When Fu Yiyi heard this, her face changed slightly, and she no longer had the extremely angry expression she had before.

As Fu Yiyi's face softened, Fan Wuji said affectionately: "My son fell, gave up a large piece of chess, and saved the one in the center." Isn't the meaning of the chess pieces in this step exact, am I willing to give up the whole forest for you? In my eyes, those large chess pieces are the forest, and the most central chess piece is Fu Yiyi. That's why I'm the son who gave up a lot of the son to save the one that represents you. ”

After Fan Wuji confessed affectionately, the last anger and anger on Fu Yiyi's face suddenly disappeared. Her face changed and changed, and she had changed as many as eighteen expressions. She looked at Fan Wuji with a complicated face, and the persistence in her heart seemed to be shaken a little. She has a keen sense that is unique to women, and she can feel the sincerity between Fan Wuji's words.

Fu Yiyi whispered in her heart: What a cute teenager. But. But I'm already planning to don't ask about my children's affection until I have achieved great success. Before grandpa died, his last regret was that he did not set foot in the innate realm. When my grandfather was alive, he loved me the most. He has not completed his will, and I have to finish it for him. I must become a congenital powerhouse who is high above. It's a pity that my qualifications are only one star, and my stepping foot is inherently slim. So I'm sorry, I can't be with you.

"Wow! The previous "Acacia" was very romantic. ”

A simple chess move has such a beautiful meaning and artistic conception. ”

"If I were Fu Yiyi, I would definitely marry Fan Wuji. ”

The audience are all fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenagers, they are in love for the first time, and they are the simplest and most beautiful years. Especially those girls who are pregnant with spring, they have been moved.

Fan Wuji looked at Fu Yiyi opposite, still silent. There was a bit of loss in his heart again. The confession failed again, and he was gloomy, but he still squeezed out a smile. He didn't want to pass on negative emotions to Fu Yiyi.

Fu Yiyi kept struggling in her heart, and no one knew the complexity of her heart at the moment. It is true that she has a vague affection for Fan Wuji. Fan Wuji's two confessions were not unimpressed. But she's the kind of girl who is extremely self-motivated, so she is telling herself in her heart that she can't.

She bit her red lip and bowed her head silently, trying to calm her complicated feelings. She slowly stepped off the platform and returned to her seat.

Zhang Jin came from the backstage to the high platform at this time. He had the hallmark smile of a host. He said: "Fan Wuji's chess skills are amazing, and the meaning of that son is really romantic." If I were a woman, I'm afraid I would have rushed to marry Fan Wuji. Fu Yiyi, you have to cherish Fan Wuji. Otherwise, as a rival in love, I will have to start first. ”

Zhang Jin said jokingly. His witty words caused laughter in the audience. When Fan Wuji heard this, he was slightly grateful. How could he not hear that Zhang Jin was speaking for him.

"Here's a book and a picture exchange. Which student is willing to come to the stage to show calligraphy and paintings? Zhang Jin said with a straight expression.

At this time, Fu Yiyi and Fan Wuji had their own thoughts in their hearts, and the two sat opposite each other. On the surface, no one looked at anyone. Secretly, the two looked at each other secretly. The atmosphere at this time was a bit dull and awkward.

At this time, Zhang Jin's words, Fan Wuji and Fu Yiyi turned a deaf ear. Then there were several teenagers and girls in the audience, and they all walked onto the high platform. They each displayed their calligraphy and paintings. Maybe it's because these teenagers and girls have mediocre skills, or maybe Fan Wuji's performance before was too dazzling, covering the brilliance of others.

Fan Wuji's heart was gloomy at this time, and he was bored with the discussion on the stage. They don't look at the high platform. He picked up a paintbrush and swung it without stopping. His whole being fell into some kind of peculiar mental state. His pen is vigorous and powerful. In a flash, he once again entered the realm of forgetting things and self.

His brush swayed freely and freely, and in a short time, he sketched the outline of a young girl on the rice paper. Gradually, the image of this girl became more and more real and lifelike. This girl is not someone else, it is Fu Yiyi.

After a long, long time, Fan Wou-Ki drew nine young girls. These nine girls are all Fu Yiyi. These nine girls are Fu Yiyi from different angles, at different moments, and with different expressions. Fu Yiyi on rice paper is not only lifelike, like a living person, but also full of charm.

It is not so much the portrait of these nine girls as the freehand school. Sure enough, the painting is extremely real, and the subtleties of Fu Yiyi's body are drawn. But the charm is more than the details. Anyone who sees this painting sighs exquisitely.

Jing is the essence of the spirit, and it is absolutely beautiful.

There is fineness, there is uniqueness, and it is verve!

Fan Wuji finished painting nine Fu Yiyi and paused slightly. He groaned slightly, put down his brush, picked up the brush, and swung it again. After half an hour, Fan Wuji finished writing the big characters, glanced at Fu Yiyi affectionately, and then stood up, wanting to leave the open-air venue of the Yanwu Pavilion.

At this time, Fu Yiyi looked at the paintings left by Fan Wuji curiously. She looked at the nine selves, and suddenly fell into a brief shock and suffocation.

She secretly said in her heart: Isn't the person in this painting really me? The details of this painting are brilliantly embodied. My facial features, body, clothes, even small scars, hairs and even pores were all drawn into the painting. And these nine of my expressions and demeanor are vividly expressed. He knew not only my appearance, but also my soul. Otherwise, how could he have drawn the sparkle in every one of my eyes and my expression? He seemed to understand me very well. Each of the paintings reflects a state of mind of mine. The nine mes are the nine states of mind.

Does he really love me so much? Why does he seem to know me better than I do? He wanders every time he goes to class, is he looking at me?

There is a beautiful woman who will never forget it.

I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.

The phoenix soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world.

Helpless beauty, not on the east wall.

The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt.

When I see Xu Xi one day, I am hesitant.

I am willing to match virtue and join hands.

I shall not fly away, and I shall be destroyed.

。。。

Fu Yiyi looked at the poems under the painting. At this moment, Fan Wuji's appearance appeared in her mind, lingering. At this moment, a voice kept ringing in her head. The voice seemed to bewitch. That's Fu Yiyi's spiritual voice.

Fu Yiyi looked at the departing Fan Wuji. She stood up abruptly, pointed at him, and shouted, "Fan Wuji-sama." Wait a minute, I have something to say to you. ”