After all, he was discovered by Jiu'er, and Xin Yi didn't deal with Jiu'er easily.

Maybe it's the drunk Jiu'er who wants to ask clearly, or maybe Xin Yi, who is a little guilty, also wants to explain. In short, in such an unpleasant atmosphere of conversation, the messy paintings on the table were still seen by Jiu'er.

I began to get nervous, where could I still take care of the sadness and speculation before, the body lying on my side also began to tense, and the soul power was secretly mobilizing and accumulating.

Once Jiu'er turns his face and wants to do something to Xin Yi, it is impossible for me to just look at it calmly.

In the face of Jiu'er's inquiry, Xin Yi was a little flustered, and reached out to take the paintings, but Jiu'er reached out to block them.

I thought that Xin Yi would be bent on getting the painting back, but Jiu'er didn't allow it, and unpleasant things might happen between them, but I didn't want Xin Yi to be stopped by Jiu'er, so I simply didn't go to get the painting, just stood quietly aside, and let Jiu'er look through it.

The room was silent, except for the sound of Jiu'er flipping through the paintings, and I held my breath, at this time, I didn't know what direction things would go.

After a while, these small paintings were turned over by Jiu'er, and he put down the paintings in his hand with a gloomy expression, and then looked at Xin Yi.

On the contrary, at this time, Xin Yi became much calmer, and looked at Jiu'er like this.

"How many times has this been the case that you've been drawing this kind of messy stuff? Could it be that I, a living person, can't compare to these people you imagined? Jiu'er seemed to have sobered up a little, and her tone became much calmer, but under this calmness, what was suppressed was anger. But everyone knows how to vent this anger? Emotional things are the most forced.

And it can be heard from his words that these paintings are not the first time Xin Yi has painted them, and it is not the first time that Jiu'er has discovered them.

Jiu'er's question, Xin Yi did not answer immediately, but walked to the table, gently sorted out the messy paintings that were turned over by Jiu'er, and spoke while tidying up: "Brother Jiu'er, I didn't deliberately want to see anyone more important than you. I'm not a stone heart, and I don't feel that of all people, you are the best for me. However, people have feelings, but they feel that this kind of thing cannot be controlled. You don't really care about what I paint, just like these two men and women in ancient times, I just feel familiar with them, and I think they have important stories in them, and I have to know. I often have vague memories that seem to be about them, but when I wake up, I can't really think about them, and it is also out of anxiety that I draw their images, afraid that one day there will be some chance to solve this puzzle, and I have forgotten. ”

Xin Yi explained very gently, perhaps because of the charm of Tianhu itself, which made her words more like a clear spring under the sun, which could better soothe people's hearts.

Jiu'er's face softened slightly.

However, after all, he was a little drunk today, maybe he also wanted to completely solve some problems in his heart, Xin Yi's answer did not make him completely satisfied, he reached out and fiddled with the stack of paintings that had been packed up by Xin Yi for a while, took out a painting and handed it to Xin Yi, and said: "Okay, then I can still accept your explanation, after all, after you are injured, what kind of sequelae will be, even the elders can't say clearly." But what about this person? What about the person you've portrayed the most over and over again? ”

This time, Jiu'er's inquiry silenced Xin Yi. She just reached out to get the painting back, but Jiu'er took it back and looked at the person on the painting carefully.

Jiu'er and Xin Yi were both facing me, and through the gap, I could see from a certain angle, wasn't the painting depicting me when I was a teenager? Although some of the lines are messy, whether it is my eyebrows or eyes, or my body shape, they are all lifelike. I don't know what kind of mood Xin Yi is in to paint, in short, the people in the painting are not only similar, but even my temperament and demeanor are so vivid.

It seems to be the stinky boy who is a little bit unaware of the sky and the height of the earth, flying and domineering, but looking at everything with naïve curiosity.

"Why don't you speak?" It can be seen that Jiu'er is trying his best to forbear, but Xin Yi's silence is the most hurtful sword for him, his hands are trembling slightly, looking forward to Xin Yi to say an answer, even if it is cruel, it is better than the current silence, and the infinite conjecture in people's minds, the more they think about it, the worse it is.

Looking at Jiu'er's appearance, Xin Yi sighed, after all, he still had a deep friendship, and he treated him like a brother, and he really couldn't bear to be hurt by being silent like this, so he had to speak: "I don't know why I draw him over and over again?" However, he is like the person who is most deeply rooted in my heart, even if it is not a dream, even at any time, when I am smiling, when I am sad, there is always such an image in my mind. You say I imagined it, but I don't have to imagine what he looks like, it's like I have a deep memory, and I know what he should be like and how to laugh? How to get angry? ”

While speaking, Xin Yi walked to the table, gently stroked a painting with his hand, and continued: "Brother Jiu'er, I don't know what's going on? That's one person in my head. I also want to know who he is? Is it my imagination, or is it real? I don't want to live up to your affection, and I try my best to believe that we were once lovers. But you also know that if you can control your feelings and feelings, then you may have transcended this world, and I am afraid that only immortals can break it. I can't, even if you all say that I'm a Sky Fox, a person who can influence and control the emotions of the world, I can't. ”

"Then you, do you like the person in this painting?" Jiu'er's voice trembled a little, his handsome face turned pale, and he approached Xin Yi gently.

"Huh?" Xin Yi seemed to look at Jiu'er in surprise, shook his head and said, "I don't know what it's like?" All I knew was that if he really existed, I would want to follow him, right behind him. I can't say what to do, I feel like I have to follow him, and I will feel relieved and satisfied by his side. ”

When I heard this, my heart shook at once, and even in such an environment, my eyes began to heat up.

Countless memories poured into me, just like countless Xinyi looks towards me, when I was a child, I was always a little dirty, she had a pair of innocent big eyes, she could clean up by herself when she was older, she was clean and cute but wooden, she grew up to look like a girl, beautiful and silent looked a little sluggish, cold her.

Every memory of her was behind me, a place I could see as soon as I looked back.

Even if it's so unnatural, as long as I turn around, I try to smile at me, look at my back, no matter what I'm doing, I can't take my eyes off her.

Now that I've lost all my memories, can't I still forget that I wanted to follow me?

I covered my mouth, afraid that my breath would make some movement when I was excited, but I only heard Jiu'er's miserable voice: "Follow him?" A person who can't be touched, can't be seen, and is so unreal, actually makes you think this way? Are you really ignoring me like that? So long? Happy for you, my dignified nine sons are willing to venture to the surface world to find a 'Xinyi flower' for you, and when I come back, because of the constraints, I almost hurt the essence of the soul. Because you are sad and feel confused, I can stay by your side, if you don't sleep, I won't sleep, if you don't eat, I won't eat and drink, until you are willing to say a word to me. ”

"The fox clan in the entire dungeon knows that my Jiu'er likes you, loves you, spoils you, and respects you. There have been countless criticisms that my Jiu'er likes you because of your identity as a celestial fox, as long as we join forces, I can become the first absolute controller of the fox clan in the dungeon, above the elders. ”

"But what about then? And then what about these voices? Without! Because everyone can't deny my sincerity to you, knowing that I am crazy for you, crazy about you, and really like you and love you. Sisi, how can you bear to say such things in front of me? A living, like this to you and me, you don't want to marry me. But to say to an ethereal person that you want to follow him, even if you don't do anything, you want to follow him? ”

I have to say that the Jiu'er I came into contact with was very ambitious, and if it wasn't for the extreme sadness, I wouldn't have been able to say this at all.

Even I can't blame such Jiu'er, his sincerity to Xin Yi, on the other hand, I think of myself, what is worth treating Xin Yi like this? Is it those years of growing up together?

There was an indescribable sense of crisis and guilt rising in my heart, but I couldn't figure out what my true feelings were. Do you like it? Love? But the existence of Wanwan has been reminding me that I can't have this look in this life except for her in this life, otherwise what is everything between me and Wanwan?

My heart began to ache too.

Jiu'er was already standing beside Xin Yi, and he looked at Xin Yi: "Sisi, tell me, am I bad?" Since I was a child, I have had the blood of the Nine-Tails, and I was born a top nobleman, and I am even more talented in practice. Isn't it, do you like to be handsome? Is the person in this painting as handsome as me? I used to think that I wanted the wind to be the wind and the rain to be rainy. But now, I can't get a you? And where do I lose? Lose to a man who doesn't exist, you have imagined it in your head, and you don't know where to excel! ”

Speaking of this, Jiu'er could no longer control the emotions in her heart, and threw the painting with me in her hand to the ground, and the painting that Xin Yi was holding before grabbing it fiercely also threw it on the ground, and when she lifted the table, more than a dozen pieces of paper flew away, and they all fell to the ground.

Xin Yi was watching Jiu'er cry before, but seeing that these paintings were all brought to the ground by Jiu'er, he didn't have time to explain anything to Jiu'er, so he began to pick up those paintings in a little hurry.

My heart was in pain, and I knew it was going to be bad.