Yuhua ...... I'm afraid...... I've always been timid," and I slowly said after half the salary, "but for the sake of death...... For you...... I want to be brave. ”

Huangfu Yuhua was ecstatic, what did he hear? His Xiao Shu said that she was willing to be brave for him and the young?

What does that mean? Is she willing to try to reach out to her family and accept his family?

For a moment, he was overwhelmed by the sudden ecstasy, and he seemed to see countless brilliant fireworks blooming in front of him.

"Mom......" I didn't expect my mother to say this, she was so moved, her mother was willing to take this step for her, even if her heart was actually full of fear and uneasiness.

She hugged her mother tightly, she was happy for her father and proud of her mother, and their family would be together forever, right?

"Xiao Shu ......" Huangfu Yuhua finally came back to his senses, turned her face to himself, and looked at her eyes very seriously, "I will always be by your side, let go of your fear, and leave everything to me, okay?"

"Hmm. She was almost sucked in by his hot eyes, and she would do everything she could to give her full surrender to him, forgetting the cage she had drawn.

The two of them looked at each other deeply.

Suddenly she felt as if she had become superfluous, so she slipped quietly into the studio.

She hadn't come up with a poster for the spring celebration of the promised seniors.

The celebration was less than two weeks away, and she had to finish the painting within that week.

Her time at school was very fragmented, and she didn't have a place to concentrate on painting, so she had to finish the painting today.

Staring at the drawing board in distress, the senior of the last exhibition explained to her the theme of the entire promotional poster series, but she didn't have a very good idea.

Creativity is something that is hard to come by, so when Zhu Jun asked her to paint the entire series of six paintings, she flatly refused.

Creation is not just a matter of repetition like copying and writing, what is the point of a soulless painting being painted?

All the beauties coexist, and Senior Zhan said that this spring celebration is what he wants to convey this concept.

Not only is it a poster, but it also conveys the style of the various clubs of Jianying High School at this celebration.

That's why he came up with the idea of four different art forms: oil painting, photography, paper-cutting, and ink painting.

The spring celebration is held when a hundred flowers are in full bloom, so Senior Zhan wants to make these four forms of expression show the beauty of different kinds of flowers.

He let himself paint peach blossoms, which are also the school flowers of Jianying High School.

But how should this peach blossom be painted? realistic, or abstract?

I couldn't help but feel distressed, I really shouldn't have relented for a while and agreed to Senior Zhan.

Peach blossom, how can you draw its charm?

She closed her eyes and tried to calm her mind, and when there was silence in her mind, she began to inject a thought, "Peach Blossom".

Then suddenly pieces of pink petals fell, like a rain of pink petals in the sky.

The rain of petals swirled and drifted in the air, and then slowly fell to the ground, and the whole ground was already covered with a layer of pink flower carpet.

So, there were no peach trees, no flower buds, only pink petals rolled up by the spring breeze?

As this thought arose, a very old and very lush peach tree appeared in the corner of the picture, which was the direction from which the petal rain came.

There seemed to be two figures lying on the tree, a man and a woman, who were stunned for a moment, how could anyone appear in the picture?

She wanted to look closer, but she couldn't get any closer.

A little frustrated, she was full of curiosity about the two people in the picture, why did they appear in her mind?

If this picture is just imagined by one's own mind, why do these two people appear?

Unless you've seen it somewhere, but where would it be?

Xiao Xiao suddenly felt that this picture was a bit like the scene of Zhan Nianfeng holding himself in the Xuan Dream Realm, but it was not on the peach tree at that time, and the clothes were not such immortals.

But why does that feel so similar? Does it have anything to do with that fantasy realm?

Xiao Xiao took a deep breath and opened her eyes, she didn't want to let herself fall into it a second time, and this time, she didn't have Zhan Nianfeng by her side.

Although the picture was there, she suddenly didn't know how to draw it, did she want to draw everything she saw?

Xiao Xiao felt that when this question was asked, a resistance rose in her heart, no, she didn't want to.

Is that just the first picture of the wind and the peach blossoms, and the sense of resistance suddenly dissipated.

She has always preferred abstract oil paintings, but at this moment, she wants to faithfully present the scene of flower rain and flower carpet in her mind.

The breeze blew, blowing off the peach blossoms on the branches, blowing up the petals on the ground, the petal rain in the sky, is the dance of the spring breeze and the peach blossoms, and the most beautiful dance of the peach blossoms.

Creativity is hard to come by, but once the picture is sketched, the next creation is a natural process, which can often be done in one go.

It took Xiao Xiao an afternoon to convert the beautiful peach blossom scene in his mind onto the drawing board.

She looked at the freshly finished painting on the drawing board, and suddenly a sour sour nose burst out, and tears began to roll down.

What's going on? I reached out and touched my wet cheek, what kind of sad story?

What does it have to do with her? Peach Blossom, Peach Blossom, Little Peach Blossom?

Xiao Xiao was taken aback, Zhan Nianfeng called her "Little Peach Blossom", does it have anything to do with that story?

Destiny......

She remembered the words of the mysterious shopkeeper again, was it her and Zhan Nianfeng?

What kind of fate is it? Did they know each other before?

One suspicion after another, layer after layer of confusion clouded the heart of the dying.

She thought of her inexplicable familiarity with Zhan Nianfeng, and the uncomfortable feeling she felt when she first met him and heard that he had come into contact with many women.

So, did they really know each other in a previous life?

Recently, the inexplicable mood seems to be much less, is it because he appeared?

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"Little Fengfeng, you're finally here. Xia Liejun's cheap laughter came out again.

Qiu Yangjun frowned, why did he seem to be a different person after arriving in this otherworldly continent?

When he was in Tiangong Yunting, he was still a very sunny five-good young man, but as soon as he arrived in this otherworldly continent, he was dyed like a sub-ruffian, and it seems that it is really not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Zhan Nianfeng looked at the three people with different expressions in front of him, although he didn't know them yet, but he inexplicably felt that such a scene had a sense of familiarity.

"So now can you tell me what's going on?"

"It's really verbose, isn't it good to drink?" Dong Rinjun suddenly interjected and handed Zhan Nianfeng a glass of poured red wine, he had been obsessed with the red wine here for the past two days.

Looking at this Dong Rin-kun who turned into a drunkard after coming here, Qiuyang-jun once again sighed that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

One by one, he began to worry about whether he would change unconsciously, which was terrible.