The delicate cascading soft white silk bow tie sparkles in the light, and a light blue gemstone set in the bow tie complements the gorgeous and magical face of the youth, revealing a graceful and elegant noble atmosphere.

Xu Shen pouted with a casual smile, and said in a slightly hoarse and low voice: "The juniors in the first year of high school are really talented, as your seniors, I feel very admired, then, let's watch it together, Nan Zuisheng and Dong Mengsheng work together to paint Danqing." ”

Before the words fell, the heavily colored splashed ink landscape painting was carefully picked up by Nan Zuisheng and Dong Mengsheng, standing on the left and right sides respectively and holding the soft rice paper. When the beauties depicted on the picture scroll were slowly displayed in front of everyone, the audience unexpectedly resounded one after another in amazement.

I saw that the majestic mountains stretched for thousands of miles and winded endlessly, and even the pale blue clouds and mist at the top of the mountain were also exquisitely outlined. The cranes in the clouds spread out their wings and hovered at the summit, as if one could hear the Qingyue cranes pouring out through the rice paper.

"I have heard for a long time that Dong Mengsheng's classmates are full of literary talents, and it is better to be famous than to meet, the painting skills of this ink and wash Danqing are superb and exquisite, the beauties of the rivers and mountains are lifelike, and the champion of the high school entrance examination in Xuan City is really well deserved." The staggered ink hair with short trimmed hair was filled with a deep silhouette under the crystal lamp, and after Xu Shen held the microphone and praised it briefly, he asked a question to the students in the audience.

He lowered his gorgeous eyebrows slightly, and his slightly hoarse and soft voice was as intoxicating as a spring breeze and rain: "But this beauty who is drunk and lying in the pavilion on the picture scroll, please take a closer look, do you feel that she is very similar to a classmate next to us?" ”

Xu Shen's low, soft and hoarse voice fell shallowly, and Dong Mengsheng's originally warm and jade-like gaze was instantly deep.

"I'll see, I'll see." In the first row of seats closest to the ceremony, several freshman high school girls rushed to look at the ink danqing on the stage.

Pale pink lotus flowers bloom in the clear lotus pond, a few koi fish play in the blue waves to grab food, and in the hexagonal pavilion built on the shore Zhiting orchid by the water, a classical beauty with wide sleeves and waist is drunk on a stone bench sprinkled with falling flowers.

The face of the country is full of drunken red, and the gorgeous and soft silk shawl flutters outside the pavilion with the breeze. Surrounded by bamboo trees, the green line outside the pavilion seems to be ethereal above the clouds, and the classical beauty in the drunken pavilion is close at hand.

With the gradual input of the viewer, I saw the classical beauty who was originally drunk lying in the pavilion as if she was alive, and the red crisp hand was shallow and holding an embroidered fan of the phoenix and the phoenix, and she got up lazily from the stone bench that was sprinkled with falling flowers, and the lotus step fluttered between the fluttering flowers and butterflies.

"This ink painting is even more shocking than what I have seen in the museum......"

The girls who were rushing to watch the picture scroll were already intoxicated by the ink painting before they knew it, and the rest of the students in the audience waited for a long time and couldn't wait for the result, so they couldn't help but leave their seats and came to the stage. When the eyes touch the classical beauties, their expressions are also fascinated.

The quiet girl is in the corner of the city.

Love but not see, scratching his head and hesitating.

Now their minds are the same as those of the ancients in the Book of Poetry, because the beauty in the painting is in the painting, isolated from the mortal world, wandering in the still life, which makes them even more invisible and intangible. Under the charm of this kind of classical beauty that is far away but close in front of them, students, both men and women, are itching to enter the painting to meet the beautiful woman of the country.

The soft white shawl flutters with the breeze, the beauty's ink-colored long hair is not pulled up, and the pearl hairpin is not worn, but it looks as beautiful and dusty as the water hibiscus, but there is not as real elegant and clear as the lotus.

In particular, the beauty's half-open and half-closed ink-colored eyes, ripples between the autumn water and transverse waves, indescribably clear and clear, make people feel as if they are in a deep valley and a clear spring, and the birds of the mountain stream.

Bei Langsheng leaned lazily in the gorgeous and delicate seat, and when the ink painting depicted by Dong Mengsheng came into view, he also gazed at it carefully. However, when he looked left and right, it was just a landscape painting with exquisite ink splashing, and he really couldn't see anything special.

Therefore, when he casually retracted his gaze, and before he could leisurely take a sip of strong coffee, Xu Shen's dark and low voice was like a poisonous snake hovering over the canopy, sizzling and spitting letters around his ears.

How much does the beauty in the painting look like a classmate next to you?

Bei Langsheng's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes restrained the evil and unruly of the past.

The sharp gaze is like a sharp blade, cutting the face of the classical beauty on the painting scroll inch by inch.

The long hair that is as smooth and flowing as a crow's feather, the charming face that is beautiful and captivating, and the soft white skirt that blooms layer after layer on the same stage, like the elegant petals of the lotus flower set off the stars holding the moon in the famous painting.

This is clearly a copy of the ancient Nan Zuisheng.

A cold gaze flowed over the scroll, Bei Langsheng put down the cloisonné pacing enamel cup in his hand, and raised his eyes to look at Nan Zuisheng who was standing beside Xu Shen. Although there is no ethereal silk shawl in the scroll, and the delicate embroidered fan with a phoenix flying around, the face that also combines elegance and beauty is like a picturesque thrush of Nan Zuisheng!

Xiu's narrow and slender fingers clenched the enamel cup more and more vigorously under the change of mood, and Bei Langsheng couldn't hide his astonishment and stared at Dong Mengsheng gloomily, and the bone joints were filled with a terrifying blue and white color.

Even though he could more or less detect his friend's thoughts, Dong Mengsheng was so blatant...... No, it should be said that it was an uncontrollable act that completely angered him!

"Huh...... Warm as jade. Bei Langsheng lowered his eyes and said such a sentence, the girls in the school often describe the beautiful words of Dong Mengsheng, and it was difficult to hide the sarcasm of the thin lips.

The so-called humble gentleman is as gentle as jade, but others are not clear, it does not mean that he is not clear about Beilangsheng! What is as warm as jade, beautiful and natural, but it is just Dong Mengsheng's disguise! It's just that he and Dong Mengsheng have been confidants of each other for many years, even if he can vaguely detect the unsimplicity of his friend, and hide the unfathomable nature of the scheming city under that handsome and clear face, he has never felt fear or anger.

Because he understands that everyone has their own way of behaving in the world.

and a mask that smiles on the face.

But Dong Mengsheng actually followed the sound of Nan Zuisheng's zither at the freshman ceremony, and couldn't help but change the original intention of 'painting the country with a pen' to the willingness of 'Phoenix Seeking Phoenix'.

That's right, Phoenix.

Bei Langsheng admits that he is still young, and he is still a fledgling fledgling compared to Nan Fusheng, but compared to Dong Mengsheng, who is also young, he thinks that he has a clear and vicious vision for seeing people, even if others don't notice the details of the beauty in the painting, it doesn't mean that he hasn't discovered the famous Bei Xiaozi in --- Xuan City!

I have to admit that the delicately embroidered embroidered fan is really depicted by Dong Mengsheng gorgeous and extraordinary, and the picture of the phoenix flying on it is lingering and charming, and it only takes a glance to make people involuntarily reverie about the classical beauty in the painting.

The phoenix flies --- the phoenix seeks the phoenix.

This is a love story that has been passed down for thousands of years.

He has heard Nan Zuisheng mention many times that the scholar who composed the score of the Phoenix Quest for the Phoenix, and the beautiful man who is as deep as the sea, although this is a long story with sorrow and joy, love and hate, but the Wenjun in it has been pitied and sighed by Nan Zuisheng many times.

At that time, out of curiosity, Bei Langsheng also asked the girl Feng Qiuhuang's music score to be so beautiful, like heaven?

I got a sentence from Nan Zuisheng---I'll play it to you when I have time."

For this reason, he could not hide his surprise tossing and turning, and he couldn't sleep for a long time.

But now the most popular phoenix in this love allusion appears in Dong Mengsheng's pen, and in the hands of the beauties in the painting, it seems not so singable and crying, and it will be famous for centuries.

Bei Langsheng's chest could not hide his anger, and the coffee in the cloisonné pacing enamel cup had already gradually become cold. He picked up the cup and drank the rich coffee, obviously adding fragrant milk and sweet sugar cubes, but for some reason, when it was full in his mouth, it was still extremely bitter.

"Have you come up with an answer?" Xu Shen, who was standing on the stage, was graceful, and a light smile on his lips fell into Dong Mengsheng's eyes at this moment, looking so bold and dazzling, it was extremely disgusting.

Several students who were immersed in the ink and blue Danqing woke up instantly when they heard the words, they couldn't hide their trance-like expressions and looked at each other, and after precipitating their emotions for a long time, they slowly spoke: "We feel that the classical beauty in this picture scroll is very similar to the student council president Chiba Sakurako." ”

There was a sudden silence in the auditorium, which had been noisy and talkative.

On Xu Shen's extremely gorgeous face, that charming smile instantly stiffened on his lips.

Even Dong Mengsheng, who had deep eyes and was soaked in frost, wind and snow between his eyebrows, couldn't hide his astonishment when he heard the words, and looked sideways at the ink Danqing. I saw the long black crow feather hair of the beauty in the painting, and the broken hair scattered on both sides of the sideburns against the picturesque eyebrows, compared with the Nan Zuisheng who was holding a simple hanging cloud bun on the stage, it is indeed more like Chiba Sakura in terms of appearance details.

The frost and snow that were originally soaked in his eyebrows melted away in an instant, Dong Mengsheng quietly curled the corners of his lips, and his graceful phoenix eyes bent into an arc like flowing clouds.

How could he have forgotten that another iceberg beauty in July Middle School, who was as hot and famous as Nan Zuisheng, --- Chiba Sakurako.

The same long hair with ink color like a crow's feather, and a beautiful face like ink delicately outlined.