Chu Lange was led by Zhuo Yilan and taken to a place, still in the Tibetan Orchid Garden, which was a secret room set up in his previous bedroom.

The chamber was large, as big as his bedroom.

There are many portraits hanging on the walls on all sides.

The figures on the portrait can be said to be two portraits, or they can be said to be of one person.

Chu Lange was stunned.

The earliest portrait is exactly what she looked like in the barracks when she was a child. Looking at the dates left on the paintings, there are three of them every year. At first, his painting skills were not very good, but then he gradually got better and better, and became more and more expressive.

It can be seen that she is growing, and the person who paints is also growing.

Then, in the year she was killed, she left only a painting, dressed in the clothes of Princess Duan, graceful and luxurious, which should have been painted on the night when she attended the banquet palace that year. In the next painting, she has a different look, but she is still her.

Picture scrolls, she in different periods.

Each one of her calmed hearts caused ripples layer upon layer.

Standing on top of the last painting, Chu Lange lost his mind for a while.

Zhuo Yilan wrapped her in his arms from behind and said softly in a low voice: "Achu, when the teacher was teaching me calligraphy and painting, I wasn't interested in painting at all, and then I ...... Because of you, I became a generation of great painters. ”

Speaking of this, he was a little embarrassed, "Even Zhang Jian can't compare to me." ”

“…… Shameless. Chu Lange scolded this, with a smile at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "You are only good at drawing characters, let you try to draw others?" ”

"Well, I'm not much more expensive." Zhuo Yilan was not ashamed at all.

"Okay, you're right."

In the past, Chu Lange knew that Zhuo Yilan was good at drawing characters, but he never knew that he was trained by painting her portraits.

In this secret room, everything placed is related to her.

Chu Lange walked to one of the Bogu racks, and the things she placed were all hers, some were valuable and some were worthless, and some were what she thought she had lost before, but she didn't expect to be collected here.

Chu Lange glanced at him meaningfully.

He didn't blush, he didn't breathe, and he didn't show any weakness at all.

Talent!

And the latest one is a Bogu shelf, on which is placed something she carved.

Whether it's good or bad, he has collected it, and there is a note pressed underneath, with the date and origin of her engraving on it, and this meticulousness alone is breathtaking. Because judging by the handwriting, it was written by him.

Chu Lange was indescribably moved in his heart.

I knew what he wanted for him, but it was one thing to know it, and it was another thing to see it with my own eyes.

At the beginning, he forced her to die and made her agree to be with him.

She agreed, and she was willing.

However, there is still some uncertainty in my heart, and I am uneasy about the future. Because Xiao Shi's betrayal impressed her too much, it caused the shadow in her heart, which could not be completely erased no matter how long it had passed.

Perhaps, it was a snake bite for ten years and was afraid of the well rope.

And yet this room is full of things, everything that has to do with her. As long as she asked casually, he would be able to tell the origin of the things as he could count.

This heart has been like a day for 20 years.

Chu Lange turned around, stretched out his arms to hug his waist, and buried his head in his arms, not wanting to lift it up for a while, not wanting him to see his red eyes, "...... Ah Xiu, thank you. ”

Thank you for staying there......