Gallery, the light is a little dim.

Wang Gu held the painting, and his hands trembled uncontrollably......

In the backyard, in front of the door, the old man's body trembled even more.

Ye Bei carried it with both hands.

They looked at each other with faint eyes...... In those deep eyes, there were no waves, and they were very calm.

This is a kind old man, his hair is very carefully combed, and there is not a trace of messiness, but the silver white hair is still clearly visible in the dim light. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the years and vicissitudes.

If it is not similar in outline.

Who would have thought that this old man, eighty years ago, was personable and versatile, and countless beautiful women lined up in a long line, boldly pursuing regardless of strange eyes, resounding throughout the ancient street?

"You ......"

Looking at Ye Bei, he slowly stretched out his hand, and his mouth was half loud before he spit out such a word, his pupils were all shocked and incredible, but there was a lot of hesitation in the depths of his eyes.

"Old man, why are you here? I'll tell you the good news, the painting has been found, look, it's in my hands, I've seen you paint it many times...... It's very similar to this painting, and you can't go wrong with it! When Wang Gu saw the old man, he hurriedly trotted over with the painting, and said excitedly, with mist in the corners of his eyes, clearly crying with joy.

Can......

When Wang Gu stretched out the painting in front of the old man.

It's obviously something you've always dreamed of......

The old man slowly pushed it away, and without even looking at it, those eyes were still all on Ye Bei.

"It's me!"

Ye Bei looked at the old man, and when the atmosphere in this gallery was extremely silent, he spoke softly.

Not much to say.

Two simple words......

The voice is hoarse and vicissitudes, but it is extremely thick.

When the old man heard this, his already trembling body trembled more and more at this moment......

It was as if at this moment, he had traveled directly through countless times and returned to eighty years ago.

Dressed in a cloth shirt, he sat at the door, painting a young girl.

A young man in a white robe came with small steps, stood with his hands in his hands, and did not speak, but watched quietly......

The young man's face was indifferent.

Those eyes, as if hiding stars, have countless stories!

And now, when the old man saw Ye Bei again, he only felt that the two pictures magically coincided......

It's like the illusion of a thousand years of fingers!

"Guest officer, my name is Wang Xiu, and my name is Yingchun, I don't know if the guest officer is coming to paint for himself or buy a painting this time?"

On that day, Wang Xiu was very young, personable, and when he spoke, his voice was clear and full of confidence.

"Portrait of a man!"

The white-shirted boy spoke softly.

"Oh?" Wang Xiu was puzzled.

The young man in the white shirt: "I say, you describe!" ”

"Difficult!" After Wang Xiu understood the meaning, he was thoughtful and cautious.

The young man in the white shirt: "Pick up?" ”

"Pick it up!" After pondering for a few seconds, Wang Xiu nodded seriously.

The memory of that year, at this moment, became extremely clear......

Standing in the gallery, Wang Xiu's trembling body couldn't stop at all......

The air was almost frozen at this moment.

Wang Gu was a little unsure, but in this case, he was just holding the scroll and didn't know how to speak.

After a long time, Wang Xiu finally came back to his senses.

He lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and found that his hands were already covered with traces of time, extremely old, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little lost.

He raised his head, looked at Ye Bei again, and sighed softly: "Such a similar person can even exist...... Sir! You're a descendant of that man, right? He once said that in a hundred years, he would come to see me! ”

"I'm that person!"

Ye Bei opened his mouth, looking at Wang Xiu, who had been eroded by the years, his eyes were indifferent to the extreme, and there was no wave in his eyes, and he said a sentence again, but when this sentence fell, the middle of this gallery was instantly occupied by a kind of sadness.

Wang Xiu didn't speak, his dry eyes stared straight at Ye Bei.

Doubt. Dazed. Vicissitudes......

He was thinking.

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't dare to accept it.

Eighty years ago, the deceased had no traces of time on his face, and even his voice and clothes were the same as before!

Could it be that the years are grinding people fake? In this world, is there anyone who can wander beyond the years?

"What do you say, old man, and this gentleman? Why do I feel like I don't understand? Also, where did this painting come from? Wang Gu next to him couldn't hold back any longer, and spoke, breaking the silent atmosphere.

Ye Bei was silent and stood with his hands in his hands.

The corners of Wang Xiu's wrinkled eyes trembled slightly: "Agu, you go to the backyard first, I have something to ask this guest officer!" ”

"Old man?" Wang Gu became more and more puzzled.

Wang Xiu: "Go!" ”

"Yes! Old man! ”

Wang Gu didn't dare to say more, and put the painting on the table, in his heart, Wang Xiu was not only his father, but also the one who disciplined him the most severely...... Even though he is now nearly seventy years old, he does not dare to disobey this father.

When Wang Gu left, only Ye Bei and Wang Xiu were left in the gallery.

Wang Xiu looked at Ye Bei and slowly spoke, his voice vicissitudes and hoarseness: "Guest officer!" My name is Wang Xiu, my name is Yingchun, I don't know if the guest official is coming this time, is he going to paint for himself, or to buy a painting? ”

The same words, but the voice is completely different from the clear it used to be.

Ye Bei said lightly: "Portrait for one person!" ”

"Oh?" Wang Xiu's body shook violently, and he held one hand in front of the table, trying to stand firm.

Ye Bei's voice was slow: "I'll tell, you describe!" ”

After hearing this, Wang Xiu was finally sure, and he no longer had any doubts, he remembered the emotions of this conversation at the beginning, and only the old man could answer it.

"It's really you! Eighty years have passed, and on that day, after you left with the painting, I kept repeating that painting every day, but unfortunately no matter how hard I tried and how hard I carved, I could not paint the same perfect trace...... But why? ”

When he said this, Wang Xiu stared at Ye Bei, compared to painting, Ye Bei's unchanged appearance was undoubtedly more surprising to him.

"I'm looking for the answer! If so, it's in this painting...... I have a hunch that just recently, the girl in the painting will appear at No. 32 Ancient Street! Ye Bei did not hide it, and spoke indifferently.

"In the painting, girl? Eighty Years ......"

Wang Xiu looked at Ye Bei in a daze, eighty years ago, he had a premonition of everything, what a strange person this is?

However, Wang Xiu made it clear that there are some things that he doesn't need to know at all.

"No matter...... Guest officer, since you are here again, there is only one thing to ask for in the spring! "Wang Xiu is very serious.

"Good!"

Ye Bei nodded, and without waiting for Wang Xiu to say what was the matter, he directly agreed.

Wang Xiu has lived for a long time and is already over 100 years old......

Ye Bei looked at his old face, and immediately judged that his time was short, and he had half a fate, so it was difficult for him to refuse.

"What don't you ask?" Wang Xiu was surprised.

Ye Bei replied lightly: "Paint!" ”

Wang Xiu grinned, his old face showed a rare smile.