

The woman in the white dress raised her hand and picked up the ink pen, and carefully wrote a few small words on the corner of the rice paper.

——Where to find the dark incense, there is agarwood in red bamboo.

The woman silently recited the words left by the woman in the white dress, nodded lightly, and said, "Sure enough, it is clear at a glance." ”

The woman in the white dress put down the ink pen, put her bare hand in the embroidered skirt, and blinked her eyes and said, "Otherwise, why do you think those painters always have to find talented calligraphers to mention characters?" ”

"Because their handwriting is not good-looking?" The woman asked, tilting her head and pretending to be innocent.

The woman in the white dress covered her red lips and smiled, then gently exhaled into the rice paper, blowing dry the ink on the rice paper.

"If you don't tell how others can know some ideas, what is buried in your heart will never take root." The woman in the white dress took out an embroidered scarf from her arms, wrapped the ink painting rice paper, and smiled, "Your paintings are getting better and better, maybe these paintings can be passed down through the ages." ”

"Through the ages?" The woman smiled faintly, "I have never thought that it is something to be proud of being famous all over the world, as long as people live with a good conscience, it is enough." ”

But it is more difficult to be worthy of one's heart than to pass it down through the ages, many things are forced to do so, and many words are insincere. Those who can be worthy of their hearts are the true saints. The woman in the white dress said softly.

"It's a saint, and then the world will judge it a thousand years later, I'm afraid it will be a different result." The woman's autumn eyes quietly looked at the blue and pure sky.

"Originally, you only had to live with me for a year, but you took it upon yourself to live for two more years, don't you regret it?"

"Do you regret it?" The woman smiled faintly, but there was a trace of bitterness in her eyes, "I am insignificant to him, what difference does it make if I am not by his side?" ”

"Not a saint, but even more unattainable than a saint." The woman in the white dress directly expressed the pain in the woman's heart.

The woman said calmly, "I wanted to see what his path looked like, so I walked faster and faster, but I couldn't find any trace of him, and finally I realized that maybe the path he was going to take was hidden in the depths there." ”

The woman's pair of rose-colored scissors looked at the blue sky quietly, and the gentle breeze disturbed the woman's green silk, scraping on the woman's smooth face with a tickling feeling.

The woman was unmoved, still looking at the sea of clouds, and suddenly said, "Twilight." ”

The next moment, a bird pierced through the sea of clouds and crossed the sky, chirping loudly.

"Are you really going to do that?"

"He has done everything he promised me, and the only thing I promised him naturally cannot be broken." The woman said lightly.

"You don't like to be famous all over the world, but you go against your heart for him."

"My heart is him, and I don't care if I am the enemy of the world for him." The woman said softly.

"By the way, tomorrow and the day when the Sword Pavilion will enroll students again." The woman in the white dress pushed the wheelchair to the woman's side. "Are you going?"

The woman nodded lightly, "He doesn't know how long he has to retreat, with the current reputation of the Sword Pavilion, it will inevitably attract many disciples to come, I always have to take more care of it, he likes to be clean, and he can't let his Sword Pavilion become disorganized." ”

"Having a woman like you is his greatest happiness." The woman in the white dress said softly.

……

"Come out." The woman in the red dress looked at the deep cave and said lightly, for some reason, since she had these red eyes, she found that she liked red more and more.

"Tut-tut, you're here again." A black-robed man who covered his face slowly walked out of the cave.

"I want the rest of the paper." The woman in the red dress said calmly.

"Impossible." The black-robed man directly refused.

"I don't want to say the same thing a second time," the woman in the red dress said coldly, "unless you really plan to see the light of day forever." ”

"So what? Kill me, and you'll never get that half of the paper left. ”

The red-dressed woman's eyes were a little colder, and the killing intent was undisguisedly released, but the black-robed man treated it indifferently and said lightly, "Come to me when you think about it." ”

Immediately, the figure of the black-robed man slowly disappeared.