Hou Yue walked behind Old Man Hou, and next to her was Song Yan, but the two of them hadn't said a word since they finished eating.

Old Man Song walked in front of them, and noticed that the two people behind him didn't move at all, and he was a little crazy: Stinky boy, what a good opportunity this is!

After a while, they walked to the front of the corridor, and further inside was the old man Song's study.

Hou Yue stopped, she raised her head, she looked at the painting hanging on the wall, yes, it was the one she had been looking at before lunch.

Song Yan was next to her, Hou Yue was standing in front of the painting, and Song Yan was standing next to her, which was very similar to the scene when he first met Hou Yue before lunch.

"Do you like this painting?" Song Yan asked.

Hou Yue turned her head, "Yes", she looked at Song Yan and said.

The distance between the two people was already relatively close, but Hou Yue turned his head, and the distance between them was even closer. Hou Yue looked at Song Yan's eyes, her breathing was very light, but it still made Song Yan feel it, even if the person looking at her was so calm, Song Yan didn't dare to look her eyes directly.

Song Yan turned his head, there happened to be a mirror on the wall, he turned his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the roots of his ears in the mirror were a little red, was he shy, how could it be? He turned his head again.

"Song Yan" Hou Yue's voice was cold and cold, without any personal feelings, and her voice recalled Song Yan's thoughts.

Song Yan adjusted his mood and looked at Hou Yue, this time he was not as embarrassed as he was just now, and returned with a calm gaze.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"What is this painting?" Hou Yue asked, this question she wanted to ask as soon as she saw this painting, but she didn't have a suitable time.

"Autumn twilight in the mountain dwelling." Song Yan looked at the painting on the wall, the raccoon girl rowing a boat in the stream was so unhappy, and the quiet life in the painting was desirable.

"After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. The bamboo noise returns to the Huannu, and the lotus moves the fishing boat. Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay. ”

"This painting is based on Wang Wei's "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House", and what I just read is the content of the poem." Song Yan said.

Hou Yue listened to Song Yan's words, and silently recited the poem he read in his heart, and when he read it, the content of the painting automatically appeared in his mind.

Hou Yue remembered that she had seen the ancients' evaluation of Wang Wei before, and instantly understood why she was attracted to this painting.

It's really 'there are paintings in poems, and there are poems in paintings', which is worthy of a generation! She looked at the painting and thought to herself.

"Let's go, grandpa, they're already in front." Seeing that Hou Yue was still looking at the painting reluctantly, he said, although he said so, he couldn't bear to disturb Hou Yue, who was concentrating on the painting at this time.

"Mm-hmm" Hou Yue followed him forward, but looked back at the painting from time to time.

Song Yan couldn't help but smile when she saw her appearance, she seemed to be a little cute like this.

"If you like it, just come and see it often." Song Yan said, but as soon as the words came out, he regretted it, isn't this just inviting Hou Yue to come to the Song family? This can be misleading.

Fortunately, Hou Yue didn't seem to hear what he said, and Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them continued to walk forward, and at this moment when they were looking at the painting, Old Man Song and they had already gone away, Song Yan didn't know where the two of them had gone, and his heart moved, so.