His cry frightened Feng Yin and asked, "Are you okay?" Does it really hurt? ”

Listening to the man cry out in pain, she regretted it.

What are you doing, he just told the truth, why should he be angry?

Hearing the remorse in her tone, Zhang Yiming hurriedly smiled again: "Don't worry, it's just that your scalp hurts a little." ”

Feng Yin stopped his movements, turned around and took the oil lamp from the windowsill, brushed his long hair with his fingers, and carefully observed the situation.

I was afraid that my behavior just now had caused him too much harm.

"It's fine."

Feeling the tension and anxiety emanating from the woman's body, Zhang Yiming hurriedly comforted, "At that time, my scalp was a little painful. ”

"I feel that you don't feel sorry for me, and you have grievances in your heart, and you are exaggerating."

After he finished speaking, Feng Yin also took a closer look at his scalp, and there were indeed a few places where his skin was torn red.

I didn't tear the skin when I left, just take it slowly.

Listening to the man's explanation again, Feng Yin couldn't help but hang her head in shame.

said in a low voice: "It's me who is bad, I shouldn't be angry with you." ”

"Stupid again."

Zhang Yiming turned around and went to the kang, stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, "I said it was okay, why did I apologize." ”

"Alright, don't blame yourself."

He rubbed her softer and softer hair and said, "It's not early, Yin Yin will help me with the ink, and when I draw that thing, we will rest." ”

"Hmm."

Feng Yin nodded obediently, got up and took out the four treasures of the study brought out from home from the cabinet, and began to get busy.

Zhang Yiming also put on a coat outside and began to recuperate.

Only in this way can you make a mark pattern that people can't imitate, and at the same time, you need to be able to learn it yourself.

Seeing him like this, Feng Yin didn't dare to disturb him.

When Zhang Yiming opened his eyes again, his whole temperament changed.

It became that even Feng Yin felt that he was so sacred and mysterious at this moment.

It was as if her body would glow, attracting her deeply, and she would fall into it unconsciously.

Especially when he picks up the brush, the feeling is even deeper and more mysterious.

In front of Zhang Yiming like this, Feng Yin didn't dare to come out, for fear that if he breathed louder, he might destroy the aura at the moment.

She held her breath, and even her movements became much softer.

At this moment, Zhang Yiming's whole person seems to be integrated into the painting he is about to make, and there is nothing in his eyes other than the painting.

I saw him dip his pen in ink, and put his pen down like a god.

The movement is like a flowing cloud, and a painting of a sickle and axe is completed in one go, without the slightest pause.

When the painting was completed and the pen was closed, the corners of Zhang Yiming's lips raised a satisfied arc.

Obviously, the painting in front of him really lived up to his expectations.

Feng Yin saw that he stopped writing, but he didn't recover from that state in time.

So he still didn't say anything, just waiting for him to make the anti-counterfeiting mark.

But waiting left and right, I didn't see him continue, Feng Yin finally couldn't help asking: "Zhang Yiming, are you done with this painting?" ”

"It's done."

Zhang Yiming replied very casually, and the moment he raised his head, he broke away from the painting and looked at Feng Yin with a smile on his face: "Yinyin, what do you think?" ”

Feng Yin hesitated, but still said what she wanted to say most in her heart: "Good is good, but what about your security mark?" ”

Zhang Yiming was very happy with her reaction.

Carefully put the pen down, then smiled: "Wait a minute, you will know soon." ”

Feng Yin's eyes blinked, and then blinked, how to look at it and feel that he was fooling himself.