After more than three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere during the banquet was too good and harmonious. The four people on the table also understood that their reunion was about to usher in a reluctant parting.

So each of them opened their hearts and drank happily.

Even Luo Yi, who knew that he didn't have much alcohol to speak of, couldn't help but raise his glass frequently, and then raised his head slightly, and drank the cup of sweet and sour, clear and magnificent mulberry fruit wine.

Now, her soft and tender cheeks have long been dyed with a pink halo like a peach blossom.

A hearty and delicious lunch, while the meal is basically wiped out, comes to an end.

With the help of her aunt, Luo Yi cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, she was drunk, washed them by the well, greeted the two old men, and followed Mu Danchen's footsteps back to the west guest room.

"Luo Yi, your face is so red, hurry up and go in and rest. Don't rush back, have a good rest, we'll go back slowly after we've rested, anyway, it only takes two and a half hours to get to school. ”

Mu Danchen only felt that his fingertips were itching, he really wanted to pinch the ruddy little face like an apple, that feel was absolutely wonderful.

"Well, you can sleep too, good afternoon."

She felt that she was a little dizzy when she nodded her head, and she was indeed greedy for a cup.

Luo Yi gripped the doorknob in his hand and opened the door with half-squinted eyes.

"Good afternoon."

Lolo.

Mu Danchen secretly added the words that belonged to him and her in his heart.

Seeing her close the door, Mu Danchen also entered the guest room separated by a wall.

Luo Yi, whose footsteps were a little vain, immediately fell into a dark and sweet sleep when he lay on the sturdy wooden bed and dipped the pillow with a faint wheat fragrance.

Mu Danchen gently closed the door, and he walked towards the small table on the windowsill while taking off the backpack hanging on his shoulder.

Approaching the table, he put the backpack on the table, pulled the chain and took out the folded ink-colored folder from inside, and then spread it out on the table.

What catches your eye is Luo Yi's beautiful and delicate essay. He stretched out his fingertips and stroked it for a moment, then pulled out the landscape that had been placed under the essay, and the landscape was his.

Staring at the blank space, Mu Danchen recalled that she was on the boulder, and when her gaze stayed on the blank space, he who was sitting next to him swallowed nervously, and his heart was skipping half a beat.

Perhaps he was inexplicably a thief, he quickly peeked at her, and then lowered his long eyelashes to hide the unnaturalness in his eyes.

Thankfully, her focused gaze only stayed there for a few seconds, and then she looked away at the stubborn pine. This made him secretly breathe a sigh of relief, there was no way, he couldn't control his nervousness.

In fact, in Chinese art paintings, blank space belongs to a kind of freehand expression with great aesthetic characteristics and points to the end.

It can not only leave a visual sense of space and layering, but also leave some imagination for the painting, rendering a deeper level of restrained and subtle beauty.

With a sigh of relief, he took out his charcoal pen, put the painting clip on his thigh again, stared at the small blank space with his eyebrows like silk, and rubbed his chin with his knuckles, lost in thought.

A moment later, in his watery eyes, circles of tenderness rippled, and the corners of his thin lips were hooked, bending upwards to create a charming arc.

He stretched out his ink-colored charcoal pen to the blank space, and carefully sketched the lines on it, which he already had in mind.

Lines of length, length and shortness, curved or straight, gradually appeared under his fingertips.

I saw that on the dark boulder, in front of a long and straight body, there was a touch of graceful petiteness, which was petite, leaning on the arms of the long body.

The smile on his lips gradually deepened, and the tip of the pen in his hand tracing carefully, stroke by stroke, kept falling.

At this moment, the paper and the nib, the paper and the fingertip, three points and one line, become one and merge into one.

With such a preoccupied gesture and such a meticulous and wanton portrayal, he entered his own world without selfishness.

His senses did not perceive the passage of time, he was immersed in a comfortable silence.

At this moment, the golden sunlight projected in front of the windowsill, and the little dust dancing in the light, peep into him from shallow to deep, delicately delineating.

It's noon, it's quiet.

I don't know how long it took, he finally stopped the friction of his fingertips, put down the half of the charcoal pen in his hand, looked at the pair of people who jumped on the blank space with affection in his eyebrows, and smiled at the corners of his lips.

In the original blank space, his long body hugged the petite her buried in his chest, and the petite she was raising her head backwards to accept the affectionate kiss he lowered her head.

At this time, this realistic and beautiful landscape painting has changed from the original forward-looking perspective to the backward-looking perspective. Although the angles are different, they are equally beautiful and majestic, and the complete blank space is even better.

Because, as they snuggle up to each other, the heart-to-heart feelings that appear seem to be able to penetrate from the ink paintings, making the viewer involuntarily smile warmly on their lips.

The sweetness came to the face.

Pinching the pen with his fingertips again, he wrote two words in the lower right corner of the painting:

Leave it blank

Blank space, only for a better tomorrow, a better future, a better him and her.

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