Chapter 1067: Pseudo-Change

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After saying hello to Jiang Fengling's mother, Ye Dusheng went to Jiang Fengling's house, helped him check yesterday's homework, and began to explain the wrong questions to him.

Not long after, Jiang Fengling's father came back, Ye Dusheng thanked Jiang's father for his kindness in leaving him for lunch, left Jiang's house and returned the same way, and walked back with an oil-paper umbrella.

Back at Ye's house, after eating with the family, the leisurely Ye Dusheng had nothing to do, so he went back to the room and got a book, then brought a chair, put it next to the pond under the green bamboo, and lay on the chair and slowly turned up the travelogue in his hand.

Time passed minute by minute, Ye Dusheng was very calm on his side, but Xu Qingxian on the other side was not so calm.

Standing in the attic, staring at the two pieces of paper that had been unfolded by himself but had become crumpled, Xu Qingxian pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were vague and unclear, and he couldn't see what emotion was.

This painting that he tore out was originally intended to be burned as a material for ignition.

But when the match was lit and the flame flashed and was about to touch the paper, he inexplicably thought of the words of the man in the green shirt.

So I kept the painting......

Touching the paper that had been wrinkled and could no longer continue painting, Xu Qingxian's face gradually sank, and his eyes showed a touch of tiredness, and he sighed.

The man in the green shirt is really suitable for painting on this painting, but the drawing paper is crumpled like this, what else is he drawing......

Besides, he had already put down his pen and started to paint the woman, even if the drawing paper was not wrinkled now, he probably didn't want to change the woman to a man in a green shirt who came in the smoke and rain.

After all, the pen has been put down, and this painting was not painted by the man in the green shirt at the beginning.

It seems that only by starting to paint again and painting a single pair can he be worthy of the man in the green shirt who walks in the rain, with a gentle smile and a temperament, just like a fairy descending to earth.

Thinking of this, the corners of Xu Qingxian's lips unconsciously hooked, and a shallow smile appeared on his face that even he didn't notice.

Suddenly there was inspiration......

I really want to draw a separate picture of the man in the green shirt......

Anyway, there was nothing to do in the afternoon, so Xu Qingxian crumpled the drawing paper on the table again, threw it into the trash, and then took out the easel drawing board, repasted a clean drawing paper, and drew with a pen.

The spring breeze outside the attic was gently blowing, the leaves of the ginkgo trees were sizzling, the fish in the pond were swimming in the clear water, swinging their tails and playing with their friends, and a woman with long hair braided into braids and dressed in pale green walked into the attic.

The woman's eyes are covered with crow's feet, and her face is covered with traces of the vicissitudes of time, which can be vaguely seen from the contours of her face, and this woman was also a beauty when she was young.

This woman is Xu Qingxian's mother, Lu Suwan,

Originally, Lu Suwan was looking for Xu Qingxian for something, but when she stepped into the attic and her eyes touched Xu Qingxian's serious face, Lu Suwan couldn't help but move her lips, and her fingers pinched the white hair that hung down to her chest.

Hey, I'm painting again......

(End of chapter)