"There's nothing special about him." Hua Thirteen lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes were gloomy, and he recalled the burning pain on the left side of his face every time the wind rose, and this pain came from memory, "It's just that he has a large unlucky red birthmark on the left side of his face, hence the name—half red." ”

"Understood."

Jingmo stared at the face of the thirteenth painting that was as smooth as jade, and the calm eyes that listened to the story suddenly became like a mountain stream and a rock, and there were sudden waves.

A wise woman can not only hear the overtones, but also not be frizzy and ask too many questions, which is empathetic and gentle. Painting 13 watched Jingmo turn around and walk towards the "medicine room", and began to have a deeper impression of this woman's back, but it could only be so much that the impression was a little deeper, how could he be ruthless after that?

"That's right." Hua Thirteen saw her suddenly look back, as if asking something, she hesitated slightly, and then frowned lightly like the wind and the moon, and asked softly as if she was concerned, "Are all the stories you said about him true?" ”

"A story is a story, it's no different from." Hua Thirteen looked back at this gentle-speaking and pure figure lightly, and said expressionlessly, "There is a pharmacist from Lao Jing to make up for it." ”

Actually, he's not talking nonsense, he's just reversing cause and effect. Talking nonsense, he said that it was because of what kind of astrological signs and what kind of unlucky birthmarks at birth that he encountered all kinds of ill-fated things, but in fact, why didn't these experiences send him step by step to the field where he had to find a makeup master to paint half of the birthmark for him?

"Mrs. Zhou......" Painting Thirteen read this name coldly in his heart, he was about to go to the art gallery, and he was about to see Mrs. Zhou, who was in charge of the assessment in the art gallery, and he couldn't help but close his eyes again.

Although it has been a decade of change, if it is not foolproof, the result will be a catastrophe. After all, he had nothing but the hand holding the brush and the mental planning that was in sight step by step. Even if there is only a trace of risk, it is tantamount to a knife in the neck - whether the knife falls or not, the other party has the final say, and whether you live or not has the final say. He will never allow himself to be so passive and powerless, ten years ago he was powerless to turn around, how can he be slaughtered again ten years later?

At this moment, a "ding, ding, ding" sound interrupted Hua Thirteen's thoughts, and he turned his head to look over, from behind the curtain with "Research Room" written on it, Jingmo was surrounded by a large number of bottles and cans, all of which were strange and unseen medicines.

"Why are you still stunned? Come and help. As soon as Jingmo opened the curtain, he saw that Hua Thirteen was frowning deeply, thinking about something, and pulled his thoughts back.

Hearing the sound, Painting Thirteen helped Jingmo put the messy pile of medicine bottles and medicine jars on the table together. He looked at the dazzling array of bottles and cans on the table with a blank face, and asked, "Jing Yakushi, is it so complicated?" ”

"A character like Childe, would you still find anything complicated?" Jingmo pursed his lips and smiled, "These are all good makeup things." Can't let Childe's eight hundred taels of silver be spent in vain, right? If you don't wear a seamless makeup, how can you quietly board your respective Fengyue field? ”

Tut. A lot of soft-spoken cynicism.

He watched as Jing Mo suddenly changed into a serious and solemn pharmacist demeanor as soon as he touched the medicine, and began to tinker with these medicine bottles and canisters scattered all over the table. She first took out this and smelled this from the dazzling array of medicines like she was buying vegetables, picked up that one and looked at it, and then poured the selected medicines into the medicine bowl like a stir-fry. Painting Thirteen's nose moved slightly, and he didn't know whether he was disgusted or anxious, and pursed his lips, quietly watching her pour the last potion.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and there was an explosion in the medicine bowl, which shook several bottles and cans on the table and fell to the ground, and for a while, "crackling" slammed into the ears.

"Be careful!" Seeing this, Hua Thirteen quickly jumped up from the chair, blocked in front of Jingmo, and hurriedly picked up a tea bowl from the table, buckled it on the medicine bowl that was bubbling with his backhand, turned his head and frowned at this troublesome woman who made such a big noise, "What are you doing?" Don't you want to die? ”

With that, his gaze was coldly withdrawn from Jing Mo, who was stunned by his shout, and he continued to watch vigilantly at the medicine bowl that was still squirming in the aftermath, fearing that there would be another accidental explosion. Suddenly, there was a giggle behind his ears.

He turned his head to see that the two pools of autumn water of the woman behind him were curling with a smile at this time, like the first quarter moon in the night sky of Qingqiu, and a face as white as a porcelain embryo was stained with a trace of black paste splashing out of the medicine bowl. I saw her cherry lips raised, and asked with a smile, "Childe, what are you nervous about?"

Painting thirteen eyes stagnated, how many years, he has not seen any storms, how can he ever know how to write the word "nervous"?

"I'm nervous about my medicine."

Hua Thirteen's gaze jumped directly from Jing Mo's smiling eyes, and landed on the medicine bowl that had no movement, and said lightly without any waves: "I have paid a lot of money for this, and after the makeup is completed, the Jing pharmacist can do whatever explosion he wants, even if he takes his life into it, it has nothing to do with Zaixia."

"You-"

Jing Mo saw that he was not only as cold as snow, but also spoke so ruthlessly and unjustly, he couldn't help muttering in his heart, this strange son, when she raised the price, she made a refreshing look of spending a lot of money, without half a word of bargaining, but afterwards she knew that she felt sorry for the silver? It seems that he must be a poor scholar who is strong on the outside, and he doesn't know how many years of money he has saved to support the scene.

"—you don't have to be nervous."

Even if Jingmo was annoyed, she could always maintain a pleasant face on a flower, and she calmly replied, "This little explosion is just a constant movement in the development of new drugs." ”

Small... Explode? Often... Movement?

Hua Thirteen looked at the woman in front of her again, her eyes were clearly written with dissatisfaction and sorrow for him, but her face was still a gentle smile that was unmoving, reflecting the bright morning glow pouring in from outside the door, and the black paste stains on her pink cheeks like petals looked very playful and a little... Lovely?

He unconsciously raised his hand, and after curling up in his palm, he turned a corner stiffly, and reached out to brush away the scattered crumbs on the table: "You... Do you usually stuff yourself in this garden alone, and you are doing such dangerous and exciting things? ”

"It's fun," Jingmo replied casually without any disapproval, while picking up the medicine bowl after the explosion, and commanded the painting thirteen in the tone of a pharmacist, "Sit down." Try the world's unique Beijing brand corrective ointment carefully developed by this pharmacist! ”

"Vomit-" When Hua Thirteen saw Jingmo uncover the lid of the medicine bowl in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose with one hand, "It stinks." ”

In the medicine bowl, the various medicinal powders and liquids had softened into a vermilion sticky paste after that explosion, and it was a little disgusting, and there was still a curling golden gas smoke on it, and this smell wafted deep into the nasal cavity of Hua Thirteen, causing a disgusting stench.

"Because I added cat feces," Jingmo looked calm, didn't think there was anything wrong, and didn't pay attention to the wide eyes of the thirteen painters, took a clean small brush, dipped it in the paste in the medicine bowl, and explained: "Cat feces are the finishing touch, which can make this birthmark last long and natural, and it will not smell after it is painted and dried, ensuring that it is non-toxic and tasteless." Hey, this boy, please cooperate, and quickly remove your hand from your nose, this smell is worth eight hundred taels of silver! ”

“......”

Not only did Hua 13 not let go, but suddenly hurriedly pinched his other hand tightly on his nose, and a pair of starry eyes stared at Jingmo without flinching.

Jingmo pursed her lips helplessly when she saw him like this, but fortunately, the place on the left side of her face that should be corrected was not covered, and she took advantage of the fact that the paste in the medicine bowl had not yet coalesced and steamed, and hurriedly sketched his face one by one.

Painting thirteen mouths and noses tightly hidden, leaving only a pair of shining starry eyes reflecting the close Jingmo, under the bright sunlight that slanted in outside the door, he could even clearly see that the transparent fluff on her smooth jade, ruddy and pink skin was shining finely, and her black face was even fairer and more delicate. However, he was not reluctant to help her wipe it, perhaps, but he didn't dare.

The more she focused on the left side of his face, the more he could feel her even, warm snort on his cool eyes, and every breath and inhale tickled in his heart.

He could also feel the slender tip of the pen softened by her gentle pen, and her cool cuffs brushed coldly against his ears, but the brushes were more like hot and boiling water, burning his ears and cheeks red.

Jingmo seemed to sense that something was wrong with Hua Thirteen's face, and his eyes turned slightly, and he was about to meet him close at hand. But just before Thirteen was about to meet her eyes, he hurriedly looked away, he didn't dare to look directly into her soft eyes so closely. Jingmo pursed his lips for some reason and continued to trace the birthmark.

When the thirteenth painter turned his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a painting in the inner hall and caught his attention. It was a landscape painting with splashed ink that was light and low-key, but it was difficult to hide his excellent painting skills, although it was only a distant glance, that painting brought Thirteen a strange feeling, the painting seemed familiar to him, but it was by no means cordial, as if it was ......

"Yikes! Drawn incorrectly. ”

Hua Thirteen's thoughts were interrupted by Jingmo's voice, and she was even more shocked by her next move.

After Jingmo accidentally made a mistake in drawing the last stroke, he was worried that the medicine would dry and freeze a second later, so he didn't have time to find a handkerchief to wipe it off, so he hurriedly picked up the tip of his little finger and gently wiped off the excess part of the wrong drawing one by one, letting the painting thirteen tense as if he was facing a great enemy, and felt her cold fingertips on his face as light and soft as a dragonfly. And her little finger was dyed a little as indelible vermilion on his face.

He couldn't help but condense his deep and bright eyes and look at Jingmo, who was serious and focused, she finally wiped the part she had accidentally drawn misdrawn, and her eyes turned, but she bumped into the bottomless eyes of the thirteen who were as bright as the stars. At this moment, the distance between the two people was no more than 0.1 centimeter, and they silently looked at each other, and they forgot to look away.

Painting 13's hands that were holding his nose couldn't help but loosen, and suddenly something slipped out of his cuffs and fell to the ground with a "thud".

Jingmo heard the sound, came back to his senses, and looked away from Thirteen's eyes, but saw on the ground the most beloved wooden hairpin that was broken by himself in the restaurant. To her surprise, the fracture that had been broken by her own hands in the middle had been wound with the mulberry thread that had sutured the wound intact. She hurriedly leaned over and picked it up, carefully rubbing it in the palm of her hand.

In a blink of an eye, I thought that this wooden hairpin was repaired by whose hand, and it slipped on someone's cuff by accident. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly, looking forward to the affectionate two autumn waters with three points of doubt, looking at the thirteenth painting.