Zixuan was naturally invisible, invisible Xiao Jiu, but he didn't know why, he looked at the door for a long time, as if someone was looking at him there.

He suddenly shook his head again and said, "It's broken." ”

With Zixuan's "broken", Xiao Jiu also walked into the study and looked at the painting Zixuan was holding in his hand.

When he saw the picture clearly, a pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned into a figure-eight, and he silently read in his heart: "The person in this painting is clearly me, wearing women's clothes?" ”

Seeing Xiao Jiu here, his heart trembled, and he looked at Zixuan again, kept touching the face of the person in the painting, and said with heartache in sadness: "Lady, I have slipped a little, and the bell flower on your forehead has dropped an extra drop of red ink, you won't blame me!" ”

After speaking, he leaned forward and blew the painting again, until the picture was dry, and then he took the painting and walked into the inner room.

Xiao Jiu wondered, there is a bell flower between my forehead, how could Zixuan know, she thought silently, but her footsteps unconsciously followed him and walked into this inner room.

Xiao Jiu and Zixuan have been here countless times, this inner room, she still remembers, it is hidden in it, Zixuan's favorite book collection.

It's just that when he arrived at the door of the inner room, Xiao Jiu's legs, as if fixed there, couldn't take a step.

She was frightened by everything in front of her, Zixuan's bookshelf was no longer there, but it was replaced by an easel, and between the walks, there were her portraits floating, full of tables, walls, and spaces.

Xiao Jiu, who entered the inner room, looked at the paintings made by Zixuan carefully, whether it was in the court, or in life, or in quarrels and jokes, each one was so attentive and vivid.

Seeing this, Xiao Jiu said that she was not moved, it was fake, but she only had friendship between friends with him, but there was no love between life and death.

Xiao Jiu felt very uncomfortable in his heart, sighed deeply, and couldn't stand it anymore.

She turned around and walked out, but she heard Zixuan behind her say: "Xiao Jiu, since you are here, why do you want to leave!" ”

In this way, Xiao Jiu's body froze instantly, and he leaned over to look at himself, still sparkling, immortal protector, and there was nothing unusual.

I thought about it again, how could Zixuan, a mortal in the flesh, see me!

Xiao Jiu turned his head without care, looking at Zixuan still holding the portrait he had just drawn, and said sadly: "It's not good for my husband, I didn't protect you!" ”

After speaking, Zixuan raised his slightly trembling hand and wiped it, the transparent water droplets dripping on the picture scroll.

Hearing Zixuan say this, Xiao Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw him again, he suddenly felt like he had thought of something, and said silently in his heart:

"Zixuan, it's been all these years, and it's not your fault that you're talking about, why do you still blame yourself! That thing, just like that, isn't it? ”

Xiao Jiu was melancholy, feeling a sense of melancholy, suffocating on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Looking up, there was no window in the inner room, it was unusually dry, she felt even more depressed, and complained to Zixuan, why didn't she get a window.

Xiao Jiu has always been careless, so he naturally doesn't know Zixuan's thoughts, he is afraid that if there is a window, there will be wind and rain, which will wet his paintings and disturb his wife's Qingxiu.

Zi Xuan looked at the hourglass on the table, as long as the fine sand in it was from one end to the other side, he was going to go to the cemetery in the middle of Nanshan Mountain to see his Xiao Jiu.

He smiled, put down the painting in his hand, pulled his cloak, shook his body, and walked out.

Just walked over and over again, and said, "Madam, don't be angry, I'll go to see you for my husband!" ”

Let's go to you to see, is it Nanshan? Is it the one that Si Ming said, my grave? Does he really go every day?

Xiao Jiu was a little puzzled, but he unconsciously followed behind Zixuan.

Watching him go out, he didn't take a carriage or a sedan chair, he wrapped his cloak tightly and staggered forward in the autumn wind.

It's just that when I passed by, Tianxiang Building, I bought the signature fried chicken there, and then I went to Fuyuan Restaurant, and I picked up a good daughter red on the pot, and when I passed by the flower field by the river, I bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums.

Although Nanshan is not steep, Zixuan has already passed the age of sixty, and it is difficult to walk naturally, Xiao Jiu suddenly felt compassion and patted him lightly on the back.

Zixuan unconsciously arrived in Xiao Jiu's arms, that is, in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the tomb of Nanshan Banfeng.

Xiao Jiu raised her hand, put the food in the worship sign, looked at the white porcelain plate, she seemed to understand, what Si Ming said: "Xiao Jiu, his love for you is with the year!" The meaning of this sentence.

She sighed helplessly, comfortably let Zixuan lean on the tombstone, patted his head again, watched his eyelids move slightly, quickly became invisible, stood aside, and looked at him quietly.

After Zixuan woke up, he smiled faintly, saw that he was holding a wine jug in his hand, and quickly picked up the wine glass and poured the wine.

After pouring a full amount of wine, he poured it on the ground first, took a shallow sip, and said slowly: "Madam, my husband is old, and he can sleep tired when he goes up the mountain, will you blame me for being too useless." ”

Xiao Jiu's hand was unconsciously placed in his heart, and it hurt inexplicably, but it only hurt a little.

She felt that it should be that the wind here was too strong, which made her a little unstable, so that her heart would just leak a small beat.

Zixuan took another sip of wine, maybe this small glass of wine, drank a little violently, choked in his throat, coughed a few times, and his face was red.

A tear unconsciously flowed out from his eyes, and he said very sadly: "Madam, the wine there is not as good as the peach wine you brew!" ”

Xiao Jiu stood aside, listening to it sincerely, she couldn't listen to it anymore, she wanted to wave her hand, knock Zixuan unconscious, send him back to the house, erase his memory, so that he could live the rest of his life, but was instantly pulled by a person.

She quickly turned her head and looked over, is it Si Ming? How did he come.