Bai Fan smiled and nodded.

In terms of painting, Bai Fan is still somewhat accomplished: when he painted Yuze's appearance in the earliest days, he shocked Jinshan and them.

Maybe Bai Fan himself has quite good attainments in this area, coupled with decades of continuous practice, Bai Fan's painting skills in this area, even if he is a ghost, he admires it.

Of course, what the painting ghost admires is not how good Bai Fan's painting is, but the kind of courage in Bai Fan's chest when he paints.

Bai Fan's ability is needless to say, what is even more commendable is the courage in his chest, which is majestic and heartbreaking: it is a kind of courage that has gone through countless lives and deaths, countless tests, and countless blood and fire, which can make men cold and women intoxicated.

And this kind of courage is put on painting, it shows an incomparable domineering and open-mindedness: generally people who have no artistic accomplishment can not see it, but those who really have attainments in this area will understand.

Bai Fan sat at the table, and Zhao Yuwei immediately went up to polish Bai Fan's ink in person.

Bai Fan dipped in ink and thought about what he was drawing.

It's been a year, and I still haven't been able to find Yu Ze: although I have found a lot of things about Yu Ze: the result of Yu Ze's final battle with the Seven Great Heavenly Cultivators, and Yu Ze finally fell into the hands of that empty innocence and desperately defended himself for hundreds of years, and finally left the ground with both male and female guns.

Yuzawa has carved countless times in the ground to love you for 10,000 years. And so many words left for myself.

But until now, Bai Fan still hasn't been able to find where Yu Ze is!

It's as if it's gone out of the world, completely gone.

Sometimes, to himself, Yuze seems to be a person in a dream, and everything about Yuze seems to be a lifetime of things, and that vague memory has slowly faded away in his mind.

When he first painted the portrait of Yu Ze to Jin Shan, Bai Fan couldn't draw Yu Ze's eyes no matter what.

Because Bai Fan couldn't draw those eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

Carrying the pen, Bai Fan closed his eyes and thought for a while.

Did you really forget those eyes?

The appearance of Yuze in his mind began to gradually become clearer.

Seeing Bai Fan holding a pen but not drawing, everyone was puzzled, and Chu Xuan suddenly became happy again, looked at Bai Fan with a smile and said, "Bai Fan, what are you doing?" Why don't you paint? Everybody's watching! Don't say you can't draw! ”

Bai Fan still just closed his eyes, and the ink on the pen was about to drip onto the paper.

"Master...... Master? Zhao Yuwei looked at Bai Fan like this, and gently shook Bai Fan with some worry, but Bai Fan was still motionless like a sculpture.

"Holy! Bai Fan, what are you doing? Chu Xuan was even happier: "If you really don't know, just admit it, it's okay, is it interesting to always hold a pen like that?" ”

Bai Fan was still motionless.

When Chu Xuan wanted to taunt a few more words, Qiao Shasha on the side couldn't help but say angrily: "You don't say a few words, no one treats you as a dead person!" Back then, I was quite obsessed with you, but now it seems that I really died of seeing the light! ”

Looking at Qiao Shasha's aggressive appearance, Chu Xuan didn't buy it, and said unconvinced: "See for yourself if your master is there to fill garlic?" Just holding a pen motionless and thinking that he is a judge? ”

The two of them saw that they were about to quarrel.

"Mr. Chu Xuan, you don't have to do this." Oda Hideaki persuaded Chu Xuan, then looked at Bai Fan, and said in a very sincere tone: "Maybe Mr. Bai Fan is not in a good state today, or he is uncomfortable, which is also very normal. Mr. Bai Fan, you don't have to force it. ”

Bai Fan was still motionless, as if the old monk had settled down.

"Mr. Bai Fan...... If you're not feeling well, don't force it, it's scary, isn't it? Manako Ayumi seemed to be a little frightened, and suddenly wanted to grab Bai Fan's hand and prevent Bai Fan from drawing anymore.

And at this moment, Meng Tong suddenly walked in front of Bai Fan, squatted down, and then looked at Bai Fan's appearance, as if he understood something.

"Remember her, don't you? You said: She is a girl who looks like she can ignore the world, can you remember what it looks like? ”

Bai Fan suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at Meng Tong's eyes in front of him: gentle, peaceful, with incomparable admiration for himself, but they were as faint as clear water, flowing slowly.

Bai Fan took a deep breath.

At this time, the drop of ink on the brush has gathered and formed, and it is about to fall off the control of the pen and fall on the paper.

But Bai Fan pressed the pen down violently, and the drop of ink re-entered the pen.

Moving the pen like a dragon, he walked up on the drawing paper!

or thick ink, or light ink, or wandering like flying, or dragging like mud...... Bai Fan began to paint frantically on the drawing paper at an extremely fast speed.

Everyone was surprised to see Bai Fan constantly smashing the paper and painting, the speed was like a printer, and Zhao Yuwei's speed of grinding ink was almost unable to catch up with Bai Fan's consumption of ink.

A few minutes later, a portrait popped up on a standard A2 piece of paper.

A woman dressed in a flowing costume and holding her hands high in the air, as if condensing strength, stood on the top of a high mountain, with a vast sea of clouds behind her and towering mountains at her feet.

The dress seemed to be swaying in the wind, and the woman's black hair was also fluttering in the wind, extremely smart.

And the most amazing thing is the woman's face.

Generally speaking, a woman is beautiful, nothing more than a beautiful woman descending from the earth, or a stunning woman in the world, but this girl does not belong to these types.

She doesn't have a fairy air, nor does she have that sense of being out of the world, like a girl you can meet on the street when you go out, full of the breath of a living person, not an awe-inspiring sense of distance.

At the same time, she has a kind of domineering, an amazing domineering, which makes people dare not compete with her, or even dare to look at her head-on.

Yu Ze is beautiful, but she is not a fairy, nor a goddess, just the highest state that an ordinary woman can achieve.

"I was originally just a speck of dust in the world, but you picked me up and turned me into a jade in the world."

"You were originally a jade, I just helped you smash the outer layer of dirt open."

"But if you don't smash it open, then it's always just dirt. Now that you've smashed it open, it's good: the jade is yours. ”

This is Yuzawa.

(End of chapter)