A wry smile tugged at the corner of Chu Liyuan's mouth.

Also, he is a big man who avoids the rain, but he looks frivolous.

Maybe in the eyes of others, it was a deliberate act of meanness......

Thinking of this, a feeling of discomfort suddenly appeared in his heart, and he blinked his eyes soaked in moisture, and watched the slender figure go away, and his already unhappy mood suddenly became irritable.

Turn around and want to go back the way you came.

After facing Dark Yu's suspicious gaze, Chu Liyuan instantly turned back into that indifferent Zhenbei Hou.

At this time, the two of them were still standing on a narrow path between the layers of lotus leaves in the lake.

So he continued to walk, and entered the Qufeng Pavilion in three or two steps.

The pavilion is not big, clear and elegant, and the faint wind blows on the face, as if it is mixed with the fragrance of women, as if there is no ......

The man's eyes were immediately attracted by the painting on the stone table.

Only black ink is used, but the delicate lines outline the most vivid and beautiful lake scene, a pool of verdant green, delicate red, and even the slightest drizzle, which seems to dissolve in that painting......

Look at the small words on the side, the handwriting is neat and beautiful, and the painting can be said to complement each other:

Unprovoked light and thin clouds, dark and incorruptible rain. The water surface is clear and round, and the wind lifts it one by one. The green sleeves are cold, and they want to speak to the lotus. However, the lonely city is closed, and Furong Wan is in North Vietnam.

What a sentence "gratuitous light and thin clouds, dark and incorruptible rain"!

The little woman, but the momentum hidden in her heart is not small! The words are as elegant and beautiful as the handwriting, and yet—

"North Vietnam"?

Are you still missing your homeland of "North Vietnam"......

This huge Youzhou City, in the eyes of this woman, is just a "lonely city"?

Oh, yes......

Hidden in the frontier desert for many years, such a lonely and empty empty city, who can say that it is not a lonely city?

The climate here is dry, and there are very few flowers, which has wronged this elegant woman......

When this thought popped up, Chu Liyuan himself was taken aback by himself.

What's going on? If you want to say that you have "wronged" a woman, it has not been a day or two, how can he ever give half a pity?

It's not that I don't know some things, but I automatically reject them in my heart, and gradually I don't hear them at all......

And at this time, the softness of my heart is not precisely because of the little regret I have secretly saved in the past two years?

Outside the pavilion, the lake is full of smoke and rain, and inside the pavilion, there is a faint sigh.

Chu Liyuan held on to the ink painting and stared at it for a long time......

The guards standing on the side could be said to have a lot of thoughts in their hearts - although this person didn't meet, he left a painting here, and I really don't know whether it's good or bad.

But looking at the master's face, it's not too bad......

I don't know if it's his delusion-

Between the ruthless and desireless phoenix eyes, a faintly soft light flashed.

The light rain poured down for a day and a night, and the next day the sky was bright and bright, which couldn't help but make people feel good.

Yun Jin took advantage of Xiaoqiu's absence to go to the Qufeng Pavilion alone.

The woman walked quietly along the winding path, only to find that there was nothing in the pavilion that she was looking for—the painting that should have been on the stone table!

She had thought that the painting might be soaked in the rain, but she never expected it to disappear!

What's going on, is the wind blowing into the middle of the lake at night?

However, there were no scraps of paper left under the paperweight on the table, and the remaining small stack of drawing paper was still neat.

In fact, yesterday's rush to collect the pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all neatly placed at the moment, obviously being cleaned up.