The bright light of the sun makes people's eyes feel like they are being heated by fire.

Qijun held an oil-paper umbrella behind me, and I didn't know where to put my hands as I became more and more nervous, I tugged at the skirt close to my hands, and when I was about to walk in front of him, I raised my right hand to block the glimmer of light, and saw through my fingers whether he was looking at me.

"Xining." Yazawa put down the brush in his hand and looked at me.

I looked at him with a look of surprise: "How do you know my name?" ”

"I've known this for a long time, don't you know my name too?" The corners of his mouth twitched and smiled, and I couldn't do anything about him.

I guess it was the last dinner, and he heard Su Wei's whispering to me? No, at such a distance, does he know lip language?

It was the first time we had met in such a formal meeting, and I was nervous about finding a hole in the wall to get into, and he felt unsuspecting of me.

What am I doing? I was so nervous.

"You look good in this dress." Yazawa turned to look at my dress.

"I'm still not used to wearing a dress." I tugged at the hem of my skirt.

Yazawa suddenly got up and slowly approached me, and the deer in my heart was about to jump out of my body.

He walked up to me and squatted down, I looked down at his fluffy hair, sometimes showing his handsome features, his squatting posture was so natural and graceful, it was really too graceful to describe him. Then he took out a blue-and-white checkered square from his pocket and wiped the dirt from the corner of my skirt for me, so attentive that he had to wipe the dust off my boots.

"You?" I was about to get up with my hands when he suddenly looked up.

We looked at each other, never before in such a bright mood.

"It's rude to let you be so careful." I thanked Yazawa with a smile on his bow.

"It's okay, I'm older than you, just treat me as your brother." Yazawa said, touching my hair.

At this point, he turned around again, walked over to the place where he had painted, and sat down.

"Can you come and see what I'm drawing?" Yazawa waved at me and motioned for me to walk over.

The apricot-colored easel, with many wooden lines, is in the state of a tripod, which can erect a heavy wooden board, Yasawa is to stick the paper on the wooden board to paint, it can be seen that he has been painting for a long time, the wooden board, are scraped with a pen of heavy paint, it looks very dirty, but the position of the painting paper, is pure and immaculate.

"It's an orange cat." I looked at the contents of the drawing paper and looked at the orange cat resting in front of me.

The orange cat in the painting is lifelike, its orange-like bright orange mixed with snow-white hair, is lazily stretching this posture has been captured, even each hair is painted clearly, if there is no tape, just like the orange cat that came out of the photo, no wonder people for him "heart painter" this title, is worthy of the responsibility.

"Do you know what to look at and draw it for?" Yazawa had the heart to stump me, and kept asking me questions.

"Isn't this painting?" I thought.

"It's called sketching, and in a nutshell, it's just drawing a living thing." With that, he tore off the tape.

The shriveled paint bounced off the tape he had torn and onto the ground, leaving a snow-white frame on the four sides of the paper, like a framed painting.

"It's amazing to be able to make a picture frame feel without a frame." I picked up the painting and stared at every detail.

Inadvertently, he actually packed up all his painting tools, and the two of them were full of painting tools.

"I'll get some for you." I offered to take the bucket from his hand.

"Qijun, go over and help Shen Gongzi." I motioned to the Seven Monarchs.

"No, it's not something girls need to do." Yazawa took a few steps back, his polite tone really made people feel warm, and it wasn't really the same thing to not serve people properly.

"Do you still call Childe now? Just call me Yazawa. He bowed his head.

"Let's go, I'll show you my gallery."

I silently followed behind Yazawa, his tall and burly figure really made people look up, could it be that he and Jin'er were the same age?

At this time, Shen's father went straight to the gate, and when I saw him, I couldn't help but think of what happened that day, why did he stand with Jinyu? It's a mystery I haven't been able to solve for so long.

"Father." Yazawa stopped and bowed.

I was fascinated by thinking about things, and I almost hit Yazawa's back.

"Hello Uncle Shen." I bowed my head in greeting.

"This is Gu Xining?" He looked over to me and tried to bend down to see what I looked like.

I hurriedly raised my head, "Yes, I'm Xining." ”

"Where are you going?" Father Shen looked at Yaze.

"Father, I'll show Xining my gallery." Yazawa gently put down the painting tool and arranged for someone to take it in.

"Then you have to teach well, Xining, if you don't understand, ask Yaze more, I'll be busy first." After speaking, Shen's father got into a black car.

Standing in front of the gate of the Shen family, I felt the artistic atmosphere blowing in my face. The style of our family is also very different from that of the Shen family, our home is mainly set up with golden brilliance, and the quaint and heroic is secondary. The two big red pillars of the Shen family's gate, each pillar is carved with two jade rabbits chasing jade jade beads, using red gold pigments to fill in the jade rabbits, the dark green pearls of jade jade beads are really bright glass, and the background color of the pillars is the pale pink of cinnamon with a little bit of orange.

Judging from the choice of the patron saints on both sides of the gate to choose the jade rabbit, the Shen family is very fond of the jade rabbit, and the thing in the mouth should be the famous "glass tears" of Ziyang, legend has it, people with "glass tears" can wash away all the dirt in life, and can resist the dark monsters, every night, it will always emit a blue light, and the light can illuminate several miles.

"Let's go, let's go in first." Yazawa guided us around the corner on the first floor.

"Minghui, prepare a snack to entertain the guests." Yazawa ordered his close servants.

"You guys visit first, I'll change my clothes, and I'll come when I go." After saying that, Yazawa ran up to the second floor.

Walking slowly around the corner, there is a corridor in front of it, a huge floor-to-ceiling curtain hangs at the front of the corridor, the curtain is made of beige silk fabric, proportionate to the lace cloth strips, and under the curtain is also painted an ink landscape painting, in which the person is standing on the top of the hill overlooking the foot. I looked around, both sides are painted with the theme of "Jade Rabbit", each painting is framed with gold wire, the Jade Rabbit in each painting maintains a different posture, and even uses anthropomorphic painting techniques to paint the Jade Rabbit in a human costume, which is very interesting.

I was fascinated, and the Seven Monarchs just looked at me and marveled.

"Miss, look, this jade rabbit has put on embroidered shoes." Qijun was ready to reach out and touch.

"Miss, by all means, even if the painting is dry, be careful not to stain your hands." Minghui followed behind us, bowing in reply.

This made me sigh, even a servant is so polite that he will call the servant "Miss".

The wallpaper on the wall is a burgundy carved pattern, every gap reveals the ancient rhyme, between every two paintings, there is a golden stand half a foot high, a white candle carved with a jade dragon is placed on the bracket, and the candle that burns out needs to be replaced in time, in addition to the yellow light emitted by the candle, the corridor also reflects the warm yellow small lamp, the light is scattered, not dazzling at all.

"Turn right and you'll see the young master's gallery, you are waiting here now, I have prepared refreshments for you." Minghui leaned forward and bowed, one hand in front of his stomach, and the other hand guided us to the small coffee table at the entrance of the gallery to meditate.

"Encore, refreshments." Minghui shouted.

As soon as the words fell, a female waitress followed by one came to us, their posture was agile, they walked like a cat's step, and they were dressed in dresses, with golden curly hair on their heads, a rose-red headband on top of their heads, and a white lace apron in front of a set of magenta puffy skirts, which looked like dolls in Jin'er's hands.

They behave elegantly, as if they have been immersed in the waters of the West, and they are different from us Han people.

Next, they took a cup of light brown tea from a brown plate raised in their palms, a cup of hot fresh milk, and finally a small cup of frosting.

"Miss, this is black tea, next to this is pure imported milk from the West, the master bought it in Xiren Street a few days ago, you can mix it and add sugar appropriately, stir it and drink it." Someone showed me and then patiently asked me to add a few spoonfuls of frosting.

"Miss, when can I be like them." The Seven Monarchs leaned into my ear and said to me.

"It's okay now, I'll help you ask if you can recruit people now." I smiled falsely at the Seven Monarchs.

Qijun saw that my face was wrong, picked up a cup of hot tea and drank it.

"Wow, it's hot, it's hot." Qijun stuck out his tongue and fanned the wind vigorously with his palm.

"Miss, are you alright? Give you tissues. A waitress leaned over and handed us a soft piece of white paper.

"Wow, this is a tissue? It also has a faint jasmine fragrance, and we usually use handkerchiefs. Qijun unfolded the tissue, spread it on his face, and sniffed the fragrance vigorously.

"Seven Monarchs, don't be rude." I pushed Qijun with my elbow and whispered.

"Can you give me a few more?" She took off the tissue and looked at the servant with glowing eyes.

The waiter smiled and nodded, and brought us another pack of tissues, which were wrapped in a drawstring bag, and still gave off a burst of jasmine aroma.

At this time, the sound of leather shoes walking was heard in the distance, his sonorous steps and stairs formed a series of notes, and the sound of percussion when it touched the floor was crisp and pleasant, like playing a piece of music. The footsteps slowly approached us, and one by one they leaned against the walls on either side, until the last two stood away, and he appeared unsuspecting in front of me.

He wore a khaki plaid suit and waistcoat, which was glittering with a well-cut white shirt, a swaggering smile on his lips, and a simple touch of his neckline with his right hand to make him look more capable.

"I'm sorry, you've been waiting here for a long time, and I'm struggling with whether to wear a bow, and I always feel that my face doesn't match it, so it took a little longer to replace it." Yazawa politely bowed his head to us and apologized.

Even though he admits that he doesn't look like a bow, I wanted to sew a khaki plaid bow for him in his outfit.

I seem to have some interest in this man.