[Chapter 4, Volume 4]

Section 28, Chapter 21 Portrait

The river water introduced from the garden is flowing slowly in the pond. A group of three people followed the water towards the bamboo forest not far away. The evergreen bamboo, in this late spring and early summer, grows exceptionally tall and vigorous. After passing through the dense bamboo forest, Lan Yucheng said that the small grass hut in his mouth was revealed. I'm afraid that there are often maids here to clean up on weekdays, although it is located in a remote place, but it is still quite neat and clean. There is a couplet hanging in the house, and the upper couplet says: When can the gold bricks and jade tiles be with; The next couplet said: The Buddha said that the world is impermanent. The inscription is: big free words. Mengyu glanced back at Lan Yucheng, who was preparing a pen, ink, paper and inkstone next to him, could it be that this Da Zi was the name he gave himself? Maybe it's him, and he's not very comfortable living.

Wu Qianrou stood next to Lan Yucheng restlessly, she actually wanted to reach out to help, but every time she wanted to speak, Prince Luo would always refuse her with a smile on his face. She had to look back at Mengyu, only to find that Mengyu had been staring at a couplet on the wall. Wu Qianrou walked to Mengyu's side and said proudly: "Now you believe it, Shizi's handwriting is very good, and his paintings are even better." Mengyu looked helplessly at Sister Wu, who had transformed into a super invincible star chaser in front of her, and whispered in her ear, in a voice of only two people: "Sister Wu, don't you like the son, right?" Wu Qianrou was so ashamed that she secretly glanced at the prince who was grinding ink next to her, pulled Mengyu out of the hut, and whispered: "Sister Mengyu must not talk nonsense, it will be terrible to be heard by the prince." Mengyu grinned and said, "If you hear it, you can hear it, maybe the prince of the world also likes her sister." Wu Qianrou nervously pulled Mengyu and said, "Be quiet, be quiet." After speaking, he underestimated in a voice that only he could hear: "I'm such a stupid person, how can the prince like me." Mengyu saw Wu Qianrou, who was still excited just now, and became cowardly again at this time, although she couldn't hear what she said, but guessed that she also knew, so she stepped forward and comforted: "Sister should be confident, self-loving people, so that others can love you." Wu Qianrou was laughed at by the adult's emphatic tone of Mengyu, and said: "How old is my sister, but she already knows whether to love or not, isn't it that my sister also wants to get married." ”

As they spoke, the two began to fight. Wu Qianrou ran with a smile in front, and Mengyu chased with a smile in the back. Lan Yucheng saw such a scene as soon as he came out of the hut. Famous ladies from various provinces, he has met a lot of them. Every time I met him, it was nothing more than looking at him with their adoring eyes, just like the Miss Wu family; The famous ladies and nobles with high status looked at him with their admiring eyes. But they restrain themselves with those rules, and they call them reserved. When had he ever seen a woman of such true nature?

"Two young ladies, I've already prepared pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." Lan Yucheng shouted with a smile, although he was a little reluctant to interrupt the scene in front of him. After Wu Qianrou heard it, she stopped first, I don't know if it was because of the fight or because she felt ashamed, her cheeks were covered with redness. Seeing that Wu Qianrou had stopped, Mengyu quickly chased after her, gently pushed her, and then walked towards Lan Yucheng with a wicked smile. At this time, Wu Qianrou didn't dare to continue to play with Mengyu, so she had to stare at her with her eyes.

"Where do you draw it?" Mengyu looked at Lan Yucheng with a smile on her face and asked. Lan Yuxiang was infected by Mengyu's smile, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose a little more than usual, and said, "If the two young ladies don't dislike it, how about just by the small river behind the house?" Mengyu suddenly saw Lan Yucheng's smile so revealed, he was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help blurting out: "Don't laugh, it's too beautiful and beautiful." After speaking, Mengyu realized what he had said, pretended to be very indifferent, walked past Lan Yucheng, and walked towards the back of the house.

At the back of the hut, there is a small pond called the "Ink Washing Pool". The ink-washing tank is connected to the flowing water, so you can still see a few small fish swimming in the ink-washing tank.

Mengyu pulled Wu Qianrou to sit on the small rockery by the ink-washing pool and asked, "Is it here?" We can sit more comfortably. Lan Yucheng smiled and nodded, and then picked up the pen and swiped the ink. Mengyu and Wu Qianrou were far away, and they couldn't see what was drawn on the paper. It's just that Lan Yucheng at this moment is completely different from the temperament he showed in the past, more deep and steady. Finally, when the two of them went from a serious and completely immobile state to a casual chat, Lan Yucheng announced that he had completed his masterpiece.

Mengyu rubbed her neck that was a little sore, even when she spoke later, she deliberately made her facial expression not change much, although it had little effect. Wu Qianrou took a step ahead of Mengyu and walked to the drawing table. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he walked over quickly, glanced at the painting in reverse, and hurriedly walked to Lan Yucheng's side and looked at the painting carefully, and the light in his eyes became more and more bright. Mengyu also chased after him in a few steps, looked towards the desktop, and was stunned. What is painted on the rice paper is not two young girls sitting on a rockery, or meditating, or smiling. But in a bamboo forest, Mengyu and Wu Qianrou chased each other, and the mischievous sunlight shone on the faces of the two of them through the dense bamboo forest, smiling so innocent and so beautiful.

Dream Yu was stunned, how could anyone be so talented. The frolic they had just now was just casual, and it didn't last long, but they were able to depict the expressions on their faces so vividly. Mengyu looked at Lan Yucheng in disbelief and said, "Hello genius, look at us, you can draw the picture just now." Lan Yucheng seemed to be extremely excited when he heard Mengyu's appreciation, and replied with a smile: "A little speculation is not enough to worry about." Mengyu shook her head and retorted: "Too modest, you kid is too modest, too modest is hypocrisy." At this level, I just told us that I am not proficient in calligraphy and painting, which makes me embarrassed. Mengyu sighed to the sky, and unintentionally, she brought out all the words she used before coming to this world.

Lan Yucheng looked at the woman with a look of regret in front of him, listening to her spit out so many inexplicable words, it was really a little difficult to communicate. She even called him a child, and he was a few years older than her.

"Sister Mengyu, I'll tell you that the world's literary talent is very high." Wu Qianrou said proudly. It seems that she is Lan Yucheng's Bole. Wu Qianrou was reluctant to put down the painting in her hand, she walked to Mengyu's side slowly, and used her big clear dog-like eyes, and said to Mengyu: "Sister Mengyu, give me this painting." Mengyu wanted to tease her, and pretended to be reluctant and said, "You're leaving, what should I do?" Wu Qianrou thought that Mengyu would give it to her, but suddenly heard Mengyu say this, thinking that Mengyu liked it as much as she did, she looked at the painting in her hand, closed her eyes, endured it, and said, "I'm my sister, then let it be to Mengyu's sister." Mengyu laughed out loud, pushed the painting back, and said, "Sister can take it if she likes it, Mengyu is a big deal to ask Shizi to help me draw one." As he spoke, he turned back to Lan Yucheng and smiled, "Shizi, right?" Lan Yucheng smiled and nodded again.

Seeing that Wu Qianrou took the painting back with confidence, Mengyu turned to Lan Yu and blessed her body, and said, "Thank you for the painting of the prince today." Lan Yucheng replied: "Miss Lin is polite." At this moment, Wu Qianrou was still immersed in her own world, Mengyu pulled her sleeve and said, "Sister, we should go." Wu Qianrou came back to her senses and blessed her body, but she had the timidity when she first saw Shizi: "Shizi, that, then I and Sister Mengyu will leave." ”

Lan Yucheng smiled at Wu Qianrou, and then said to Mengyu: "Miss Lin's painting, in a few days, will definitely be delivered in the next day." Mengyu thought that his nod just now was just a scene, but it turned out that what he said was true, and happily replied: "Then I'll sit at home and wait for the great work of the son, a word is a certainty." As he spoke, he held out his little thumb. Suddenly it occurred to me that this was not 2011, and I hesitated to retract my hand, but I didn't expect Shizi to learn to stretch out his little thumb. She smiled slightly, and generously hooked it together.

Anyway, here and now, there are only the three of them, and the gentle and kind Wu Qianrou will definitely not talk about it.